Jacob tries to wait patiently but he can't sit there any longer. He is so pissed that he asks the seamstress to step out.
"Jacob!" says Samantha, shocked. “What are you doing here?"
Jacob closes the curtain behind him.
"You're pregnant and you chose that car. It's too dangerous," he whispers, enraged.
"Oh, now you care!"
"Don't do that!" he says.
Samantha starts to cry. "I feel like you're still trying to punish me for Vegas."
"Sorry, Samantha," Jacob says, wrapping her in his arms.
"Jacob, are we going to be ok?" she asks.
"Of course we are!"
He kisses her.
"I’m being an asshole and I'm sorry. I’ll make it up to you if you’ll let me. Where are the keys to the Ferrari? Oh, and I'm going to take care of you before we leave," says Jacob, smiling.
"You promise?" she teases.
“Yes,” he says, laughing. "I'll grab us some breakfast. I'll see you back at the house."
He put his shades and baseball cap back on because he knows the incident is about to be on social media. Jacob walks out the store waving at fans who are all taking pictures of him. Sure enough, it is on Rags TV later that day.
Julius views the morning paper showing Samantha Posey’s engagement to Jacob Latters. Julius is furious; he feels she is flaunting her engagement in his face.
"I will not stand for this! I am going to kill them both on their big day," Julius says.
"I had to have the dress taken out a little," Samantha says, poking her bottom lip out.
"Does this mean your ass is going to get even bigger?" Jacob says as he smacks it.
"Jacob, it’s not funny. I will be in shape during this pregnancy.” She jumps up on the counter.
"Well, I brought you the healthiest breakfast I could find in L.A.," Jacob says.
She looks at the meal, which comes with sprouts.
"I don’t like those; they're nasty."
"But they are healthy. Can you please eat?" Jacob asks.
Samantha put a forkful of eggs and sprouts in her mouth. "We need to talk," she says. "I understand that I lied to you, then I ran from you and now I'm asking you to trust me. I'm sorry and I'm really not leaving again. I can't be without you!”
"Samantha, it’s just… I just think I'll lose it if you leave again."
"Baby, I'm here," she says as she runs her hands through Jacob’s hair. "I struggled every day without you. I bought the rag magazines so I could see your face," she reveals. "When you were sitting in my room I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I wanted to run into your arms. And here we are! I don't want to fight,” she says.
She rubs her hand along his face and put her head against his.
"I want you," Jacob whispers. He picks her up off the kitchen counter and whisks her upstairs to their bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he takes his shirt off, pulling her pants off, then she places one of her feet on his chest. He moves her foot.
"Come here," she says.
He leans down over her, taking her shirt off, then kissing her lips. He sits back and looks at her.
"You're so beautiful," he says as he falls down on her chest, holding her tight, crying in her arms.
"Baby, it’s ok, we're going to be ok this time." She runs her fingers through his hair and tears fall from the corner of her eyes. She just wonders how they got there, but as long as they are together they'd be ok. They fall asleep. The awards dinner Jacob is hosting isn't until 4 p.m. They wake up at 2 p.m. when Samantha's glam team arrives.
"Jacob, how do you do it? Aren't you just tired sometimes and don’t want to do the red carpet?"
"I don't go to everything—I go to half the events," he says.
Samantha’s glam team does her hair, makeup and helps her into her dress in record time.
"You know, ladies, it's only going to get harder the bigger I get. I do not want to look like a whale, so please come up with ideas for the dress I should wear to the awards on Monday. We also need to look for my wedding gown for September."
"Ok, we're leaving, but Sandra will let you out," Jacob says. "You look beautiful," he tells Samantha as he kisses her on the cheek. "Thanks ladies," he says.
The girls look at each other and say, "Damn, he is fine to be a white boy!"
Jacob blushes.
Soon after getting into the truck, Jacob starts feeling Samantha’s breast and kissing her neck.
"Jacob, I feel bad for falling asleep earlier."
