She's Beautiful And Mine (gxg)

Chapter Forty Seven: Satisfied.

Harley

I stared in shock as the workers moved into the living room.

"Um, move them into the guest room, I guess," I mumbled, motioning towards it.

They nodded and walked off towards it.

Samantha was settling into the couch, kicking off her heels, watching them.

And then she caught me staring.

"I just didn't want to waste time," she said, winking.

"Great, I'm in love with a psycho," I mumbled to myself.

"What?" she asked.

"N-nothing."

We sat in silence waiting for them to leave.

It was around five in the evening now.

"I. . . was not expecting this," I said in an attempt to break the silence as the door closed behind the workers.

"Mm? You said it yourself. Divorce Alex if I want you. I did want you. Always have."

I gulped, a shiver running down my spine.

The balls on this girl.

"So, that's it? You're single now? And you're living with me now?"

"Yes, obviously," she said, coolly.

"I will never understand you," I breathed out, leaning back on the couch and folding my arms.

She chuckled.

"How about a drink?" she asked.

"What would you prefer?" I asked, getting up.

"Wine sounds nice."

"Wine it is," I said, walking off to the freezer.

"I have so much to say and it's killing me," she said.

"Yeah, you have a lot of explaining to do, Sam."

"Don't pretend like you don't, too."

I sighed and settled down on the opposite couch again, setting down a bottle of red wine and two glasses. I started pouring it in.

"I don't fucking get you," I let out.

"Nobody really does," she replied, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"Was this your plan all along?"

"I. . . may have had it playing in the back of my head for twelve long years."

"Damn," I whispered.

She chuckled again. "Not all of it, mind you."

"I have a feeling there's a story coming."

"Obviously," she said, picking up her wine-filled glass and sipping.

I nodded, settling into the couch, a pillow on my lap.

There was silence for a bit as she gathered her thoughts.

"My biggest fear in life was being the next Paris in my parents' life. Being a disappointment. I started off by making toxic friends, dating a lot of boys and working hard to be and stay popular."

"Which is something everybody saw and knew," I said.

"But then you came in. And we, um. . ."

She locked eyes with me.

I smiled slightly.

"I don't think we have to talk about what we did, hm?"

I smiled to myself.