27. Sinful Book 2

I took in a deep breath as I turned off my car. I had arrived home after having coffee with Aaliyah. I saw Antonio's car parked, which meant he was home, I smiled. After the afternoon I had, all I wanted was a good bath and a sensual massage from my man, but I guess I might've taken the Samantha thing too likely, because when I entered the house, I saw Samantha crying, holding onto Antonio's waist as she cried on the floor.

"What the hell is this?" I asked both of them and non of them in particular.

Antonio stood frozen in his work clothes and briefcase hanging loosely from his right hand, and his black coat on his left. He had just returned from work.

"Get off me," Antonio looked down at Samantha instead of answering me.

"Samantha?" I called her out. She looked angry, and her eyes were bloodshot with tears. So this is how she decided to play her game?

"Dan is cheating, and Sewa knows about it," Samantha cried. I rolled my eyes at her, feeling disgust for her crawling up my skin. She was talking like what she's been doing isn't cheating too.

Antonio peeled Samantha's hands from his waist and turned to me.

"Please fix this and have her leave," Antonio looked tired too.

Samantha's wails became even louder, crying like a small child.

"I can't leave, we had a fight and I moved out. I can't possibly go back there, knowing he's cheating on me," Samantha looked up at Antonio. I sighed, feeling dizzy from the drama she was putting on.

"Samantha, I have a place you can stay for a while until you have yourself sorted out," I calmed myself to say, referring to my former apartment I kept because I didn't want to let go of it just yet.

Samantha turned to me, and if looks could kill, I swear I would've been dead the second Samantha looked at me. What? She needed a place to stay and I was offering her one, what was so bad about that? Oh right, I forgot, she needed something to be close to Antonio.

"Don't you need somewhere to stay?" I asked her, cocking my head to the side.

Samantha turned to look up at Antonio, while he looked down at her. They were having an unspoken conversation, something that was beyond me, further proving my suspicions that Samantha had something against Antonio. Something he didn't want me to know, and knowing them, it's something related to his past. I scoff.

"I won’t be close to Diego if I leave, and I need to hold him close right now," Samantha cried.

"The apartment is not far off Sam, you can come see Diego as we planned, and on the days we agreed," I couldn't believe I was negotiating with her. I didn't owe her anything, not even remorse, so why was I doing this? Because I didn't want Samantha anywhere close to my family.

"She can stay in the guest room," Antonio sighed, then he rolled his eyes and walked away. What the fuck is his problem?

I followed Diego till we got into our bedroom, throwing my purse and coat on the ground, not caring one bit that my phone was in the purse.

"What the hell is your problem? Are you truly clueless or you're just dumb, or maybe you're trying to rile me up on purpose?" I asked him. Antonio paused, turning to me with questions in his eyes.

"Why would you say that? What's wrong with her staying in my former apartment?" I asked him. Antonio didn't answer me, instead he turned away from me and started taking off his clothes.

"Answer me you fucking prick!" I yelled. I hated that when it came to making decisions that concerned Samantha, he didn't let me make any.

"What the hell does she have on you? What's so horrible that you can't tell me? Huh? What's the use of being in this fucking thing if you can't tell me what's wrong? Instead you let that snake come into our home to stay, the both of you using Diego as leverage. Tell me! Do you want her back? You want to fuck her when I'm not home? Is that what you want?" I yelled not caring if Samantha could hear me, because I was sure as hell that she had her ears pressed against our door, listening in on us.

"Babe please, I'm tired and I don't have the time for this," Antonio tried to dismiss me.

"So I'm right then? Because you're not denying it," I pointed out, walking into his face. I knew just how much I changed, I knew how I've grown and how less toxic I've been, but when he makes decisions like that about a girl that is obsessed with him just because of a stupid secret, it doesn't things to my sanity.

"Sewa, I don't want to fuck Samantha I promise. She disgusts me, and I still hate her, but she has just had her heart broken by her boyfriend. I'm not saying she should stay here for long, it's late and she can't go to your apartment right now, why don't we let her stay the night?" Antonio let out a sigh as he finished talking. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I don't mind driving her there?" I rolled my eyes.

"And risk your safety? Do you really think I want to fuck Samantha? I thought you hated it when I was being over protective for "no reason"? Why can't you trust when I say I don't want anything with her except a healthy relationship between her and her son?" Antonio walked to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. I hate how he was making me feel like my anger wasn't valid.

"I don't want to go back to that time when we argued about every little thing. I like this peace we have, so please baby, please drop this," Antonio begged, then he placed his lips on my forehead.

"I love you, okay?" He searched through my eyes as he asked. I sighed. I guess he was right. I had nothing to worry about. What Samantha had was a one-sided love that's bad for her mental health, Antonio would never go back to her.