"It comes with being pregnant; you're going to sleep more. Like you told me, I'm with you for more than just your great lovemaking," he says.
She smiles.
He kisses her neck again.
"Jacob, if you need me to have sex with you right now, I will."
"You make me more relaxed," he says.
She put up the partition. She then kisses his lips.
"I am here to please you; that will be my job as your wife. If I go in there looking busted, it's on you."
He looks into her eyes as he has his way with her. "Samantha, I need you."
She takes off her panties, raises her dress, and then sits on his lap.
"I want to do what you want. Just relax,” she says kissing his lips. She grabs his erection, putting it inside her.
"Oh!" she moans.
Jacob kisses her neck while she holds his arms, moving up and down slowly. He clenches her back ever so tightly as he orgasms.
"Are you ok?" she asks as she caresses his face with the back of her hand.
"Yeah," he says, kissing her. "Are you ok?"
"Yes."
They fix their clothes and Samantha checks her makeup.
"We're here," says the driver.
"Ok," Jacob replies.
Jacob and Samantha walk onto the red carpet hand in hand. A reporter approaches.
"Jacob, you've had a wonderful year as far as the show is concerned and you’re now going into your seventh season. How does it feel?"
“It feels great; we worked really hard to give our fans what they want and have some great surprises coming this fall," Jacob replies.
"Thank you, Jacob."
Another reporter approaches the couple. "Jacob, you've had a phenomenal year on the show but your personal life has been on the forefront and has played out in some very confrontational situations in the media. How is that affecting you?"
"Most couples are able to handle certain challenges in private, but because I'm a celebrity I don't get that opportunity. But we'll be fine. We're planning our wedding and that's our focus right now, thank you."
Jacob and Samantha go into the awards dinner and socialize with many philanthropists before Jacob has to go onstage. A woman approaches.
"Hello Jacob, I see you’re doing well," the woman says.
"Samantha, this is my ex-girlfriend Amy," Jacob says.
"Hello," says Samantha as she smiles awkwardly.
"So how are you dealing with his mood swings? They can be so tiring," says Amy.
Samantha looks confused.
"Ok, Amy, you've had your fun," Jacob says.
"Oh no you don't! You wouldn't marry me, someone who is obviously on your financial level, but you’re marrying a poor black girl! I can't even see his family letting him marry you!" says Amy.
"Samantha!" says Jacob as he gives her the look of disapproval.
“So you won’t let her speak. She doesn't have her own voice huh? Figures," says Amy.
But Jacob knows she has a voice—he is worried about what Samantha might say or do to Amy!
Samantha walks closer, grabbing Amy's hand and getting close to her ear. "You really know nothing about me. You're grasping at straws; if you knew anything about me, you would know I have my own money. My advice would be for you to walk away because you don't want me to show my ugly side," Samantha says as she backs up, smiling.
Amy yells, "Are you threatening me?"
"Of course not," Samantha
says in a low voice. "I wouldn't dare." She winks her eye, turns, and walks away.
People are staring at Amy. Samantha is quite pleased with herself as she walks to her table feeling famished.
"Amy, why do you insist on embarrassing yourself like this?" Jacob asks.
He returns to his table, where Samantha is eating a buttery roll.
"This is delicious!" she whispers, "It’s not for me; it's for the baby."
Jacob laughs.
"Don't worry, Jacob, I know we'll talk about it when we get home. Honey, be a dear and get me another chicken breast."
Jacob did so well hosting the awards dinner they ask if he could do it again next year. When the couple gets home, Samantha changes into some workout clothes and hit the treadmill. Jacob goes down into the workout room.
"Do you want to talk?"
"About your crazy jealous ex-girlfriend and psycho Amber? You’re two crazies to my one psycho. We're such the perfect pair!" She smiles.
"It still isn't right what she said, especially about my family not letting me marry you."
"Yeah, that part stung. I really wanted to bash her face in! It’s ok, baby, it's not your fault…my handsome specimen of a man!" Samantha says as she bounces off the treadmill into Jacob’s arms.
