me why we are on a yacht and not sailing anywhere.”
Zack smiled at Emma’s observations.
“Well, I wasn’t sure how comfortable you would be sailing with someone you just met. So I wanted you to feel at ease knowing that you can leave the ship whenever you’d like.”
“Wow, I’m elated that you would think like that. It means a lot. And I am very comfortable with you Zack. So far, so good.”
“Perfect. I’m glad the feeling is mutual. Now, let’s talk about those points you were referring to. What do they get me?”
Emma finished chewing her food and had a sip of her champagne. “They get you that kiss you should be looking forward to.” Emma giggled and winked at Zack.
“Cheers to that” Zack raised his glass and clinked it together with Emma’s.
They both laughed.
Chapter Nineteen
“Samantha! You got my order wrong! Go back and tell them that they gave me the wrong bread. I asked for rye! Not wheat!” Hank all but growled into the phone and hung up.
Samantha inhaled and exhaled slowly as she put her head on the steering wheel as she drove up to Kevin’s driveway and parked next to his Benz. She remembered how Hank had treated her earlier at work. She didn’t understand why she was being treated like a slave. What could she have done that made her a target for all of his anger? It wasn’t fair. She got out of the car and unlocked the front door of the condo.
Closing the door behind her, Samantha removed her shoes and blazer. She placed her blazer and went to go look for something in the kitchen to eat. When she saw the bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the counter she took a cup out of the cupboard and poured out a good amount to help calm her nerves. Taking a huge couple of gulps, she allowed the warm liquid to numb her feelings a little bit as she winced at the intensity of the taste.
She put the cup in the dishwasher and checked to see if there was anything in the refrigerator to eat. There was the leftover penne al vodka she had bought a couple of nights ago. She shrugged as her stomach growled. For some reason, she had no desire to eat despite the feelings of hunger that resided in her stomach. She placed the container into the microwave and poured herself a glass of wine.
With the way this job was going, she just might become an alcoholic by the time Emma got back from her vacation. How is it that she took Emma’s man yet she was more miserable than Emma was right now? How the hell does that happen? Samantha shook her head and took a sip of the dry wine. Setting the table for herself, she waited until the food was done warming up and took it out of the microwave.
Samantha sat down and began to eat. The food tasted good, but she felt nauseous. Something about this whole situation felt so wrong. At one point she truly did believe that it would be good to get payback on Emma. But something just wasn’t right. Samantha had always been ruthless but this was one thing she struggled with and that bothered her the most. Was she ever going to tell Emma the truth about who she really is?
Samantha picked at her food but swallowed the pieces she put in her mouth. At a point she truly did believe she did love Kevin. She had once believed that it was more than revenge, but now she realized it made her feel worse. She didn’t love Kevin, because if she did she wouldn’t feel as crappy as she felt now. Eventually the truth would come out about where she knew Emma from and why she took the job with her as an assistant even though she was much more qualified to do many other prestigious jobs.
How was she going to tell Emma? Could she ever tell Emma? Would she ever tell Emma? Hell no. That wasn’t an option at the moment. She had to suck it up and start being as callous as she was before this feeling of pity came about. Even after everything that had happened to Emma, she still had a smile on her face. How was that possible? Emma hadn’t changed, but she’d vowed that she would ruin Emma’s
Zack smiled at Emma’s observations.
“Well, I wasn’t sure how comfortable you would be sailing with someone you just met. So I wanted you to feel at ease knowing that you can leave the ship whenever you’d like.”
“Wow, I’m elated that you would think like that. It means a lot. And I am very comfortable with you Zack. So far, so good.”
“Perfect. I’m glad the feeling is mutual. Now, let’s talk about those points you were referring to. What do they get me?”
Emma finished chewing her food and had a sip of her champagne. “They get you that kiss you should be looking forward to.” Emma giggled and winked at Zack.
“Cheers to that” Zack raised his glass and clinked it together with Emma’s.
They both laughed.
Chapter Nineteen
“Samantha! You got my order wrong! Go back and tell them that they gave me the wrong bread. I asked for rye! Not wheat!” Hank all but growled into the phone and hung up.
Samantha inhaled and exhaled slowly as she put her head on the steering wheel as she drove up to Kevin’s driveway and parked next to his Benz. She remembered how Hank had treated her earlier at work. She didn’t understand why she was being treated like a slave. What could she have done that made her a target for all of his anger? It wasn’t fair. She got out of the car and unlocked the front door of the condo.
Closing the door behind her, Samantha removed her shoes and blazer. She placed her blazer and went to go look for something in the kitchen to eat. When she saw the bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the counter she took a cup out of the cupboard and poured out a good amount to help calm her nerves. Taking a huge couple of gulps, she allowed the warm liquid to numb her feelings a little bit as she winced at the intensity of the taste.
She put the cup in the dishwasher and checked to see if there was anything in the refrigerator to eat. There was the leftover penne al vodka she had bought a couple of nights ago. She shrugged as her stomach growled. For some reason, she had no desire to eat despite the feelings of hunger that resided in her stomach. She placed the container into the microwave and poured herself a glass of wine.
With the way this job was going, she just might become an alcoholic by the time Emma got back from her vacation. How is it that she took Emma’s man yet she was more miserable than Emma was right now? How the hell does that happen? Samantha shook her head and took a sip of the dry wine. Setting the table for herself, she waited until the food was done warming up and took it out of the microwave.
Samantha sat down and began to eat. The food tasted good, but she felt nauseous. Something about this whole situation felt so wrong. At one point she truly did believe that it would be good to get payback on Emma. But something just wasn’t right. Samantha had always been ruthless but this was one thing she struggled with and that bothered her the most. Was she ever going to tell Emma the truth about who she really is?
Samantha picked at her food but swallowed the pieces she put in her mouth. At a point she truly did believe she did love Kevin. She had once believed that it was more than revenge, but now she realized it made her feel worse. She didn’t love Kevin, because if she did she wouldn’t feel as crappy as she felt now. Eventually the truth would come out about where she knew Emma from and why she took the job with her as an assistant even though she was much more qualified to do many other prestigious jobs.
How was she going to tell Emma? Could she ever tell Emma? Would she ever tell Emma? Hell no. That wasn’t an option at the moment. She had to suck it up and start being as callous as she was before this feeling of pity came about. Even after everything that had happened to Emma, she still had a smile on her face. How was that possible? Emma hadn’t changed, but she’d vowed that she would ruin Emma’s
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