BLACKMAILED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 15: Turning the Page

Chapter 15: Turning the Page

It's been a few days since the incident in Harry's office — the almost-kiss, the abrupt interruption by Kim. I've made a decision: I'm done with these foolish fantasies about Harry. It's embarrassing, really, to think I even considered it, especially when there's Sam.

Sam is kind, genuine, and he's into me without any games. The realization hits me that perhaps my feelings towards Harry were just a symptom of my prolonged celibacy. It's been five years since I've been with a man — five years relying on toys and my own imagination. No wonder Harry's proximity affected me the way it did. But I've turned that page now. My focus has shifted, aligning with the prospect of exploring something real and tangible with Sam.

The anticipation for tonight's date with Sam has been building, marked by a conscious decision to deepen our connection. There's an undeniable pull towards him—his good looks, his wit, and his undeniable kindness. Tonight feels like the right moment to bridge the gap between casual dating and something more intimate. I've resolved to invite him back to my place, eager to rediscover the warmth of genuine human connection.

As we sit across from each other in the bustling ambiance of the restaurant—a place I've longed to try but never managed due to its popularity—my enthusiasm for this new beginning only grows. "I like this place," I tell Sam, admiration clear in my voice. "I've always wanted to try it, but it's so busy. I heard there's a months-long waiting list."

Sam grins, his eyes lighting up. "I'm glad you like it. I helped the owner with some legal work, so he was more than happy to accommodate us."

He leans in slightly, his gaze softening. "By the way, did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" His compliment makes me blush.

I playfully responded, "You haven't mentioned it in the last five minutes. You're overdue, Sam. Better say it again, or I might just walk out."

Throughout dinner, our conversation flows effortlessly, filled with laughter and playful teasing. I find myself genuinely enjoying his company, my thoughts not straying to Harry even once. I feel a sense of excitement about inviting Sam back to my place. It's time, I tell myself, time to feel the touch of someone real.

The drive home is enveloped in a comfortable silence, a testament to the ease that has developed between us. However, as we approach my building, a palpable tension emerges from Sam, his usual confidence replaced by a hint of nervousness I reach out, taking his hands in mine, trying to ease his tension.

"Bella," he starts, then pauses, searching for the right words. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the sincerity in them. "I really like you, and I know it's only been a couple of dates, but I need to know what you think. I can't stop thinking about you, and it's driving me crazy not knowing where we stand."

His words hang in the air, a vulnerable confession that tugs at my heart. I realize then just how much Sam means what he's saying, how genuine his feelings are. And in that moment, I know what I want to say, what I want to happen next.

Sam's honesty, his willingness to openly express his feelings, was a refreshing contrast to the emotional maze I had been navigating with Harry. But in this moment, with Sam's hopeful eyes searching mine, Harry didn't matter.

"I really like you too," I admitted, my voice soft but earnest. His face brightened, a genuine smile spreading across his features as we held hands, the rest of the drive wrapped in a comfortable, thoughtful silence.

Upon arrival, Sam's chivalrous gesture of opening the car door for me only endears him further. His warm escort to my doorstep, coupled with his sincere enjoyment of our time together, fills me with a mix of anticipation and nerves. As I grapple with the decision of how to invite him in, Sam's unexpected kiss ignites a spark that renders all hesitations moot. The memory of Harry briefly flickers through my mind, a fleeting shadow quickly banished by the present's intensity. In this moment, with Sam, my intentions crystalize.

Standing there, I found myself wrestling with nerves. I wanted to invite him in, to cross that threshold with him, but I had never been the one to make the first move. Should I be direct, or cloak it in an invitation for a late-night coffee? The dilemma whirled in my mind.

Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when I felt Sam's lips on mine. His kiss was soft, tender, pulling me into the moment. I responded instinctively, my hands winding into his hair. Memories of discussing Harry's hair with Lisa flashed in my mind, but I quickly pushed them aside. This was Sam's moment. We like Sam, I reminded myself firmly.

As he wrapped his arms around my waist, the kiss deepened, fueled by a mutual need. All thoughts vanished, replaced by the sheer intensity of the moment. When we finally broke apart, my desire was sky-high. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. Without another thought, the words spilled out, "Come upstairs with me."

In the elevator, our kisses resumed, hungry and urgent. By the time we stepped into my apartment, our hands were already fumbling at each other's clothes. His kisses trailed over my skin, igniting fires wherever his lips touched. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. I needed this, needed him, and tonight, I was finally going to have it.

Inviting Sam in wasn't just about fulfilling a physical need; it was a step towards something new, a path diverging from the complicated tangle Harry represented. As Sam and I explored each other, the world outside my apartment faded away, leaving only the heat and the connection we were building, moment by heated moment.

Before I knew it, Sam and I were in my bedroom, the world outside a distant memory. I was down to my bra and underwear, and he was in his boxers. The swift undressing had been a blur of urgency, a dance of desire too potent to recall in detail. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to my bed with a strength that made my heart race even faster. Laying me down gently, his kisses reignited the fire that had been simmering between us all evening.

As he hovered over me, his lips traced a path down my neck, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch. His mouth found my breast, and the moment his lips closed around my nipple, a wave of ecstasy washed over me. It had been so long since I'd felt the exquisite sensation of being worshiped like this. His fingers trailed between my legs, skillfully removing my underwear. The feeling of his fingers inside me, coupled with the relentless attention he paid to my nipples, sent me spiraling into a haze of pleasure.

His movements were rhythmic, deliberate, pushing me to the edge and then pulling back, a dance of teasing and pleasure. When he finally positioned himself above me, his boxers discarded, he paused. "Bella, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. The sincerity in his voice was almost as intoxicating as the physical sensations overwhelming my body.

Then he was inside me, and my world narrowed down to the here and now. The sensation was overwhelming, igniting every nerve in my body. I was already so ready for him, so wet and eager. I was so ready for him, that each thrust sent ripples of ecstasy coursing through my body. I found myself uninhibited, vocal in my pleasure, my nails leaving trails on his back, a primal response to the depth of what I was feeling.

When we finally climaxed together, it was like a release of pent-up energy, years of suppressed desires and emotions unleashed in a single, perfect moment. He collapsed beside me, his breath ragged, and pulled me close. Our lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a stark contrast to the ferocity of moments ago. He tucked me under his neck, holding me close in a protective embrace.

In his arms, I felt a sense of peace, a stark contrast to the turmoil and confusion that had become my norm. This was different, real, and grounded in something far more tangible than the fleeting, chaotic interactions with Harry. As I lay there, nestled against Sam, I realized this was the beginning of something new — a journey into uncharted desires and genuine connections.