"I love you!” she says, giving him a quick kiss. “I'm going to take a bath. Will you wash my back?"
"Of course," he says, kissing her back shoulder blade.
“Good afternoon; we have a one-o'clock appointment with Dr. Berman,” says Samantha.
"Right this way," says the receptionist.
Jacob and Samantha sit down on the couch.
“Hello, I'm Dr. Berman. Let’s begin. Tell me what obstacles you're trying to overcome in your relationship.”
“Well, when we first met, I lied to him about who I was. Then I had a miscarriage because we weren’t in a good place.”
"Jacob, have you really gotten over Samantha lying to you?" Dr. Berman asks.
“Yes, but I'm struggling with her drugging me and leaving the country. I had to track her down to bring her back.”
“Samantha, why did you leave?”
“My ex-boyfriend is the welterweight champion of the world. He is a very dangerous man in and out the ring. He tried to intimidate Jacob and then Jacob beat him up.
It wouldn't have been long before he came after us both. By leaving Jacob, there was a chance he'd be safe. Look, this guy is crazy and this isn't the first time I’ve had to escape him. He's a lunatic! And now that I'm back, I want to believe Jacob can protect me, but I'm still terrified.”
"So wait, why did you come back?" asks Jacob.
“Because I love you and I need to let you protect me. I have a bad feeling he's going to try to kill me!”
“Jacob, do you think Samantha will leave?” the psychiatrist asks.
“Yes.”
“So why did you ask her to marry you?”
He pauses.
“Because I believe it will keep her from leaving. I love her—she's the only woman for me—but sometimes I don't think she feels the same. I don’t know if she can really deal with my life. Ultimately I think she came back because of the baby.”
Samantha is fuming; she wants to leave so badly.
“Samantha, what are you feeling right now?”
“Disbelief and anger! I'm here putting myself in harm’s way to be with him. This baby is in harm’s way because of my love for him.”
"Direct your answers to Jacob," says Dr. Berman.
“Once again I went about things the wrong way. Maybe if I had asked you to send me away, we wouldn't be here now. But you wouldn't have agreed to that.”
"So you expected us to live apart?" asks Jacob.
"Until we resolved the problem," says Samantha.
"How were you going to resolve the problem?" asks Dr. Berman.
They were both silent because they knew the only way to handle Julius was to kill him.
“Sorry to do this, but our session is over for today. I want you to express what's really on your mind to one another," says Dr. Berman.
“Thank you, doctor,” Jacob says, shaking her hand.
The ride back to the house is silent. As soon as Jacob pulls into the garage, Samantha unlocks the Cayenne’s door and jumps out. She runs into the house up to their bedroom and starts packing a bag. Jacob enters the bedroom.
“Oh, come on, Samantha, really!”
“What? This is what you expect of me, right? That I will leave because I really don't love you!” Her mascara is running down her face as she is crying hysterically.
“Samantha, you need to calm down for the baby's sake!”
“I told you I don't want your fucking money!”
“Samantha, you act as if I don’t want to be with you! The sad part is, you don't even trust me to protect you. Why, because I'm a rich white boy? You don't think I can protect you from your big black crazy-ass ex? Say it! I want to hear you say it!”
“No! I don't think you can and I feel I need to protect you. I didn't accept your proposal for the sake of the baby. The real reason you proposed to me is keep me from moving back to Atlanta. If I didn't want to be here, I would have just left again while in Italy. I'm here because I love you.”
Samantha is still so angry. Jacob approaches her as she sits on the floor up against the bed. He kneels down and reaches for her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her head to his chest while she cries. He wants to calm her down so she won't pass out. His mouth presses up against her hair, shushing her. He picks her up, laying her in the bed. He gets a wet towel to clean her face. Jacob really wants to yell back and forth, but he knows it would be too stressful on her.
"Samantha, you can't run every time you're scared or hurt," he says. “Are you going to do that when we're married?”
“You still want to marry me?”
