Chapter Eight
Zack
She agreed. She actually agreed. She said yes. She chose a time and a place for it to happen and I have every intention of making sure she goes through with it. This past week has been absolute hell for me. I’ve barely slept and when I do, all I dreamt of was her.
Hiding the jar of coffee so Rachel would have to leave the house to buy another was really low. I could hardly believe I went to such depths just to steal a moment alone with Samantha. I knew Rachel was having Sam over for the weekend and I also knew I had to see her whilst she was there. Rachel was in the kitchen when I first walked in and made some lame ass excuse about the reason I stopped by. She told me Samantha was upstairs taking a bath and that’s when I reached into the cupboard and grabbed the jar of coffee whilst she wasn’t looking.
“I could have sworn I had some coffee left.” She told me, rummaging through everything in an attempt to find some.
“You could nip out to the shop and get some?” I suggested, despising the words coming out of my mouth.
“I suppose I could. I’m going to have to get it sooner or later.” She grabbed her jacket off the back of the kitchen door, placing a delicate kiss on my lips before she left.
“Exactly. I’ll stay here and let Sam know where you are when she comes down.”
“Thanks, baby. I won’t be long.”
I only managed to wait sixty seconds after Rachel left before going upstairs in search of Sam. I had no idea what I was going to say to her, all I knew was I had to speak to her. I hadn’t heard anything from her in seven days and I knew if I didn’t take this opportunity to speak with her, it could be another week until I saw her again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle that and that’s why my desperation won out in the end.
I didn’t know what room she was in but eventually found her in Rachel’s. When I first saw her she was standing by the open doors that lead out onto the balcony, simply staring out at the view before her. God, I remember the exquisite sight of her wearing only a towel. Her hair was dripping wet and her whole body was trembling because of the cool breeze off the torrential rain outside. I continued to observe her for several seconds before I remembered that I didn’t have much time, Rachel would be back any second so I had to make this quick.
“Feeling hot?” I asked her, wishing I could take the words back as soon as I had spoken them. I don’t know what possessed me to say such a thing, instantly regretting how forthright and cringe worthy my comment had been.
She whirled around to face me, clearly astonished by the fact that I was standing in the doorway watching her. She opened her mouth to say something, her whole body quivering with shock and… arousal?
She gave me a hard time about walking in on her and not getting in touch with all week. I did try and explain why I’d chosen to give her some time, hoping my silence would provide her with the space she needed. I knew if I continued to reach out to her it would only make Sam run off in the opposite direction and that’s the last thing I wanted. I never thought my silence would solidify her belief that I was no longer interested in her or the proposal I’d approached her with.
I honestly do not know how I managed to control myself in that bedroom with her. She was dripping wet, naked underneath her towel and practically begging me to kiss her. Her face was flushed, her heart was beating erratically and her breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Jesus, I wanted her so badly. I wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the bed and bury myself deep inside her. I didn’t seem to care about the possibility of being caught, I didn’t care about anything but satisfying my own carnal lust.
I swear I came so close to actually taking her on the bed. She almost surrendered, so close to giving into me and her desires. Her willpower was slipping, I know she wants me just as much as I want her and I recognise that my greatest achievement in that bedroom was getting her to admit that.
That’s why I actually came close to murdering my brother when I heard his voice coming up the stairs. I had no idea what the hell he was doing there and despised his intrusion even more when I saw the way he looked at Sam. Thank God she had her bathrobe on by that time, he would have been unbearable if he’d managed to catch a glimpse of her in her towel. Seeing her like was the greatest temptation I’ve ever faced, I swear I would have been forced to punch my own brother if I’d seen him look at her the same way I had.
I did not want Aaron anywhere near Samantha and insisted on her getting changed before he finished up in the bathroom. I made my way downstairs to find Rachel in the kitchen flicking through a magazine.
“What the hell is my brother doing here?” I demanded, storming into the kitchen.
“I don’t know, I just found him on the doorstep. It was so funny, he was bursting for the bathroom and practically barged past me to get up the stairs. I think I came home in the nick of time.” She laughed, finding the whole thing hilarious.
“Are you laughing at me?” My brother asked, strolling into the kitchen before making his way over to the fridge and rummaging through it.
“Yes.” My fiancé replied humorously, shaking her head at my incredibly rude brother.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, slamming the refrigerator door closed, something which nearly broke his hand in the process.
“This morning you said something about going to see Rachel so I thought I’d swing by and say hello.”
“I thought you were spending the afternoon with your friends?” I narrowed my eyes at him, still jealous as hell and furious by his blatant attraction to Samantha.
“I did but decided to drop by on the way home. Is that a problem?”
“Of course not. You’re always welcome here, Aaron.” Rachel said, shooting me a look of confusion.
I know it made no sense that I was having a go at Aaron. I’m usually so laid back about everything, it must have taken the two of them by surprise to see me so wound up.
