Five: Prisoner
Maria was waiting with two travel mugs of coffee when Samantha emerged off the tour bus the next morning, looking like she hadn't slept a wink, which she hadn't. "Morning sunshine, we have to haul ass if we're going to make our respective classes on time." Her eyes took in Sam, smirking. "Wow sweetie… late night?"
"Shut up." She had kind of crept out of bed, and she had so taken the shirt he had given her to wear, it was like a giant dress on her anyway. "Thanks. So…" She sipped the coffee, watching as a cab pulled into the parking lot.
"I won't tell Paul if you don't tell John." Maria giggled when Sam shook on it. "Come on, let's get back to our normal, boring lives…" She sighed wistfully, glancing back at the hotel. "That was… fun."
"All of them?"
"Scratch it off my to-do list."
"Don't forget your purse, baby." Chris had followed her silently off the bus, wearing a sheet and not much else. The strap of the purse dangled from his fingers and when she came toward him to grab it, Chris wrapped his arm around her waist to passionately kiss her. "Rude to leave without saying goodbye, Samantha." This wasn't goodbye though. It was only the beginning. "See you around." He tapped her nose, winked and headed back on the bus to let her get on her way.
See you around, yeah sure. Samantha made it through her morning classes, knowing damn well she looked weird because there hadn't been time to change. She dragged Maria's brush through her hair and that was about it. By lunchtime, she scurried back to her dorm to change and brush her damn teeth. She wasn't surprised to find Paul standing there. "Hey, hold on." She let him in, high tailing it for her toothbrush.
"Hey." Paul stepped into her room, looking around and stopped her before she could make it to the bathroom. "You look uneasy, what's wrong?" He cupped her face in his hands, trying to kiss her and blinked when Samantha actually shoved him away. "What the hell, Sam?! You cancel date night on me and then shove me away when I'm simply trying to kiss you? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Teeth Paul, I have the most horrible breath." Sam disappeared into the bathroom, grabbing her toothbrush. Okay. She had to cool her jets. It just felt weird, him trying to kiss on her, when she had spent the night with a fucking famous person, having mind blowing sex. OhMyGawd. When she came out, she dropped down onto the edge of her bed, pulling off her boots and groaned. "Sorry. Maria and I got a room last night, the concert ended late. And by the time we made it back to campus, there was no time to change or do anything really."
She needed to change her clothes, where had she put her dress? Oh for fuck's sake it was on the tour bus. Well, Chris was welcome to it. It covered in his cum anyway. "You know why I cancelled date night, the concert, remember?" She did not feel guilty, Sam made a mental note to reassess some things in her life.
"Oh." Paul felt a little foolish snapping at her the way he did, but being denied kissing his girlfriend had never happened before. She was always eager to be affectionate with him, not realizing how she truly felt about the staleness of it all. He sat down on the bed next to her, placing his hand on her thigh and noticed the shirt she had on, raising a slow brow. "Nice shirt." Not really. He hated that band Fozzy with a passion and couldn't understand why his girlfriend wanted to go to it. Motorhead was more his deal. "Now can I kiss you?"
"Yep." She knew better than to start pushing him right away, but the next time sex rolled around, she was going to begin testing some boundaries. He had to be bored too, right? Or not. She swiped her tongue along his mouth and felt him pulling away, inwardly rolling her eyes.
"Fuck me, I'm so tired, hi Wonderbread." Maria smiled when Paul groaned at the nickname. "And I have to pee!"
Why was she trying to use tongue on him? Paul hated tongue use of any kind when it came to kissing and sex. Well, besides her mouth and tongue on his cock, he couldn't complain about that. However, going down on her with his tongue wasn't an appeasing thought and Paul had never done it with any woman he'd been with, and there had been a few when he had first started college while she finished her last year of high school. He was content with having regular sex, Samantha was the one who always initiated any time of foreplay, but he only let it last so long before turning to regular sex. He pulled back, stroking her cheek and rolled his eyes at Maria. "Then go piss before you piss yourself."
Sam wasn't about to change out of the t-shirt with him right there but she did need fresh underwear, hers had issues and were in dire need of washing. Gathering new drawers, leggings and a scrunchie, she began the process of changing clothes beneath the shirt, pretty sure Chris had left some handprint bruises on her butt. When Maria came out, she hid a smile.
"So, for Spring Break, I think we should crash some parties."
"So not happening." Sam shook her head, using the scrunchie to tighten the shirt at her waist.
"No can do, I'm going home for Spring Break and my lovely girlfriend is coming with me. Your parents are gonna be there too and it's already been arranged. Our plane tickets were sent yesterday, and we should be getting them today." Paul informed her, not bothering to ask because that's how things went between them. He told, didn't ask and she obeyed. Samantha truly was the best girlfriend in the world, Paul couldn't have asked for a better match and smiled at her. "We have a lot of banquets and parties to attend for our families during Spring Break."
"I'm not going with you for Spring Break, my parents should've known better." Sam said after a moment, staring at him incredulously. "Paul, I already signed up for the Spring Break talent show down at the beach." Which, she hadn't fully committed to because stage fright, but she had wanted to try. Maria was doing it as well.
"Uh yeah, she's singing, remember? And first prize is…. meeting some famous people and cash. Second is a gift certificate, and third was… I think free dinner somewhere."
"Yeah, that."
