“Good evening, everyone. We would like to thank you for joining us on this joyous occasion! Because of Jacob and Samantha we were able to start our own company bringing some of the best parties this town has ever seen! So please join me in a toast to the beautiful couple, Jacob and Samantha!”
Jacob kisses Samantha. "I love you!" he says.
“Please, everyone, enjoy the evening!” says Paul.
The band starts to play the couple’s favorite song. Jacob gives their glasses back to the waiter and leads Samantha to the dance floor.
The last time they danced to this song was the night they got engaged. They look so perfect together, the chocolate-and-vanilla-swirl couple.
“I love this song because it talks about us. When we're getting ready for a big event it now takes you hours to get ready, but when we first met, you barely wore makeup and you were beautiful. Of course, you still are! You don't have to do anything extra to keep me because I love you just as you are!” Jacob says. Samantha blushes as she kisses his lips.
"I love you too," she says ever so warmly. When the song ends, they walk around greeting their guests. Samantha asks a waiter for a glass of water for her and a glass of whiskey for Jacob. They had quite a few music acts—more than she’d originally planned—but Jacob had added more. They ate the elegant dinner Vito prepared. Everything is so perfect. All their guests want a party planned by Samantha Posey. They dance well into the night.
Eventually, Jacob says, "Nicki, I'm going to take Samantha home. Thank you for everything!”
"You guys really know how to throw a party!" says Samantha, hugging Nicki.
“Thank you! Talk to you tomorrow!”
When they get in the car Jacob tells Samantha he has one more surprise for her.
Twenty minutes later they arrive at their new home.
“What are we doing here?” she asks, confused. “We don't have any furniture.”
Jacob opens the front door. It looks more beautiful than before. She twirls around under the beautiful chandelier at the front entrance.
“Jacob, it feels like I'm in a dream,” Samantha says.
She walks up to him, grabbing the front of his jacket. He places his hands on her waist. She kisses him over and over again, her tongue massaging his tongue. He looks at her.
“I’m going to fuck you all over this house!”
The only lights they have on are the ones in the foyer. Jacob takes her by the hand and leads her to the sitting room. There is a grand piano and a chaise lounge in the room.
“Jacob, how? When?”
“Just shows I'm always listening,” he says, smiling.
“You're my dreamy prince.”
She runs her hand through his hair.
"You're so beautiful. You have no idea the effect you have on me.” He looks at her with such love and respect. “I love you so much,” he whispers.
He passionately kisses her lips then turns her around to unzip her dress so she could step out of it. He places his jacket and her dress on the chaise. He walks back over to where she is standing in front of the piano.
“I don't think I can wear tight clothes anymore; my stomach hurts.”
“Well, please don't do that anymore. I don't want us to lose another baby.”
Samantha looks down at the floor and tears fall from her eyes. “I don't think I could go through that again.”
Jacob pulls her chin up. “It’s ok, baby,” he says as he holds her face in his hands, vigorously kissing her lips then her neck.
"Oh Jacob," she moans as he caresses her ass.
He picks her up, placing her on the piano as her brown eyes meet his green eyes. He removes her shoes. He rubs her thigh with one hand and breast with the other as they kiss. He then kisses her neck and pulls off her panties, placing his thumb inside her, making her so wet she moans with pleasure.
He lays her back on the piano as he kisses her stomach, moving down between her legs, licking slowly in a circular motion. Her legs rest over his shoulders and her hands massage his head. Her breathing becomes more intense as he sticks his tongue inside her. Then, licking her clit, he makes her cum. She screams, “Oh my God, Jacob!”
He buries his wet face in her stomach, causing her to giggle. She sits up. Quickly she unbuttons his shirt as he kicks his shoes off. She un-does his pants and he kicks them off too.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” she commands.
They are both completely naked.
“Come here,” she says, motioning with her index finger.
He climbs onto the piano on top of her, looking at her, kissing her again. She kisses him back hard.
