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David,” she said, pushing him away. “Please take your hands off me.”
    â€œPlease don’t push me away, Samantha. I can’t live without you. I’ll do anything for you. You know that, don’t you?”
    The images of Samantha flashed on the television monitors as the two spoke. David tried again to reduce the distance between them.
    â€œPlease, Samantha,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. “Make love to me again. I love you.”
    Samantha could feel his hardening passion pressing against her stomach. She pushed him away again. “I don’t love you, David,” she said sharply. “I don’t need you, and I don’t want you in my life. Do you understand? Now, please leave my office, or I will have security escort you off the property.”
    David stumbled backward. “You don’t mean that,” was his wounded response. “I killed a man for you. Wasn’t that enough to prove to you how much I love you?”
    Samantha looked immediately to the telephone on her desk to make sure the red intercom light was not glowing.
    She returned her cold gaze to his pleading face. “You didn’t kill anyone for me. You killed that boy to save your own life.”
    â€œI killed him because you said he had a gun. I killed him because you told me to.”
    â€œYou’re insane. Go back to your wife and forget about us.”
    David began to tremble. Suddenly his legs felt as if they would not support his weight. “I don’t think the police will see it the same as you,” he managed to sputter.
    Samantha froze. “The police? Don’t be a fool, David,” she barked. “You’ll go to jail if you go to the police.”
    â€œI don’t care!” he shouted. “What difference will it make if I don’t have you?”
    â€œDavid, you have Scarlett. She loves you. And the little girl. What would she do without you?”
    â€œFuck you, Samantha! The ‘little girl’ is more yours than mine. She’s your husband’s bastard child.”
    â€œCalm down, David. Someone might hear you.”
    â€œI don’t care who hears me!” he screamed, with his hands flailing at his sides. “As a matter of fact, I want everyone to know how you used me. How you’ve ruined my life.”
    Samantha did not respond. Instead, she turned to the window to calculate her next move.
    When she turned back to David, her expression had transformed to the calm, cool veneer of a woman on a mission.
    â€œDavid, I can make you a very rich man,” she finally said, looking him in the eye. “How much will it take for you to forget any of this ever happened?”
    David became enraged. “You bitch. Is that what you think this is about?” he said. “I don’t want your fucking money, Samantha. Don’t you understand I only want you?”
    A thousand scenes flashed in her mind as he spoke. Front page headline: PASTOR SAMANTHA CLEAVELAND ARRESTED FOR MURDER . This just in: “Samantha Cleaveland implicated in the assassination of her husband, Pastor Hezekiah Cleaveland,” and emblazoned in bold yellow print on the front cover of the Enquirer: REVEREND SAMANTHA CLEAVELAND AT THE CENTER OF DEADLY LOVE TRIANGLE .
    Samantha quickly wiped the images from her mind, moved to him, and cupped his quivering cheeks in her hands. He could feel the warmth of her breath as she neared. His pulse quickened when she touched his face.
    â€œDavid, your life is not ruined.”
    â€œIt is if I can’t have you,” his lips said and his eyes pleaded. “I need you, Samantha. I don’t want to live without you.”
    â€œI didn’t know I meant that much to you, David,” she whispered.
    â€œWhy did you say those things to me?” he purred as she moved her lips closer to his. “Can’t you see how much I love you? I’ll do anything for you. I’d kill a thousand more men