Capítulo 11: LIKE YOU

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AWAITS YOU IN THE LAST PARAGRAPH!!! STRICTLY R 18!]

Samson sat back in his chair, furious that he had believed what Rachel had said. When he asked what she had said, she fainted; she had been taking the CO2. "If only she was right," he thought to himself. He was beginning to suspect Jane had died. Roger and the cops couldn't find her in Coast, Rein, or here.

"God!" he exclaimed, staring at the ceiling. Was there a deity? If there is, he should punish him because he has done many evil things, or perhaps he is being merciful. He chuckled bitterly, with sad, teary eyes.

"Boss, it's meeting time," Dave announced. He and Yohan had carried Rachel out of his office earlier.

"Get the car ready," he said, turning to face him.

"Boss?" Dave asked, noticing his tears.

"What?" Samson inquired, wiping his face.

"Nothing," He resolved not to say anything about what he had witnessed.

As they went downstairs, Drake approached Samson.

"Boss Rogers is coming in tomorrow," he said.

"That's good news," Samson said, smiling as he patted Drake on the shoulder.

As they approached the gate, a young girl ran up to Samson and grabbed his legs,".

"Please let me go," her shaking lips begged.

Drake motioned for Yohan who followed the girl to take her away.

"Wait," Samson said, as Yohan attempted to drag her away. He knelt and held her face.

"She has blue eyes, like Jane," he observed.

"Please," she begged, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Your people sold you to us; they don't want you; you'll be useful here," He said, wiping away her tears.

"My people did not sell me; those men took me by force," she said, lowering her gaze.

Samson stood up, told Yohan to take her away, and left the Cellar.

"I suppose we have another Jane," Dave said quietly to Drake.

"I kind of agree with you,"

After Jane, this was the second girl he was talking to. He rarely spoke to the kidnapped girls. That was their duty.

"Everyone, get back to work!" Drake yelled at the girls who had come to a halt to watch the scene.

"Movie's over," Dave added.

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Samuel and Eric sat in Dr. Kim's office, scowling at each other.

"You should stop staring at each other like that; if eyes could kill, you'd all be dead," Dr. Kim said.

"And what happened earlier?" She turned to face Samuel.

"Yes, what occurred?" Eric also said.

"Please allow me to ask the questions." Dr. Kim intervened. Eric shifted his gaze away from Samuel, his eyes already blazing.

"Yes, Samuel? You had some nurses and patients watching you,".

Samuel took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. If he could only explain what had happened earlier. He seemed compelled to do so. He had no idea what had happened.

"I'm sorry for reacting that way, Eric; I thought you did something to her," Samuel apologized.

"I wouldn't have brought her here if I had done something to her," Eric argued.

"All right, let's bury the hatchet as adults," Dr. Kim said, smiling, then frowning. "Thank God you have me as your family doctor; imagine what other doctors would say about this incident."

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"Are you all right?" As she entered the ward, Grandma checked on her.

"I am fine; I believe I should be discharged now," Fiona said quickly.

"I should talk to the doctor about it," she said.

"Here I am," Dr. Kim said as he entered the room with the guys.

"What happened to her?" Eric was questioned by Grandma.

"Finally, someone has asked me the right question," he said, turning to face Samuel, who averted his gaze.

"What occurred? Someone should speak up, "Grandmother stated.

"Well, Fiona here fainted, which was her fault, not Eric's," Dr. Kim explained after a brief pause.

"Samuel here," she pointed at him, "thought Eric," she also pointed at Eric "had something to do with her sudden unconsciousness and charged at him," she added.

"You guys got into a fight? In the hospital?" Grandma inquired, wide-eyed.

"We didn't fight," Samuel muttered.

"But they're on a good note now, right?" Dr. Kim stared at them.

Both of them nodded.

Meanwhile, Fiona was staring at Samuel as they spoke. She, too, was baffled as to why he reacted in such a manner. The thought of him caring for and protecting her crossed her mind, but she rejected it because he had previously been unconcerned about anything that concerned her.

But why did her heart skip a beat when he asked Eric what he did to her? Was it fear, admiration, or... No, she dares not think that far.

She placed her hand on her chest while she was thinking.

"Does your chest hurt, dear?" Grandma inquired as she walked to her bed. She noticed her touching her chest and making an odd expression.

"Nothing, nothing, I..I... am fine," Fiona stuttered as her lips parted.

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The sound of the clock in the living room rang through Samson's ears as he entered the house; it was 9:00 p.m. His father had ordered a customized wall clock that rang when the clock struck 9 a.m. for reasons he didn't want to inquire about.

Mr. Mairo had offered him alcohol while they talked, which he had taken more than usual, so he was tipsy. He noticed his half-sister walking downstairs.

"Where are you going?" he inquired as she approached.

"I have night class," Anne said as she walked past him without waiting for him to speak.

Samson sighed as he watched her walk out of the house. He went upstairs to his room.

He lay on the bed without taking off his clothes; after a few minutes, he began to undress, staring in front of the large mirror in his wardrobe.

A dark chuckle escaped his mouth as he removed his shirt and ran his hands through his white hair. His natural hair color was dark brown; he and Jane dyed their hair to match each other's natural hair color. It was her idea as well.

He was about to remove his belt when he heard a knock.

"Master Samson, I brought your clothes," the maid said through the door.

Samson paused for a moment, recalling the voice of the maid that was staring at his abs in the morning.

"Come in," he said.

The maid entered the wardrobe, bowing, and began to arrange the piles of clothes she was carrying.

He stood there staring at her.

"Where should I put this, Sir?" The maid approached him, holding his bundle of neckties.

Samson laughed. Is this yet another excuse for keeping staring at him? He wondered how she could not know where he kept his neckties.

"Can you tell me your name?" He asked slowly, drawing closer to her and tucking a strand of her hair that was blocking his view of her face.

"Samantha sir," she replied, her gaze fixed on his body. She nearly reached out to touch his broad chest. She had wanted to see him since the morning she first saw him.

She even switched shifts with another maid so she could bring him those clothes.

"Go ahead, touch it," His deep, seductive voice rang in her ears, sending shivers down her spine. Her insides became damp and cold.

She gently touched his chest, then moved her hands down to his abs, then slowly squeezed his nipples.

"Ah," A moan escaped Samson's lips. He quickly pinned her to the wardrobe and locked lips with her, kissing her hungrily while smacking her ass. She pushed him onto the bed seductively.

"Undress right now!" He said lying down, biting his lower lip.

She slowly unbuttoned her dress, revealing her full peaches; she wore no bra.

"Come!" His gaze moved around her body.

She became aware of his lustful gaze and slowly climbed the bed and suck on his neck.

Samson held her peaches in his palms. A small frown formed between his brows. It didn't feel like Jane's peaches. He sat up and took her hands in his.

"What?" She asked, perplexed, because she was hornier than him.

"Touch it," he said, pointing to his rising anaconda.

He held her as she gently brought her hand inside his boxer and touched it; it felt huge and standing.

"Get out," he said, his face emotionless.

"What?" She frowned as she noticed his anaconda relax.

"I told you to go!" He yelled at her. She flinched in fear and hurriedly dressed.

Samson sighed as she left, rubbing his face.

"So I can't sleep with someone without thinking of her huh?" He wondered aloud.