"I want you," she says. Her large ring glistened against his cheek. “Make love to me!” she begs.
He places his large erection inside her. She grabs both his arms as her head jerks back from the pain and desire for more. Jacob pushes slowly inside her back and forth. He pushes his tongue into her mouth.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes!” she yells. “It feels so good,” she moans.
He moves faster inside her. Soon he tilts his head back as he cums inside her. He drops down on top of her.
They lay next to each other, looking up at the ceiling.
“Jacob, that was amazing!”
“Yes it was,” he says, still breathing fast. He smiles. He leans up on his elbow, resting his other arm across her stomach. “You always feel so good when I’m inside you.”
She smiles at him. “Let's go upstairs,” she says.
They laughs about what they are doing in their big new house. She pulls his hand as they ran upstairs. When she opens the double doors to the bedroom she notices it is fully furnished.
“Jacob, it's beautiful!” she says, kissing him. “You’re so wonderful!”
“I can't have my pregnant fiancée sleeping on the floor now, can I?!”
She sits on the bed, her back up against the headboard. “Come here.”
He crawls on the bed toward her, grabbing her face, kissing her slowly.
“Oh, Jacob.”
He pulls her down, laying behind her. He holds her from behind in a warm embrace, kissing her neck, rubbing between her legs, getting her hot. Her lips are parted as he brings her pleasure. He places his erection inside her.
“Oh yes! Oh yes!” she moans.
“Damn, you feel so good,” he says clutching her body, moving back and forth, thrusting inside her.
“Oh, I'm going to cum!” Samantha says.
"Not yet," he whispers. “Oh! Yes, Samantha!” he cries.
They climax together. He turns her face to his, repeatedly kissing her lips. They then fall off to sleep.
Jacob is up early talking to his producer to find out what time he needs to be on set Monday morning. Samantha knows she needs to get up so she can help Jacob get everything handled by the end of the day. Samantha takes a shower and brushes her teeth. Oh no, what if I don't have anything to wear, she thought, but when she looks in the closet there are all her clothes. She throws on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and gym shoes, and puts her hair in a ponytail. She notices the bedroom door is closed. When she opens the door, she sees the movers taking furniture to one of the bedrooms. Luckily she didn’t come out naked. She goes on a search for Jacob. He is in the kitchen.
“Good morning! Hey, you didn't have to get up so early.”
“Jacob, it's 9:30 a.m., I'm fine! Are they moving everything here today?” asks Samantha.
“Yes.”
“You already had this planned, didn’t you?”
“Yes I did! Let Denise know what clothes you're taking. We leave early tomorrow morning because I have to be on set at 6 a.m. on Monday.”
“Is it ok that my team works out of the studio on the grounds?”
“Yeah, that's fine.”
“One more favor! Nicki’s trying to find an apartment, but hasn't found one yet. Can she stay here in one of the six bedrooms while we're away? I'll tell her she needs to find a place
by September 1st.” Samantha looks at him with worry.
Jacob looks at her for a moment without saying anything. “Alright.”
“Thank you, baby!” she says, kissing him.
He grabs her by her waist, pulling her into his warm embrace placing his mouth over hers kissing her softly then bites her bottom lip.
“Mr. Latters, you told me to let you know when the cars are here," says Denise.
"Ok, thanks, Denise. I have to go outside to the garage,” Jacob says, kissing Samantha again.
“Jacob, how long have you been up?”
“Since about 7:30 a.m. Your food is in the warmer.”
“Thanks.” Samantha thought, I guess for Jacob this is pretty second nature; he's been doing this for six years.
She calls Nicki.
“Hey girl! How did it go after we left last night?”
“Good. Nothing we're not used to.
“I talked to Jacob and he says it's ok that you stay here till September 1st.”
“Cool, thanks, Samantha.”
“You’re welcome. Hey, can you come over in a couple of hours to get the key and codes to the alarm system? Also, I want to show you our new workplace!”