“Thanks, Sis.” Aaron winked at Rachel, rolling his eyes in my direction. “Speaking of sisters… I just met yours upstairs.” His voice took on an entirely different tone, he was far too interested in her and I vowed to put a stop to it right away.
“Why were you in my bedroom, Aaron?” Rachel asked, tossing her magazine aside.
“I wasn’t. I was searching for the bathroom when I came across Zack and her talking” My brother explained, landing me in a lot of trouble in the process.
“What?” Rachel frowned at me, clearly startled by Aaron’s revelation.
“I just went up to say hello and to let her know I was here.” I forced a casual smile on my face, hoping it would be enough to convince Rachel there was nothing sinister behind my brother catching me upstairs with her sister.
“Oh, ok. Good job you didn’t catch her changing. She’d have been mortified.” She chuckled, winking at Aaron who was standing behind me.
“She’s gorgeous. I seriously need to get to know her a little better, especially before the wedding.”
Aaron’s comment was the final straw. I couldn’t explain or rationalise the turmoil that was going on inside of me and knew the anguish I was feeling was bound to be written all over my face. I crossed over to the other side of the kitchen, staring out the window until I could be certain that my anger was under control.
Rachel and Aaron spoke amongst themselves until Samantha joined us. I felt her presence before I even saw her and it took every single ounce of my strength not to turn around and look at her. The next few minutes that followed were excruciating. Aaron continued to try and flirt with Sam, ignoring the murderous looks I kept throwing at him the entire time.
All his jokes about being my best man at the wedding were not going down too well, I was getting more and more infuriated with him the longer we were there and knew I had to get myself out of there before I snapped. I chanced a brief look back at Samantha before we left, there was still so much I wanted to say to her. Plenty of unfinished business that needed to be resolved, business I refused to turn my back on.
I somehow managed to dodge Aaron’s questions for the rest of the night. He continued to bug me about Sam, wanting to know if she was seeing anyone, how long I’d known her and if I thought she’d be interested in him. His persistent curiosity was driving me crazy and I was so close to telling him to back the fuck off, leave her alone and never look at her again. I love my brother but by the end of the night I was seriously looking forward to him leaving in the morning. As far as I’m concerned, he’s more than overstayed his welcome.
My phone was tempting me. I was in bed and felt it taunting me, tormenting me to the point that I couldn’t sleep. I knew she’d probably be in bed. She was more than likely fast asleep, unaffected and undisturbed. Unlike me who was battling with my insomnia yet again. It eventually became too strong for me to ignore, I reached for my phone and typed out my message, hitting send before I changed my mind. I really didn’t expect her to reply, I was convinced I’d pushed her too far in the bedroom and blown any chance I had with her. It came as a massive shock when she chose to reply straight away, especially the flirtatious response I got from her.
My jaw almost hit the floor when she asked me what I imagined doing to her. About a thousand different scenarios raced through my mind, making it extremely difficult when it came to providing her with an answer. The sexual scenarios I wanted to create with her were limitless, the amount of sleepless nights I’ve had since I met her are beyond counting. The times I’ve pictured us together, conjuring up the most forbidden fantasies, fantasies I never thought I’d get to experience. Until tonight. Tonight she finally agreed. I finally got her to say yes. She asked me to pick a hotel and then chose a date and a time, leaving it up to me to make all the arrangements.
I’m still gaping at my phone in astonishment. Feeling amazed, relieved, jubilant and victorious. I can barely sit still, the adrenaline coursing through my veins is out of control. I know it will be impossible for me to go to sleep now, it will continue to evade me until I make the arrangements.
I switch on my laptop, needing to book the hotel. I have to make a reservation before she has chance to change her mind and back out. I’m certain she’s expecting me to choose some seedy B&B somewhere and I really want to surprise her. I want her to experience the best and cherish the memories I intend on giving her. I have a feeling she hasn’t had much happiness in her life, the way her appalling mother treats her is beyond my contempt. Rachel’s the one who’s had the glamorous lifestyle and the stylish existence. Being an actress is not without its perks. She frequently stays at overpriced hotels, spends the occasional day at a relaxing spa and goes abroad for the odd weekend. I doubt Sam’s encountered such luxuries and this is something I plan on rectifying immediately.
I can’t help smiling to myself as I make the reservations, making sure I choose the most exquisite hotel I can find for our one and only night together. The pictures you can view online are really picturesque and I make sure the room I have chosen has an impressive view, a four poster bed and a hot tub. I’m so glad I insisted on her spending the entire night with me, there’s no way I’d be able to experience everything I want with her in just a few hours.
I climb into bed after making the reservation. I fall asleep straight away for the first time in God knows how long and I know it’s because my subconscious is on high alert. In one week she’ll be mine. My obsession with her will soon be over and I can’t fucking wait. I’d give anything to get over this all-consuming, newfound addiction I seem to have developed for the idea of being with her, being inside her and making her mine. Even if it is just for one night…