One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 35: Have I really moved on?

~~~Sorry, but I've gotta be strong and leave you behind. I can't waste time so give it a moment, I realized nothing's broken. No need to worry about everything I've done like every second like it was my last one. Don't look back got a new direction. I loved you once, needed

protection...~~~ -Jordin Sparks-

"So is that how your boyfriend shows his love for you?"

An annoyed sigh escaped my lips when I heard Luke's voice from behind me. I was sitting on the edge of the pool, my feet playing in the water and I had just ended the call. I don't understand what he means but it pissed me off that he really followed me here.

He stood a few inches from me and has his hands inserted in his pockets. I can't read his real emotions as he masked it with his signature stony-face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped at him, irritation was tied on my voice. I still remember what he did earlier during breakfast.

And the question I asked was just gotten wasted as he returned it with another one... too far from the question I asked him.

"When did you start showing off your skin, Samantha?" He asked, not looking at me, but I was looking at him when he spoke, so I just didn't hear what he asked but I also read his lips.

Then a sarcastic laugh left my throat. I know he's referring to my short shorts.

"Wow! I'm so ashamed of your question, Mr. Williams. I didn't know your mind turned back in the 1940s. Tss!"

He breathed, tightening his jaws but didn't look at me.

"Is wearing shorts like this for you, already showing off a skin? Hmm... so, what do you call those women on the catwalk who wear only a piece of cloth? Don't tell me they were already naked to you? Just like... you know..." I intentionally didn't finish my sentence. I know he knows who I was referring to.

"They are different!" His voice raised a bit but just I laughed again.

I got up slowly and put my phone in the back pocket of my shorts.

"Really? How did they become different and why do you seem so affected with I'm wearing?"

"They were all professionals, Samantha---"

"Oww! Why am I wasn't informed that before wearing shorts like this I must be a professional first?"

"That's not what I mean---"

"Oh, it doesn't matter! Because honestly, I don't care! I have a nice pair of legs and I would wear what I want, either short shorts or a bikini without asking for your opinion! You want to know why? Because your opinions don't matter to me!" and deep in my mind, I screamed silently the word 'Anymore' right after my sentence.

"Sam..."

me and I don't know why

now shows emotions, from being serious to hurt. Or am I just imagining? "I'm

Don't you think you're just overreacting, Mr. Williams? Because as far as I can remember, we don't have any kind of relationship for you to be concerned about me. We're not even friends and you know

daughter's

You're just my daughter's father and that's just your role, nothing more and nothing less. So stop meddling my life and stay away from me as I have

"What if I don't?"

took a step forward but I also took a step back... afraid that he might touch me or do something

Don't you have a girlfriend or wife waiting

am with

suddenly crept on my nape when his tone changed into

"Where is she?"

"In front of me."

stop talking nonsense,

for God's sake, Samantha! Can you also stop calling me Mr. Williams?" He said

me 'Ms. Soriano' and simply call me by my nameor by my nickname. But the situation seemed to have changed. Now it was reversed because now he was the one asking me to stop

would I do

parents and it will be awkward for her if you keep calling me

But Cali is a smart kid and I know she will understand when I explain it

to the house but he followed me and

the hell are you

"Can we talk?"

"We are already talking!"

"Samantha---"

so get out of my way because I'm sure Cali's

not. She's playing

him, trying to control my

talk to you and this won't last an

deep breath again. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked him, crossing my

or three have passed, I still haven't

pushed him so I could get past him but he was

little surprised by what he

a sneer

yesterday and I have no plan on telling you every single detail of my life." "Yeah, understand."

sake! Why do

idea how I hate to

have to do it, I mean I need to. I'm sorry