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The sun streamed through the window, a soft sea breeze making the thin fabric of the curtains float and dance. I've always enjoyed waking up to this view but today, it was the best it's ever been, all thanks to the person I was sharing it with. 

Waking up with Sam Courtenay in my bed wasn't exactly how I imagined my first day back in Malibu to go but in the grand scheme of things, it was a welcome surprise. Turning in his arms, I see him staring at me, his green eyes fixed on my ever growing smile. Inching closer to him, I bring my hand up to his cheek, feeling his stubble under my touch. It always used to annoy me when he didn't shave for a few days but now, it adds some character, giving him a sort of distinguished ruggedness that I found insanely attractive. 

"Good morning," I say, knowing that my voice is a little breathy. It wasn't intentional but from the way Sam's eyes snapped up to mine, hungry with desire, I knew that it had some sort of effect on him. Before I knew it, I was pinned under Sam's body, arms locked above my head and a throbbing in my core. "Um, Sam?"

He kissed the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulders, sending tingles through the rest of my body. "Yes, Martha?"

"You're making me really, really, really-" I gasped when Sam's lips move further down my shoulder, along my collar bone and trailed kisses down into my cleavage. Despite myself, I arched my back, making Sam laugh. "I have to get up."

"I'm already up," Sam said, a smirk in his voice. "If you know what I mean."

I snort unattractively. "Trust me, the innuendo is as clear as your hard on, Samuel." 

Snapping back into reality, I push Sam away and roll onto his side of the bed before treading towards the bathroom, buttoning up the silk pyjama shirt that Sam had had so much fun unbuttoning. I had far too much to do today and I wasn't about to waste precious hours of my day having wild sex with my boyfriend, despite how tempting it was. I smiled at that the sound of calling Sam my boyfriend. It felt good to call him that again. 

Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I was amazed at the size of the self-satisfied smile on my face. The past twenty-four hours had been surreal; I never expected, not even in my wildest dreams, that Sam would get on the plane, professing that he wanted to be part of my life. The rest of the flight was spent with me on cloud nine, as well as pinching Sam every now and then just to make sure that he was actually there and not just a figment of my over-active imagination. Poor guy had a couple of bruises on his arm. Then when we finally landed Stateside, I rushed to get Sam back here, showing him around the house. 

At first, he thought the beachside property was James' but little did he know that I was the legal owner, bought with the profit I made from my first business venture, an app that allowed celebrities and wealthy people swap designer items. Despite the millions they had in the bank, celebs love a bargain. One Oscar winner swapped two vintage Chanel bags for one (sought after) Birkin, passing it off on their Instagram page as new, a 'gift to me, from me,' the caption read. Given the exclusivity of the app and the clientele list, a bigger household-name company bought, depositing eight-figures into my bank account. Still, I got this house and enough left over to start up my PR company and pump some money into building the lifestyle website that I needed to check in on.