“Yes! Now if you need time to think, I can leave or I can put you up in a hotel room. What do you want to do?” he asks, staring down at Samantha as he leans over her.
“I want to go to a hotel.”
“Ok, no problem,” he says, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
Jacob leaves the house to go to his favorite hangout spot. He really feels indifferent about the therapist meeting. Does he really know the woman he is marrying?
Maybe he is making the wrong decision, but why does he feel so sad when he isn’t with her, he wonders, moping in a glass of whiskey. He thought about when they first met, how she was so fun and deep intellectually.
He loved his birthday party, how she made it so special because she took the time to listen. She found out what he liked and she spent almost a quarter million of her own money on him.
Samantha stands in the window of the Beverly Hills Wilshire Four Seasons Hotel. She smiles when she thinks back to when Jacob had tricked her into dinner. And the footloose party they’d had when she first came to L.A. and how relieved she was when he came to Italy to get her. She loves that this man takes his time with her when they make love. They have been through so much in so little time. But the reality is that her ex is coming for her.
“I will fight to the depths to protect my family,” she says, rubbing her stomach. Samantha has been at the hotel since 4 p.m. and it was now 9 p.m. She just woke up from her nap.
She sent Jacob a text. “Can we talk?”
"Over the phone?" he asks.
“No, in person. I'm at the Beverly Hills Wilshire Four Seasons Hotel. Can you bring me a salad, please?”
“Yes.”
Samantha takes a bath and put big curls in her hair. Jacob has learned one thing about Samantha: she loves make-up sex. He will try to resist her.
He picks up her salad then drives to the hotel. He knocks on the door. She answers wearing a white dress shirt and boy shorts underwear, big hair and his favorite pink lipstick. He doesn't think he is going to be able to resist after all.
He hands her the salad. She sits it down on the table. “Thank you,” sh
e says.
He watches her as she slowly turns and walks toward the living room, fixing the top of her hair so her shirt will lift up just a little to show her underwear. She makes him a drink, sitting it on the coffee table, then turns on the TV; a basketball game is on. She sits cross-leg on the couch. He is sitting at the other end of the couch with the drink in hand.
“What do you want to talk about?” he asks.
“Us! Were you serious that we would be ok?" she asks.
"Yeah," he says.
"Did you see how many points Kobe scored in last night’s game?" she asks.
Jacob changed the subject. “Is that my shirt?”
“No. I bought it from the store downstairs, so I guess it will be yours.” She says moving closer to him. "How will we survive this?" she asks.
“I don't know.”
She weasels her way into his arms. “Jacob, what’s on your mind?”
She looks into his big green eyes, running her hand over his chest, then looking at him again, kissing his lips.
He stops her. “I'm going to go.”
“Oh, ok, I'll walk you out. Thanks for the salad.”
“But you didn't need me to bring you the salad, did you?”
“No, but I wanted you to. And I wanted to see you.”
They stand near the front door looking at each other.
“You could have stayed at home.”
“I needed to think in an environment that didn’t remind me of us.”
“At twenty-five thousand a night!”
“What can I say? You’re spoiling a girl.”
“So you couldn't wait till tomorrow?”
“Well, I've been here since 4 so I’ve had about five hours to think.”
“Are you coming home tomorrow?” he asks.
“Yes. I see you’re still upset with me,” says Samantha.
She moves closer to him, whispering in his ear. “Just so you know, as soon as you came through the door I wanted to rip your clothes off! But I would never force you to do something you don't want to do,” she says, stepping back. “Nice boner, by the way,” she says, smiling. “Well, see you tomorrow.”
She turns, walking toward the bedroom with a slight smile on her face. Jacob stands there for a minute. Samantha stands facing the bed with her back to him. Jacob walks up behind her, running his hands around her waist. She leans back into his chest, raising her hands up the back of his neck as he places his hand in her panties rubbing her clit, waking all of her senses. Her lips part and her eyes roll in the back of her head. She moans, “Oh, Jacob!”
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