Chapter 19: Chapter 19

nineteen: A shitty revenge body

Mr DiCaprio

It been a week since I last Samantha. As much as my heart breaks from the distance I forced on us my ego was deflated. I was living in another one of my mansion far away from her.

I have not been to work since what happened.

You mean since your ego was punched. Shut up.

I have been in the gym working out day and night. Walking my ass out to have a perfect body .I even hired a personal trainer. Yes I took it too far.

My life felt shitty without her but I had to look good not just for her but also myself.

At least that what I have been telling myself.

All my best friends were  surprise to see me join them at the gym. Especially after my last conversation with Michael,how I  Insulted him saying women preferred money to six-pack...let just say I got my ears full with his annoying voice.

Now I am back to take my revenge on her. From the looks I get from the ladies right now I Know I looked more than good. I already have a face of a Greek god ,am stupidly rich now with my new hot six packs am unstoppable.

I turned to my left looking a group of girls who sat openly drooling at me without shame making wink my left eyes  at them as they giggle in response

Sorry ladies am taken.

I put on my shirt back on after my training. Carrying my back I walked to my Ferrari and drove off to my hom- house where Samantha lives.

All these while I have been training, Samantha had been in charge since she is my secretary and Personal assistant.

I entered the house after  parking my car in my large garage where the rest of my fancy cars were. My revenge was simple make her beg for me on her knees.

I started up my plan in the kitchen by cooking shirtless. I read a book called what girls love a man doing. It's said girls love guys who can cook especially when the guy does it shirtless. With my new six packs I was going to make her speechless. Literally.

The sound of the door brought me out of my thoughts.

She was here. I got into action cooking my favorite spaghetti dish.

I heard the sound of heels clicking and walking towards the kitchen.

"Mr DiCaprio is that you" Samantha said in a soft voice as she entered the kitchen dressed in a formal suit.

My cute loud mouth assistant.shes hot.

" I'm sorry for what-" she wasn't able to complete her sentence as her mouth hung open in the air for flies to enter and eyes wide open. Told you I make her speechless. My deflated ego from zero skyrocketed to a hundred.

"Holy cow! What happened to you...you look delicious. No edible-" she rambled cutely.

" I can get you arrested you know-" I said to her with a smirk on my face.

" Why-for what?"

" For eye raping me"I said still smirking at her making her scoff in response. I took the spoon I was using to stir my sauce to taste it making sure sure red hot sauce stain on my lips.

I looked Samantha whose blue eyes were trained on my lips and licked it slowly then dropped the spoon back to the pot and brought down the sauce. Delicious.

" I am not eye raping you ,ok I did but it not my fault,it yours for looking so hot suddenly and not putting on a shrit." She rambled cutely  after regaining herself from my seduction.

This was better than I thought.

I take on my shirt from the isle to wear well aware of Samantha heated glares.

"Umm what are you doing?"

"Duh..am wearing back my shirt since I making you so uncomfortable."

" No don't-i mean yes that a good idea so that nothing disastures happens." I raised my eyebrows at her in question.

" Why would any disaster happen if I don't put on my shirt." I asked her  flinging my shirt across the room coming closer to her.

"Because disaster happens." She said in a nervous while talking five steps backwards as I took one long stride forward. she has short legs.

I cage her between the wall ,my hands rested on her waist. Her breathing became quick and fast ,she bit her lips then close her eyes antispating for a kiss.

Is she dumb or what. I wasn't going to kiss her . Infact I wanted to take this relationship as slow as possible,make her fall in love with me..not that I'm inlove with her or anything then get married.it was quite simple but first she has to beg for it on her knees,I repeat on her knees.

during my seperation from her my mother called telling me she has already planned an arrange marriage for me to Samantha sister. Yes I did an investigation and found out the girl she wants me to marry is Samanthas step sister who is a bitch .what a small world but I don't believe in conisedence. If I had to choose between Samantha and a sister as a wife in a heartbeat I would choose my Sammy. Her stepsister is not even an option.

I flicked her forehead making her yelp in pain opening back her eyes.

"Stop daydreaming. I need you to resume work tomorrow as only my  secretary and personal assistant .our deal is off . I don't want you as my lover anymore." I said removing my body from her . I walking  out of the kitchen wanting to be as far away from her and her delicious vanilla smell  but I was cut short by her speaking.

" Why?what did I do wrong. Is it because of what I said." She screamed. I couldn't see her face since my back was facing her.

For someone who was forced to be my lover in the initial stage she sure sounds sad now. Does she returns my feeling too?.

"Because I said so. You can still live here if that what you are worried about." I walked out of the kitchen to my room locking the door.

I sat on my huge bed running my hands through my hair. What was she doing to me. First she makes me hit the gym and now she makes me want to kiss and marry her.

Oh I forget about my food.

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"Mr DiCaprio" Samantha called me in a sweet voice  lightly shaking me. I didn't realize when I fell asleep.

"Yes..what is it" I said in annoyance from been interrupted from my beautiful dream. We were about getting married ,she and her.

"I'm here to apologise." I sat on my bed look at her as she boldly climb on the bed to seat beside me.

"For what." I ask playing dumb.

" For you.. know what I said to you last week when we were about to make..you know." All the boldness she had seems to have disappear since she couldn't look me in the eyes.

"When we were about to make what." I questioned enjoying her discomfort a little.

" Don't make me say it ...you know what am trying to say."

"No I don't." I pretty sure do. Is it so hard for her to say when we are about to make love.

"What am just trying to say is am sorry ."

"I forgive you " I said grabbing her hands and joining it together with mine "but first go on a date with me... let's get to know each other better..what do you say Sammy."

" Yes. "