“Ok! Bye,” Nicki says.
Samantha eats her breakfast, then she walks around the grounds just taking in the beauty, trying to get used to her new lavish lifestyle.
Chapter 21
On their way to Montreal early Sunday morning Samantha thought about how busy Saturday had been. She barely saw Jacob. She feels bad for taking a nap yesterday, but she was so tired. Jacob falls asleep shortly after departure and didn't wake up until the pilot said they will be landing in forty-five minutes. When they get in the Suburban they are greeted by Jacobs’s regular driver, Chuck.
"Hey, buddy, how are you?" Jacob asks.
"Good to have you back, Jacob," says Chuck. "Hello Samantha!"
"Hi Chuck!" Samantha replies.
"It’s like déjà-vu.”
She half-smiles, kind of uncomfortable. There is an awkward silence. Samantha is so embarrassed because the last time she saw Chuck, she went by the name Tiffany Skyler. Samantha put her sunglasses on and looks out the window. Jacob grabs her hand, telling her it will be ok. She looks at him with a straight face then turns back to the window. They finally arrive at their second home.
"Jacob, I'm feeling sick. Can you let me into the house?"
She runs upstairs to the guest bedroom where she stayed the last time she was there. She locks the bathroom door and starts vomiting in the toilet. Jacob checks the bathroom downstairs then his bedroom, but found no Samantha. He then goes to the guest bathroom closest to his room, but the door is locked.
"Samantha! Samantha, are you alright?"
Samantha is still vomiting, so she can't answer. Jacob pulls out his keys and opens the door. She motions for him to stay back.
"Maybe the flight was too much! Maybe you should have stayed in L.A. instead of coming here with me. I was thinking about myself."
Jacob holds her hair as she finishes vomiting.
"I'm going to call the doctor."
"No," she says. She knows it is the stress of Chuck knowing the whole story.
"I just need to rest!" She tries to stand up in her perfect blouse, perfect skirt and beautiful heels but can't.
Jacob swoops her up into his arms and carries her down to his bed. Samantha falls asleep. Jacob calls the doctor anyway; he doesn't really know what’s causing the stress. Dr. Roberts comes over to examine Samantha. He checks her vitals.
"Mr. Latters, she will be fine but she needs to rest," says Dr. Roberts.
Jacob walks the doctor out. The maid Marcy had already put all of Samantha's belongings away. Samantha staggers to the bathroom to brush her teeth, then gets back in the bed. Jacob sits down on the bed next to Samantha.
"How are you feeling?"
"Hungry. I would like some soup, please?"
"Sure. Why did you get out the bed?"
"My mouth tasted yucky."
"Samantha, we need to talk, but eat first." Jacob leaves the room to take care of some other business.
He has Marcy bring the soup up to Samantha.
"Thank you, Marcy, that will be all," says Samantha.
An hour later Jacob comes back in the bedroom. She’s sitting up in the bed working on her laptop.
"What are you doing? The doctor said take it easy!"
"I know. Sorry!"
"Samantha, tell me what's going on."
"Chuck hadn't seen me since the whole lying debacle."
"He works for me so he can keep his judgment to himself. You can't always worry about what others think of you. You'll be stressed all the time. That's one thing I had to learn in this business. Samantha, as long as I've gotten past it, that's all that matters."
Samantha thinks about all the stuff she has to do over the next two months. Much of her business will have to be carried out by video conference.
"Jacob, we need to discuss a date for our wedding. I have the party for rapper JT on September 18th. What about the 28th?"
"That works."
"We're looking at venues this week."
"How are you doing that?"
“Video conference! I will be busy every day and coming to bed late. Can I use your office while they work on mine?"
"Yes."
"Despite me getting sick again, I'll be fine."
Jacob frowns; he is not happy with Samantha's aggressive work schedule.
