Over the next few months Seth's schedule got a little more demanding, which was expected. It left Samantha feeling a bit underwhelmed though. When she moved to Davenport, she wasn't able to find a job as quickly as she hoped. Seth didn't mind it though. He made enough money that she was able to stay there and they didn't have to worry about it. And he kind of liked that there was someone at the house helping him do all of the chores that he normally had to do on his days off taking up all of his free time. With her at home to help out with the laundry and house cleaning so that when he had his two days a week off he was actually able to enjoy them with her and do things.

At first it was great for both of them, she didn't mind helping out and doing things. But over time it got more difficult. She didn't have a car because she shared with her sister back home. And Seth didn't really like anyone else driving his car. He had the keys with him on his key ring. So she either had to walk. Thankfully every Tuesday she was able to go to the food store with their next door neighbor so she had a ride and a place to store the groceries, but she hated having to reply on someone else for that and make it their problem. She also had to work on budgeting. Since she wasn't making much of an income, she was put onto Seth's checking account so whenever she went shopping she'd use his money. She wanted to make sure she wasn't spending too much. Over time, the only person she really had to talk to was the next door neighbor Megan. When she was home they would get together in one of their backyards and talk or something like that, but Megan also had her own job and life to live. It just got to be over time that it wasn't her helping him out as much as she was just expected to do it. Whatever he told her to do while he was gone she was to do with no questions, no refusing, and have it done by correctly by the time he got home. That wasn't what she signed up for when she agreed on moving in.

There were times she wanted to talk with her sister about how she felt, but it seemed like every time she tried bringing up her living situation, her sister would gush about how lucky she was that she didn't have to get up and go to work and had Seth Rollins coming home to her. She knew her sister wasn't doing it on purpose, but after she felt so positive about everything, Samantha didn't want to say something that would upset her. And she was too scared to talk to Megan about it because she didn't want Megan to say something to Seth. It was hard, but she realized if she wanted things to change, she had to have a talk with him and let him know how she was feeling. So she spent the next few days going over what she would say in her head so she could talk with him when he came home.

"Seth, we need to talk/" Samantha said as they sat on the couch after dinner.

"What's up?" He asked.

"I'm not happy." She said a little more bluntly than she had planned.

"What do you mean you're not happy?" He asked confused and a little upset.

"I'm not happy with how things are." She admitted.

"What's there not to be happy about? We go out to dinner, I give you money to get your nails done, make sure you have nice clothes, you don't have to deal with the stress of going to a job everyday. What more do you want from me?"

"First of all, I never asked for any of that. And that's not what it is, it's everything you expect from me."

"What?" He said with an aggravated chuckle. "For you to do a few loads of laundry and do the food shopping and vacuum while I'm away? It's really the least you could do since you're here all day while I'm the one actually working."

"Did you ever think maybe I wanted to work?" She argued back. "I have no problem helping out around the house Seth but it's not every woman's dream to be a homemaker anymore."

"You're fucking kidding me right?" He asked chuckling again.

She just tilted her head in disbelief of how this conversation was actually going. "No. I'm not. And while we're on it, all of the other things that you "allow me to do" I do them because of you. I don't need fancy clothes, I really don't care about getting my nails done all the time, I do it because you seem to think it's important. Honestly if it were up to me, I'd rather you take the money you spend on that stuff and replace my phone you broke so I could have some kind of contact with the outside world!" Samantha explained getting out all of the frustration that had been building up.

He sat there for a minute, as if he was thinking about everything she had said. She was hoping that maybe she was finally getting through to him. Then he finally spoke. "You really are an ungrateful bitch, you know that?"

"Excuse me?"

"I take care of you, give you the life any woman would kill to have, and you have the nerve to tell me you're not happy with any of it and then ask me for money."

"I never asked you for a damn thing Seth. The only thing I said was if you wanted to put your money somewhere I'd be happier with you replacing something of mine that you broke. But I never asked you for anything since we've met."

She could see the rage building up in his eyes as he stared at her. He stood up off of the couch, both his fists and his jaw clenched tightly. He walked in front of her and just stared down at her.

"If that's how you feel, then get your shit, and get out." He said in a deep voice, then walked out of the room.

"Seth, wait. That's not what I want." She said following him.

"Obviously it is. You want a job. You want to be with other 'd rather be on social media instead of talking with me. So go."

"Seth, that's not what I said."

"Isn't it?" He asked as he turned and walked close to her catching her off guard. He started taking steps towards her, but whenever he took one forward she took one back until she was backed up against a wall by their front door.

"So you're trying to backtrack now and tell me you didn't just call me selfish and demanding?"

"I, I didn't." She stuttered as she was trapped between his muscular frame and the wall.

"Not in those exact words."

"I just wanted to talk to you about how I was feeling, and see if there was anything we could change. I didn't mean to upset you." She stammered.

She could barely look at him as he stood in front her her staring her down. Even though he wasn't moving, the look in his eye and the tone of his voice was enough to make her flinch. She didn't want to fight, she just wanted to talk things out. Maybe see about her getting her own job, and then getting her own car. Making them more partners in life and she could do the things she had dreamed of. She really did have strong feelings for him and she wanted them to adjust and move their lives forward together, not break up.

"You're lucky I haven't already grabbed you and thrown your ass out on the lawn." He growled. "So are you going to leave or do I have to drag you out?"

"I don't want to leave." She almost whispered looking down.

Even though she was scared at the moment, it was pouring rain outside, late, and she had nowhere to go and barely any money to get anywhere. She was just hoping that she could make him see this was a misunderstanding and they could fix it.

"What makes you think I should let you stay here?"

"Because I want to and don't want to leave you." She choked out, both with sadness and fear in her voice.

"Because I'm a nice guy, I'll let you stay the night. But only to try and earn my forgiveness. If you don't, you and your shit will be thrown into the yard in the morning. Got it?"

She quietly nodded at him. She honestly didn't have any idea what he had in mind, The way he smiled down at her was something she had never seen before. She couldn't pinpoint what it was about it, but something about it made her stomach turn.