He gives an order
I DID NOT FUCK JULIAN AGAIN. Let the church say Amen.
Ok, I did.
No, I did not.
I did not.
He stood by my door for some minutes, and we talked about nothing important. After he left, I ran to the bathroom to wash up, and unlike what I had thought, I slept almost immediately I got on the king-sized bed. I was so exhausted. I was still exhausted.
The curtains are closed, but I could tell it's morning. But I was too tired to get up and open them. The bed was very comfortable. Julian's guest room is nice. Purple and white themed. It had a living room and a bed at the other end. Also, I had an empty walk-in closet with just my box in it. When the curtains are opened, I will be introduced to a beautiful view of the pool.
I wanted to get up and open them so I knew how to start my day, but...
"Teacher Samantha!" I heard Holland screaming from down the hall. That's all she can say for now, I guess. Why do children wake up so early?
I picked up my phone from the bedside table and pressed the power button to switch it on. It's 8:00 am. I usually wake up by 7:00 am. I must have been really tired yesterday, or my brain was protecting me, knowing when I awoke, I would have to think of my actions last night.
You need to get a morning pill as soon as possible, Samantha!
Fuck, Samantha! You are really stupid. Your parents will not be proud.
A Brick's has never had a child out of wedlock before. Do you want to be the first?
I got off the bed and went to the huge vanity mirror across. The mirror was beautiful, square at the top and round at the button, clean and shiny. I should take a mirror selfie here, but... it just looks like girls who go to their boyfriend's house and take a selfie. My social media friends would think I finally got over my last heartbreak and found myself a new boyfriend.
Julian is not your boyfriend
Not your man
Not anything.
The roots of my hair were getting browner, which meant my blonde dye would soon fade. My hair is dark, but I dye it blonde or brown sometimes, depending on my mood. But it doesn't damage my hair. I pay good attention to my hair, and I use the best products which come highly recommended by my mum none of that social media bullshit. My mum's hair genes, which I took between, are really beautiful: curly and full. She's mixed with a black dad and a white mum, just like I am. My hair is curly and falls down my back, stopping almost at my hips. I was wearing a long white nightgown, so if Julian saw me in the morning, he wouldn't get the idea that I was trying to seduce him last night.
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The Billionaire's obsession
RomanceWhen Samantha's hot boss fucks her on his desk without foreplay, she should have known to stay away. Samantha Bricks, the estranged black sheep of her family, finds solace in her role as a dedicated teacher. Drawn to her mute student, Holland St. Cl...