"I love you," she says, kissing his perfect lips. "Because you and I will be so busy, we may not have time to have sex for a while," she says. “Remember, you’ve been on vacation and we’ve been making up for lost time. So we will have to work at it—something we never had to do," says Samantha.
"Hmm, work at it?! I don’t like the sound of that!" says Jacob. "Sounds like we’ve been married for twenty years and just don’t bother having sex anymore. In reality we're young and can't keep our hands off each other," he says. He smiles and raises his eyebrows twice for her to catch on.
"Jacob, we will have to work on it."
“No!”
“Ok, so how often can I come to the set?”
“Whenever you want. If we are on location I want you to come with me if you’d like."
"Sounds like fun! Can you sit with me for a little while?"
"Yes, babe!"
Samantha is getting adjusted to living in Montreal. She has so much work to do she barely has time to grocery shop—which is something she doesn’t have to do but wants to do to feel just a little bit normal.
She notices that Jacob is more relaxed in Montreal, maybe because there is a lot less paparazzi. His appetite for sex has increased significantly, and she tries to accommodate him the best she can. She has to pay close attention to his schedule. She knows if he gets off work late, she doesn’t have to do anything at night, but before he leaves for work in the morning he will be expecting it. Sometimes Jacob will join her in the shower, or in the office against the wall, on the desk or bent over the desk.
She starts her day later on the days he has to be at work late so she is ready. She doesn’t want to not satisfy him and have someone else do it, so she just deals with it.
Samantha had a really busy week coming. She decides that she is going to tell him that she can’t give him sex, but can satisfy him in other ways. She visits the set while he is on lunch to surprise him. She enters his trailer.
"Hi baby!" says Samantha.
"Hey, what's up?" he asks. He gives her a kiss.
"Don’t be mad!”
“It’s hard not to be mad when you start out like that!"
"I notice that you are really relaxed here."
"Here in Montreal?"
She sits down on the bed.
"Yeah!
“It seems like your appetite for sex has increased since we’ve been here! I can’t keep up with your stamina because I’m pregnant. Normally I would be able to. I want to satisfy you; tha
t is why I'm here.”
He gets down on his knees in front of her. "I already know where your mind is going. I'm not going to fuck someone else! I told you a long time ago it’s not all about sex! If you can’t, it’s alright."
She starts to cry as she drops her head.
"Sorry, my hormones are terrible."
"Samantha, stop apologizing! We will be fine! I think it’s special how you want to please me."
"No!” She stops him from hugging her and dries her face with her hand. "I have a solution. I can give you oral sex!" She smiles awkwardly. "This went a whole different way in my head before I got here."
"Samantha, look at me. It’s not necessary!"
"My desire is there in my mind, but not my body," she says.
He laughs. "Baby, I know."
He sits next to her on the bed.
"I love you! Please believe me when I say I don’t just want you to have my children. It's because of your good looks!"
They both laugh and she hit his chest. She kisses him and she looks into his green eyes. She stops, then kisses him again.
"Ok, tomorrow we’ll work on it," she says, attacking him. She pushes him back on the bed undoing his pants. "Just shut up!" she says.
She is more turned on because he’s telling her she doesn’t have to have sex. Samantha straddles him, moving her panties to the side, putting his erection inside her. She moves up and down.
“Oh, it feels so good!” She moans.
“Shush!” he says, trying to put his hand over her mouth.
She moves his hand out the way. He put her on her ass, snatching off her panties and pushing her skirt up. He quickly removes his pants, boxers and shoes. He places one of her legs up on his shoulders. He moves in a circular motion, making her beg for more.
“Yes, fuck me, fuck me!”
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you!”
“Yes!” she screams while running her hands up her blouse rubbing her breast and licking her lips.
He knows just how to make them both cum together. He falls on the bed next to her, out of breath.
“If you want to not do it later tonight, just let me know. I should be home at 10.”
“Ok!” she says, smiling, with her finger in her mouth.
He kisses her neck.
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