"A talent show…" Paul said it slowly, trying to wrap his mind around that and shook his head. "No, you're too good for those cheap things. You're coming home with me and your parents. They miss you, Samantha. That's very selfish of you. Meeting famous people, winning money, which you don't need and a gift certificate or a free meal, what the hell? That doesn't make sense to me. I'm calling your Mom and you're going to talk to her and tell her what you have planned since you don't want to spend Spring Break with them or me." He sounded hurt.
"You're joking, right? Have you ever heard her sing? She has a gorgeous voice. Hell, even the lead singer of Fozzy thought so, he heard her and jumped down just to get her to sing a few lines!" Paul was such an idiot.
"And on that note, I have another class. I'll see you guys later." Sam slipped into her sandals and scooped up her book bag, cheeks flushed.
"Maria, I wasn't talking to you, so butt out of our conversation. I don't care how much talent she has. We have family obligations to meet. Stay out of our business, if you know what's good for you." Paul was pissed, already planning on sabotaging her entrance into the talent show with the help of Samantha's mom, Marsha, who would not take kindly to Sam blowing them all off.
Needless to say, Samantha was less than pleased when she got a call from the talent show director informing her that her place had been given away due to 'pressing needs', knowing damn well this was Paul at work. Not that confronting him was going to do any good, he'd deny it. Groaning, she headed off-campus after her last class, needing some downtime and maybe a latte with a side of Xanax.
It wasn't Paul. It was Marsha's doing. There was no way Paul had that much power to take his girlfriend out of a talent show, but money talked. They both came from money. Both families were powerful, rich and could make a lot of things happen with a snap of their fingers. Their parents anyway. Paul couldn't wait to have that kind of power one day. It was one of the reasons why their families wanted them to get married, to unite two powerfully rich families and create a dynasty. Paul decided since they didn't have date night last night, they would have it tonight and showed up at Samantha's door later that night, dressed to the nines with flowers in hand.
"Pass me the white out, I messed up…"
Sam grabbed it with her freshly painted, bare toes, smirking as Maria squealed before dropping it in her friend's lap, hands busy with their Chinese takeout. "You really need to write out a first draft, you would have less issues. COME IN!" She shouted at the knock on the door. "Uh…"
"OH MY GOD, HE BROKE HIS ROUTINE. THE WORLD IS ENDING!"
Paul blinked at Maria, wondering why she had to shout that at the top of her lungs and shook his head. "Get dressed, our reservations in 45 minutes." He handed over the red roses, smiling softly and kissed her cheek, stepping into the room. "Come on hurry up, I'm hungry and we have a lot to talk about. And then, I'm taking you back to my place for some alone time." He wiggled his brows, brown eyes glittering at the thought of having sex with his woman.
Because he couldn't apparently see that they were already eating. Sighing, Samantha rolled off her bed and padded over to the closet to start rifling around. Reservations at the stupid high-scale restaurant he favored. She automatically pulled out his favorite dress: little, black. Basic. She was ready to go relatively soon, ignoring the look Maria was giving her. "All right, let's go."
"Don't you see we already have food here?" Maria refused to keep her mouth shut, folding her arms in front of her chest and eyeballed Samantha, who shook her head. "Sam, you don't have to do whatever he wants, when he wants and how he wants. Stay here, continue having girl time with me and tell him to go away. He's the reason you're not in the talent show!"
"No, I'm mother is." Paul corrected her, straightening his suit jacket and looked down at his girlfriend. "You call that crappy shit a meal? Tell her to shut up and let's get going, Samantha."
"Paul, quit being a dick." Samantha said flatly, frowning at him as she slung her purse over her shoulder, ignoring the look he gave her. "Maria, I'm sure I won't be gone long." Which was her way of telling her boyfriend he wasn't getting his boring rocks off tonight.
"Fine. I'm calling John. You go be a prisoner."
"Not on my bed this time!" Samantha shrieked, laughing as she stepped out into the hallway and sighed at the look on Paul's face. "Why don't we skip dinner and go for a walk or something?"
"No, I have reservations for us and, unlike you, I haven't eaten yet. I was hoping to share a nice dinner with my girlfriend and then spend the night with you. We didn't have date night last night and I missed you." He actually missed out on the sex more than her, but that was something Samantha didn't need to know. "Since when do you question me or suggest something else? You've never had a problem with going to that restaurant or wanted changes until now. What gives?"
"It was just a suggestion, Paul." She said quietly, flashing him a smile though it didn't reach her eyes. Jesus, she was so screwed. This was going to be her life if something didn't change. Boring as Hell sex where she had to fake orgasms and him. She lapsed into silence once they were in his car, letting him control the conversation and discuss whatever he wanted to talk about. Probably business. She didn't really care. She just made sure to make the appropriate 'yes' sounds when needed.
"So, about Spring Break, I was thinking we could stay at my parents' guest house out by the pool. See what it's like to live together, test the waters, you know." Paul had ordered them both water once inside and seated, not drinking anything else because it wasn't good for his body. He had a great physique and had to work to keep it that way. The fact Samantha enjoyed fatty foods did not set well with him, so he made sure she didn't order anything fattening while with him. When they were married, her eating habits would change completely and she would be just as fit as him.
"Paul, there's still another year or so before we even have to worry about that." She didn't even have a ring, it was just assumed. Maria's word from earlier flashed through her mind: Prisoner.