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Author's Note: As you can guess, the cover photo should represent Malik. Let me know what you think of him. FYI sorry for the blurry photo.
Funny fact! The book is partly based on my life, only I don't have a Malik in it hahaha. Coincidentally, I am also the only one with a Dutch name while the rest of my siblings have Arabic or Surinamese names. Anyway, back to the story!
He bends his head closer to Samantha's and looks at her lips. Samantha starts to breathe heavily, and words are stuck in her mouth. Malik brings his other hand to Samantha's face, he sees that there is a lock of hair in front of her face and puts it behind her ear. Samantha finds her voice again and reluctantly says "I have to go home."
Malik POV
Malik looks at her in surprise. What's wrong with this girl, I've already tried to kiss her twice and twice she denies my. While I'm sure she wants it. Or does she not want me? Maybe I'm seeing this completely wrong. Why else would she deny my? She also gives me mixed signals. One minute she's swearing, threatening and hitting me and the next she keeps holding my hand and checking me out. One thing I do know is that I want her here and now, but I can't force her. I am many things but not a rapist.
Samantha POV
Samantha wonders what Malik is thinking. It was probably a blow to his ego that I didn't want to kiss him'. Good for him! She already reported a minute ago that she has to go home but this guy has gone to dreamland. "Malik?" He doesn't respond, "earth to Malik," Samantha says, waving her hands in front of his face. "Yes, yes what is it?" he says. ''What is it? I have to go home. There it is." Samantha crosses her arms. What is it? What does he think is there? I have to go home before I do things I'm going to regret. Malik is visibly thinking about something, she just doesn't know what he's thinking. "What are you thinking?" Malik begins to check Samantha's body and licks his lips. Damm, he looks hot now. Hey Samantha he checks you out like you are a piece of meat at the market. Samantha comes to her senses and switches to most familiar feeling irritation. "Hey eyes here!" she says pointing her finger at her face. Really, I don't know what's wrong with it. Why is he looking at me like that? There's nothing to see, I'm not exactly pretty. I consider myself far away from pretty. "What neighborhood do you live in?" Malik asks out of the blue. "Lunettes," Samantha replies quickly. ''We should actually get you crutches'' Malik says thinking. "No need..." Malik interrupts. "Well, you do need it!" he says irritated. "Calm down tiger. I wanted to say that I don't need crutches because I have them at home'' says Samantha with a laugh. Tiger huh? I'd rather you call me tiger than jerk and bastard." "Then you shouldn't act like one." "Believe me I'm more of a tiger," Malik says smiling as he looks at Samantha from above again to toe. 'Rather a koala. Can we go?" Samantha says impatiently. "Get your cat and then we go." Samantha sees that Katske next to her light and picks him up. Samantha leans on the couch with one arm and tries to get up. Malik sees what she is planning and before she can get up, he lifts her up. Gosh can he stop lifting me! "I could get up." "Can you just say thank you for once?" Malik walks towards the garage. Once in the garage, Samantha looks admiringly at the cars that are there. Samantha loves cars ''your father has a nice collection of cars''. ''he likes to collect old-timers, personally that's not my taste.'' ''I'm not a fan of them myself, but it's always nice to see them.'' They continue through the garage and Samantha sees more cars but now modern sports cars ''How many cars does he have?'' Samantha says surprised. "Like I said he likes to collect but he doesn't drive those old bins but mostly this kind." "Where's yours?" Samantha asks. "Which one do you think?" Samantha looks around and sees a dark blue Mercedes AMG, white Rolls-Royce, orange Jaguar, black Land Rover and a red Porsche. In the distance she sees another car, an Audi R8 Spider, a full black edition. It is Samantha's dream car, it has always been her wish to own an Audi R8. "I hope it's the Audi R8 Spider V10," she says with a big smile on her face. ''Well guessed and I see you have knowledge of cars'' ''A little bit but this is my dream car, it's the only car I know a lot about''. ''I expected you to like the Porsche,'' Malik says with raised eyebrows. Sure, he thinks every girl likes a Porsche, girls who have no taste. ''Pfffff, a Porsche is a car for someone who wants to show his money, just like people with a red Ferrari. I like the classy/sporty cars more." Malik agrees with her. He opens the door of the car and puts Samantha and Katske in the passenger seat.
