Chapter 2
Samson chuckled. "Maybe you can introduce me to them sometime. I should get to know your friends, right?"
Introduce Mila to him? No way.
I took a sip of my orange juice and didn't respond.
But as I swallowed, someone crashed into me out of nowhere. A glass of wine splashed on Samson's suit.
A woman gasped, "Oh no! I'm so sorry. I was so clumsy!"
I knew that voice.
I looked up. It was Mila Owens.
"Oh no, the stain just won't come off," Mila exclaimed.
She quickly snatched some napkins and started wiping at his suit, bending over in her low-cut dress. If Samson glanced down, he'd get an eyeful.
I glanced at Samson.
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing knowingly, like he'd seen this trick a thousand times before.
With his looks and status, who knew how many women had tried this move on him already.
He pushed Mila aside as she kept fussing over his suit.
"No need to bother," he said.
Then he threw his arm around my shoulders, ready to leave, only to have Mila suddenly grab his hand.
He froze for a second, caught off guard. He looked down at Mila's hand clutching his.
"I'm really sorry. Let's exchange WhatsApp contacts. If there's any problem with the suit later, I'll pay for it," she said.
With that, she held out her phone.
Mila was asking for WhatsApp contact again. I frowned. This was Mila's classic opening move.
Once she made that first move, every guy I'd ever dated would end up completely under her spell.
"Sorry," Samson said. He brushed her hand aside, his eyes flashing with a bit of contempt. "I don't make a habit of adding other girls on WhatsApp."
Mila was stunned.
Out of my fifteen exes, even if some of them said no at first, one could never miss the way they looked at her. They just couldn't hide their attraction to her.
Every time, Mila would act like she was giving up because she knew those guys would go back and sneakily add her on WhatsApp later anyway.
Logan was the only one who held out for three months, but she still managed to reel him in.
But Samson? He turned her down flat, and there was nothing but contempt in his eyes.
He slung his arm around my shoulders and walked away with me, not even glancing back.
"Now that you've met my friends, how about meeting my folks next?" he said. "They can't wait to meet you."
I flashed a smile, raising my voice just enough for Mila to catch every word. "Sure, I'll come meet your parents sometime!"
I thought I'd finally found a boyfriend who wasn't swayed by looks.
But the moment I pushed open the door to Samson's house, I was totally floored when I saw him cutting fruit for Mila.
"Oh, you cut it way too big. My mouth is tiny. I can't fit this in." Mila pouted, refusing to take the watermelon Samson handed her.
When he saw me, Samson just set the watermelon on the plate in front of her and strode over to me.
"We've been working on a deal with the Owens family lately, so she sometimes stops by to hang out," he explained.
Mila took a tiny bite of watermelon, then shot us a look, her eyes all sultry.
I didn't say a word.
Samson let out a sigh, slung his arm around my shoulders, and turned to Mila, his voice indifferent.
"My girlfriend's here, so I won't be keeping you company. If you need anything, just ask Daisy," he said.
With that, he led me upstairs, and didn't care about Mila's annoyed look.
Once we were in the bedroom and the door was closed, he let out a long sigh.
"Noreen, I honestly had no idea she was the Owens family's daughter. The deal is really important, and my parents want me to treat her well. There's really nothing I can do," he said.
I sighed. "It's fine. You—"
Just then, his phone chimed with a WhatsApp notification.
Samson took out his phone, and as soon as I saw the screen, I recognized Mila's ID right away.
"You added her on WhatsApp?" I demanded.
I was in total disbelief.
Samson looked awkward. "Noreen, my parents were sitting right there when she asked. I couldn't say no."
I didn't say a word.
He immediately pulled up Mila's chat, set it to Do Not Disturb, then handed me his phone so I could see for myself.
"Don't worry, Noreen. Nothing's going to happen between me and her. Look, I've already blocked her," he said.
Seeing him, usually so composed, now flustered like a kid, I couldn't help but give a resigned smile.
"Alright," I said.
He still looked upset, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Don't worry, Noreen. You're the one I want to marry. Once we've met my parents and finalized the details, we'll get married right away," he promised.
But all I could think about was him cutting watermelon for Mila earlier.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling. Still, I wrapped my arms around him and softly replied, "Okay."
After that, Samson didn't really talk to Mila anymore.
Mila never had to deal with a guy like him before.
It only made her even more intrigued.
She even started showing up at our hangouts with Samson's friends, always trying to butt in.
Whenever we were with a group of friends, Samson would have his hand on my waist, looking totally bored.