bad. "I guess you’re here for your things," he says. "Yes, I will be out of your way in just a moment," she says in a small voice. He pours himself another drink and walks up behind her. "I don’t understand how you could do this to me," he says slurring his words. He places one hand on her back while she stands there. Tears fill his eyes as he steps back. Before she can turn around he throws the whiskey filled glass at the wall. She flinches as her heart races from what he might do to her. "Get your shit and get the fuck out!" he yells. He returns to sit in the chair and cries. She goes over to him, bends down on her knees, then wipes and kisses his face. She gets up to pack her things. He gets up from the chair and enters the bedroom. Samantha becomes afraid.
"Please don't hit me!” she says. “I'm leaving.” "I would never hit you," he whispers as he walks up behind her again. This time he unzips her dress. The tears pour down her face. Her dress falls to the floor. She wipes her face. She turns around and kisses him. She looks into his green eyes only to see nothing in them. She knows she lost him for good. It seems her worst fear has come true. He’s going to use her for sex and she’s not sure she is strong enough to say no. There are no words. He picks her up and throws her on the bed. He takes her shoes and her panties off. He kisses her hard on the lips almost violently. He is so angry with her. He takes off most of his clothes leaving on his shirt. She takes the rough sex because she loves him. She knows this is the only way she can be with him. He turns her over onto her stomach, removing her corset. He pulls her hair and pushes her head into the bed as he enters her from behind, thrusting hard into her again and again. "Jacob! Jacob you're hurting me!" she screams. He let her go. He thrust slower as Samantha slams back against him; meeting his rhythm until they cum together. He leans up against the headboard still looking at her with the blank stare. She sits on his lap. “Jacob if you can't look at me I'm leaving.” He looks at her and grabs her face kissing her. He sucks on her neck as she places his erection inside her. He breathes hard into her neck. "You like it don't you?" she asks. “You don't know how to let me go.” She strategically moves around and around and up and down until he murmurs, "Shit you feel- so- good. Damn it Samantha. What have you done to me?" he yells while she looks him in the eyes. They breathe heavily as they violently kiss until Jacob cums inside of her again.
"I still hate you for what you've done. I just don't know if I can completely let you go," he says. He lay down pulling her close to him. They fall asleep. She never wants to let him go but she knows if she doesn’t leave he will put her out. She leaves at 5 a.m. to go to Nicki's room. He opens his eyes when he sees her leave. When she gets to Nicki’s room she takes a shower. She sits on the shower floor letting the water fall on her. Her face is red from continuously crying. She sits there for what seems like an hour. Later the next day, Jacob looks up Samantha Posey. He sees that she is no slouch. She is one of best for planning Holiday Galas. Because The Gala was in Jacob's hometown, a lot of family, friends, and business partners came out to contribute as well as those from out of state. If anyone couldn't make it, they donated through the hotline. They already made headlines in the newspaper for the biggest Gala in history to raise $35 million for a foundation in one night. There is a picture of them in the newspaper from the Gala. Samantha goes back to her home in Atlanta. She is so exhausted from the trip she falls asleep wishing she hadn't lied. Christmas comes and goes but Jacob doesn’t spend it with Samantha. He comes over to her apartment the day after drunk. He is still pissed, telling her neighbors as they walk by that Samantha is his lying girlfriend.