Nemesis Game

Cigarettes?

Samantha breathed with her eyes closed. Since she was awakened by the nightmare, the only thing that can relieve her fear and pain were cigarettes.

She was fund of the feeling of smoking. Only in this way could she feel less painful.

There was too many things that had happened to her in her past, and she was burdened.

No one stood behind her and she could only weather the storm on her own.

Ruben once thought whether she would be Samantha, but it proved that he was wrong. Samantha didn't smoke.

The woman was so desperate, so much so that she might fall into the abyss the next moment. And she looked at him as if he was the salvation of her life.

She was not asking for cigarettes, but instead, she was saying with her eyes, "Please, help me." Her eyes were filled with despair and pain.

He was moved by her eyes, and silently gave his cigarette to her without thinking a lot.

Samantha slowly took his cigarette and lit it with his lighter.

She sat lazily on the board, and her face was devoid of depression even she was in the storage room.

She was still was arrogant as ever, and her desolate eyebrows showed the beauty of decadent despair.

"Thank you," she said, looking down. The cigarette began to burn at her fingertips, and the faint scattered light reflected in her pupils like black jade.

Ruben suddenly had a little curiosity about her, although he met many women.

Many of them were much more beautiful than her, but she was the most shocking one.

With long hair messy draped in her chest, and her hand wrapped with gauze, she still looked beautiful.

"Why do you smoke?" he asked in a soft voice, seeing her like this.

Samantha looked up, her eyes were filled with stories, making her look much beautiful.

"Well, why is Mr Knight in my place at midnight?" Due to smoking, her cold voice was very hoarse, which was very different at night.

Ruben snorted and looked down at her. "Your place?" he asked.

Samantha was stunned for a moment, then she gave a bitter smile, "It was a slip of the tongue. This is Mr Knight's place. You can come anytime." "You..." He choked suddenly.

This woman was really sharp mouthed!

With her back against the wall and her fingers wrapped around her black hair, Samantha said with a smile, "Well, do you want to have sex with me?"

The smoke swirled around her beautiful face, and she could see the depths of his heart through the smoke.

Looking down, Ruben sneered, "Oh, that's the only thing in your mind?"

The next moment, Samantha put out her cigarette and stood up in front of him. She stood on tiptoe to kiss his Adam's apple and grabbed his tie with one hand. She said in a hoarse voice, "I can see through you, right? Ruben, are you scared?" With dark eyes, he subconsciously pushed away her.

This woman was so bold! What a shame!

But what he could not deny was that his heart would throb when she approached him.

It was something that he had never felt before.

Samantha, however, wrapped around him like a koala, rubbed his face with her cheek, looking at him with her amorous eyes.

"Are you so passionate about all men?" The man clasped her shoulder and forced her to the corner.

She narrowed her eyes and chuckled, "Is Mr Knight so curious about my past?"

She caressed his body all over. Knowing the sensitive part of his body, she could easily turn him on.

Ruben's eyes went gloomy, his beautiful Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He said in a low voice, "Can't you wait to be my woman? Does Gabriel know about that?

Samantha laughed arrogantly, "Well, Mr Knight, don't you want to have sex with me?

She glanced at his private part meaningfully and laughed even more.

Sure enough, men were the same.

Being provoked, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look away.

"Helena, you are trying to make a die of it," Ruben said with cold eyes.

Trying to control her fear, Samantha stroked his lips with her cold fingers, like a goblin that was going to seduce him.

"Is it good for you to hold back your desire?" she said slowly, and every word of her was a torture to him.

She was not afraid of anything now.

If she was in hell, she would take Ruben with her.

Ruben pressed the woman's restless hand, narrowed his eyes and said in a threatening tone, "You are provoking me."

He spoke very slowly, deliberately trying to make her hear every word clearly.

Samantha took the advantage and approached him deliberately. She said, "Don't you want to have sex with me rightfully so that you ask me to be your mistress?"

She gave a smile, her fingers leaving between his lips. She said meaningfully, "What's the matter? Why are you hesitating now?

Ruben tensed every muscle in his body and his eyes were scarlet.

"I'm afraid you are overthinking." Ruben pushed her away, not caring that she would run into the corner of the table. He asked without looking at her, "Have you taken a shower? After all, you're not clean. "

Samantha's waist hit the sharp corner of the table. She held the corner in time, but the wound in her palm split because of the heavy blow. The blood dyed her gauze red, and she burst into tears. The skin on her waist was unconscious. But all the pain was overwhelmed by his word "After all, you are not clean."

She was in extreme grief as if ten thousand arrows had pierced the heart.

She couldn't tell which was more painful, physically or emotionally.

Before Samantha could say something, Ruben turned around and walked out without hesitation.

His long and upright figure, like a huge axe, split the chaos of darkness.

The door of the storage room was knocked by him. He went out and threw all the medical supplies on the tea table into the garbage can.

He pursed his lips together when he heard the sound.

And in the storage room.

Samantha breathed rapidly. She kept sliding down against the cold wall, despite her bleeding hands.

Looking at the scarlet in her palm, she suddenly laughed like a madman.

What did she really become?

Why, she felt she was too cheap

Seeing the cigarette and lighter falling on the ground, she climbed over and picked up and held it tightly in her hand.

She lit another cigarette and took a hard breath before she calmed down slowly.

She thought she had been strong enough to face Ruben based on what she had experienced in the past.

But she still lost completely.

Her heart, which was full of scars, was ready to be broken at any time.

Maybe, it was the next time.

She did not know how long she could face him, but the pain in her back and palm reminded her at all times.

She had been a plaything in his eyes.

She smoked and laughed, tears falling on her cheek.

The old times came back to her, and there were more and more cigarette butts under her feet.

At the end of the night, she got up and left the Knight's.

She left without letting other to know. When Ruben went downstairs, Dillon was cleaning the storage room.

Ruben stopped at the stairway.

"Dillon, where is she?"

"Sir, Miss Powell left at six," she replied.

Ruben's eyes suddenly went deep. Without saying anything, he left.

Dillon looked at the cigarette butts all over the floor. The smell of smoke in the room made her cough. "Why smoke like this? Is she not caring about her health?" she said to herself. Ruben stopped for a moment, but he didn't look back.

Samantha returned to Mirror Lake to take a bath. She couldn't delay filming today, so she couldn't pick up her brother by herself. She asked Clara to go on her behalf.

She took a taxi to the crew by herself.

Due to excessive smoking last night, her voice was hoarse.

Fortunately, the voice of her role would be dubbed because the director said her voice was not suitable for the heroine.

As crew was doing preparatory work, Peyton walked to her after seeing her, ill-intentioned.

"What? Have you figured it out and are you going to quit your part?"0000000