Wife By Benefits ✔️

Chapter Seven





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THE DOOR bell ringing at the front door, straightened Nathaniel's spine as he pivot from the chair he sat on, gazing at the window he noticed a blue 1998 Volkswagen at the driveway—far different from his BMW.

Volkswagen? Who uses such old car?

His brow quirk at the sight of the poor looking car. It was very disturbing to imagine Samantha sitting in such vehicle, the possibility of the car accident rate—almost made Nathaniel run down the stairs to prevent her from going anywhere.

The urge to knock some senses into his head filled Nathaniel's mind. He could stop the irritation he felt at the thought of someone wanting to take her out for a date.

Nathaniel had no answer for such feeling—except a brotherly feelings. The urge to protect her and give the unseen man a lecture heightened that he found himself pushing open his office door, striding down the staircase.

His heart clench at the sight of Samantha pulling open the front door to welcome in a red haired man with round big glasses—almost covering his whole face, with his oversized shirt and trouser.

A staid man this Brandon was, certainly not Samantha's type. He duly noted.

But what was her type?

Nathaniel begin finding himself noting it all down. With someone like Samantha she deserves a strong healthy man who'd stand up for her in any course of danger, a man who'd love and cherish her, a man good enough for her, a man who'd kiss her every morning telling her how lovely and beautiful she's every day. A man like hi..

Nathaniel senses froze at the words coming to his head. He gulp down his saliva—already feeling his throat dried up. His palm became sweaty, his whole body hot and burning.

This wasn't how it should all be.

He could well remember what took place four days ago; that night Samantha had sort his comfort tight in his embrace. The closure brought a warmth Nathaniel had ever experience.

He couldn't deny it-—he'd felt perfect in his arms; like she was made just for him. Which scares him a lot, never in his life has Nathaniel that way over the opposite s*x—even his own ex-wife Natasha.

Shit! He mentally cursed, Nathaniel knew he was screwed.

The moonlight of the night wasn't helping his discomforting state either, at the appealing presence of Samantha dressed in a black long cocktail gown, showing all her curves. Her chestnut hair left down stun gold by the moonlight—she's beautiful...

His breath cut more as she avert her brown eyes towards his direction on the last stairs he could still see through her eyes—oddly they were golden brown, glittering to different colours; like a window to her soul.

A smile automatically appeared on her oval shape face. "Nathaniel come I'd like you to meet Brandon." She gestured towards where she and the other man stood.

At a moment like this Nathaniel regret coming down from the first place, he couldn't stand the sight of seeing Samantha with the weird man.

Trudging down towards them Nathaniel politely stretched his right hands for a shake. "Nathaniel Carter." He said hoarsely, shooting a glare at him with his grip in Brandon tightening as he brought his hand forward.

Brandon's face twitch in pain. "Brandon Hillman." He whispered out. Nathaniel could give him one for standing the pain.

Withdrawing his hands away from his cast his gaze back at Samantha. "I guess you're now going?"

She softly smile tucking her hair. "Yeah," She said gaze behind Nathaniel trying to avoid his gaze. Which by the say irritates him. "Don't worry about the kids, they're asleep."

Nathaniel shoved his hands into his pocket trying to stop himself from holding onto her, from letting her go.

Mentally he groan. This is more of the reasons he needs to let her go. In order to stop this possessive feeling, Samantha was never him and never will be his.

"We'll be heading off now." She calmly spoke. Nathaniel nodded casting Brandon a cursory glance.

It wasn't until the car drove away from the driveway did Nathaniel knew what he had lost. But it was for the best.

Heaving a sigh, he quietly shut the door. Tonight was going to be a torture. The thought of that pig touching Samantha irk him a lot.

That night Nathaniel found it hard to sleep—and when he finally did; it was horrible.



"Y-YOU LOOK b-beautiful tonight," Brandon stammer out as he turn off the cracking sound of his Volkswagen. Samantha sigh in relief at the sight of the tall mansion she calls—home. "I'm sorry about tonight." He sadly said making her glance at him.

Fortunately enough for her, their date had turned out to be disastrous—like always. His 1998 Volkswagen brought a great disappointment to him as it shut down in the middle if nowhere.

Samantha thou wasn't bothered because the last thing she ever wants was going on a date. The only disturbing part was how to get back home. The fear if getting there the next day doesn't sit right with her.

For hours Brandon tend to his old car, refusing to leave it alone or call a mechanic, even possible a toll. Hours of standing at the far corner Samantha gave up, she tried hitchhiking but to no success.

Thankfully the car started on, not until Brandon shirt and cheek were stained in greasing oil—looking tattered.

"It's nothing." She forced on a smile. "I should get back in."

"Yeah you should," He nodded quick, a sign he was nervous.

Samantha quickly stepped from the car heading towards the door but a call put her to a stop. She knew of what was to come, and she dreaded it.

Turning to gaze behind. "Yes Brandon?"

Brandon ran towards her at the porch. Picking on his fingers, his gaze cursory around. "I-I was thinking how about another d-date next Saturday?" He asked stammering, Samantha opened her lips. "It's o-okay if you don't want to. I totally understand."

Does she?

The heavy guilt heavy on her heart at how happy she'd felt on their failed date.

Does that make her a bad person?

Samantha has no idea what this feeling is, ever since that night she couldn't shake off the feeling burning deep inside her. And that alone scared her to the core. Samantha wasn't an expert once it comes to feelings or relationship, this were a too foreign to her.

The presence of Brandon could testify that to her. But disappointing him doesn't sit right with her.

"I'd love to," She reply after think for a while. A grin immediately appeared on his face.

Clamping his hands together he moved backwards. "You won't regret it I promise. And I'll certainly will come with a better car." He said, with so much enthusiasm as he jog towards his car driving off.

Samantha sigh, shaking her head carefully. Getting the key from her bag she slot it into the keyhole. The lack of food tonight already getting to her. She regretted skipping dinner with the kids and Nathaniel.

The dark quite presence of the house greeted her as she shut the door. Hanging her coat on the rack Samantha sling her handbag on the couch, with the thought on getting herself a meal.

A muffle groan from the couch caught her attention making her jump with fright. Squinting her eyes to capture the sight, she caught in the tall huge presence laying sprawl on the couch.

Nathaniel?

The gasping breath as his head moved side to side, brought Samantha into action. Hunching down a little she sat on the free open side, leaning towards him she shook on his shoulder.

"Nate, Nate open your eyes." She pleaded on already seeing a vivid view of his state. Sweat ran down his forehead as he murmur incoherent words.

His hands raised up, gripping Samantha's should tight, still struggling with what ever nightmare he was in.

Samantha became more scare of his state as she lean in wrapping him around her embrace. "I've got you. It all okay." She whisper to his hair, feeling his body shook as she kept reassuring him all was well.

Slowly his breath calm so also his body, his muttering had stopped. Samantha release the breath she had no idea she held in—something about this position felt familiar; but this time around she was the one initiating the embrace of comfort.

Her thought broke and something in her crake as a tear dropped from her eyes.

"I love you. Don't leave me." His arms tightened around her, his head rest in between her breast. "Natasha."

Her heart broke at the knowledge of their painful lost; Natasha was gone—forever. And at that her arms never left him.

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