Malik POV
Malik puts Samantha in the passenger seat and closes the door. I'd rather have her in my arms longer regardless of the weight. She may be annoying, but she has her nice sides. Just look at how much she knows about cars. Most chicks have 0% knowledge of cars, Samantha does. Samantha is so different from those whores, the first thing they do when they see my car is jump on me. No, Samantha compliments your car and if you act tough, she'll slap you. Most men couldn't handle a woman like Samantha, but I can. If it were up to me, I would have put her on the hood a long time ago and..... No Malik don't think like that, you don't want Samantha to see you all hot and bothered. Grab yourself by one man, Malik tells himself. Malik runs a hand through his hair before getting into the car. Once in the car, he doesn't give Samantha a look. If I don't look at her, it will be fine, he thinks. Malik starts the car and drives out of the garage.
Samantha POV
Malik is silent and angrily looks straight ahead. What have I done wrong again? He's probably tired of me, understandably I've been a bitch to him. Where does that come from? No Samantha he's just a jerk, you have every right to be a bitch to him. He did help me. Samantha feels guilty rather than angry with him. He helped me, he called a doctor because I didn't want to go to the hospital. Samantha sighs loudly, realizing she may have gone too far. "Thank you." She says softly. "What?" Malik turns slightly in his chair to face Samantha. Samantha looks at him. "Thank you for helping me, not leaving me and letting Rayan come. Malik looks at Samantha with a disarmed smile. ''no problem, apart enough I'm glad I helped you''. ''Why? I've been a bitch to you this whole time. I yelled at you, I called you names and to top it off I punched you in the face." Samantha is confused by what Malik is saying. "You weren't a bitch all the time and I said you could hit me," Malik says with a laugh. "You're different from other girls." ''hahaha let me guess, the girls you know are gold diggers. At the intersection you have to turn right." "Something like that. What do you fall under then?" he asks with raised eyebrows. "The kind who don't want to be dependent on a man. The kind of girl or no lady who makes her own money and doesn't have to spread her legs for it. Left at the traffic light''
General
Malik looks at her questioningly, he only knows the kind of girls who do what he wants. "I take it you would never be an obedient and submissive woman?" "Ha over my corpse. I'm not the kind of woman who's going to clean the house and bake cookies. I'm the one who wants to work and bring money to the table and vice versa'' says Samantha passionately. She would never become a housewife, she likes to work and not to clean. Samantha's passion from an early age was that she would have her own business one day. Samantha wonders what Malik's view is. 'End of the street on the left. And you? Do you think a woman should be obedient and do the housework?" Malik never really thought about it. "Mmmm, I don't know. A woman who continuously obeys seems boring to me, but personally I also like a submissive woman.'' ''Don't surprise me either,'' says Samantha. "Why don't you be surprised?" "You are dominant, domineering love submissive women." Samantha says sheepishly. "Some like a challenge," Malik says as he licks his lip and stares at Samantha. Samantha bites her lip, she gets nervous when he looks at her like that. ''we are there it's the house on the left on the corner. Malik parks the car at the nearest parking lot that belongs to her house. Malik gets out and walks towards Samantha's side. He opens the door and lifts Samantha out of the car while holding Katske. He lifts her towards the door and sets her down. Samantha gives Malik Katske so she can open the door. When the door is open, she hops inside. ''what are you doing? Soon you will fall over'' Malik says worried. "Don't worry I've got plenty of things here to hold on to." Malik stands outside the door, Katske in hand. "Will you come in or will you stay there forever?" Malik looks at the house it looks small from the outside. He takes a step inside and closes the door. He follows Samantha down the small hallway that leads to the living room. The house looks completely different inside. It is more modern and sleeker than the outside Malik thinks. Samantha takes a seat on the lounge area of the black leather corner sofa. Malik puts Katske down and takes a seat next to her. "So, this is where you live?" Malik asks. "Yeah, it's not as fancy as your father's villa, but it's home." "You live here with your parents and your brother?" my brother and his girlfriend'' Malik thinks it's weird. Why does she live with her brother and not with her parents? As if Samantha can read his mind, she answers the question that plays in his head. ''I can't get along with my father and my mother doesn't want to'' Samantha doesn't finish her sentence, she looks at the ground. Malik sees it's a touchy subject, he lifts her chin 'hey, they don't know what they're missing. It is their loss and their loss alone." Samantha finds comfort in Malik's tenderness. She begins to feel that someone is finally seeing her. The real Samantha and not the mask she's always put on.
So that's it for now peops, I hope you enjoyed this chapter because my fingers are dying from typing hahaha. I hope it's worth it.
xoxo Sarah
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