People usually find love unexpectedly but Samantha and James' story was different. They knew that they'll get married someday without them knowing each other personally.
She is Samantha Nicole Adams, a rich spoiled brat. She doesn't beli...
Author's note I solely dedicate this chapter to my friend Frances Mae Valdez. Happy birthday to her and may she finally find the James of her life. I love you bes. At the end of this chapter is a poem that I wrote for you. Wish you could read it anytime soon. A lots of hugs and kisses😘😘😘 --------------------------------------------------
I was heading to take a shower when I heard my cellphone ringing, so I grabbed it from the bedside table , it's Cath, I answered and she automatically started talking. And when I said talking it means non stop talking, my bestie's always like that especially when she's excited. "Sam,what happened? I was waiting for your call after that guy picked you up from school,but I didn't even receive a single text from you. So what did you do? Where did you go? Is he nice? Is he gentleman? Oh my God you're just so lucky to have him as future husband, he's so hot,like freaking hot."she said continuously without giving me the chance to say hello "Are you done with your questions bestie? You didn't even give me the chance to say hello." "I'm sorry Sam. I was just too excited you know. Now what? Tell me what happened." And I told her everything that happened after the time that James picked me up from school until our dinner and until we reached home. She was all ears while I told her the story. And she told me a lot of non sense, like me falling for James, it might be love at first sight and so on.Oh my God, who falls in love in just a day of meeting someone. He's basically a stranger to me and falling for him is just 1 million miles out of the picture.
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It is a Saturday morning, I woke up and went down to eat my breakfast with dad. "Good morning baby girl. How's your sleep?" Dad greeted me with a smile and I hug him. "Good morning dad, I'm great, I slept well last night. How about you? You look happy today." I said while sitting on the chair. "That's maybe because of you and James, baby girl. You've finally met." "But dad we've just met and....." I was cut off by James. He sat on the chair across me on our dining area. Speaking of the jerk. "Good morning everyone." He greeted looking at dad and me. "Goodmorning James, how was your first night here in New York?" "It was good. I had a nice sleep last night." "That's great, Sam will show you some nice places here in New York."Dad said with a smile. Dad must be hating me that much nowadays because he's pushing me so hard to James. I didn't answer his question so James batted in "Actually Sam and I have plans for today already. Am I right Sam?" He said and I raised my eyebrow. Do we have plans?I don't remember anything. "And what's your plan?" Dad asked. A smile was formed in his face and I knew that he already have a million scenarios running around his head. "Sam asked me to teach her how to drive." James finally said looking at my direction, we had eye to eye contact for a split second and i lowered my gaze,I just stared on my plate, I just can't look at his damn eyes. They were like stars from the dark night and I was mesmerized. Did I just say that? I shouldn't be saying such things. "That would be great, so that she can use her new car finally." Dad said with happiness echoing from his voice. I know that this whole situation is making him happy. After our breakfast, we headed out. We decided to go to a secluded road, as James said we couldn't risk other innocent people's lives. I sat on the driver's seat " Okay babe let's start with the basic." James said patting my lap with a smirk on his face. "Do you have to call me that all the time? Can you just call me Sam or nikee but not these endearments that you're calling me. We weren't in a relationship so no need for those sappy nicknames." I said irritatedly "Okay baby girl." He said teasingly imitating my dad's voice "You're not my dad stop calling me baby girl."I said angrily. This guy really knows how to pissed me off "You're cute when you're mad."he said looking at me wiggling his eyebrows "Don't call me cute as well. I don't like it, it's just for pets." I said and he laughed at me. Seriously? What's wrong with him? Does he thinks I'm joking? "Okay fine beautiful it is. Let's start." And we started our little driving lessons with him being serious at teaching me and I freaking out a little bit every time I do something wrong. There are times when his hand will brush mine while he teaches me and i just can't explain the feeling, there's something with his touch. Is this what they called spark?i shouldn't be thinking about these things.
