Samantha's pov

I jerked awake at the sound of the alarm, I groaned as I stretched to turn it off, it was time for yoga exercise. I glanced at the clock and gasped at the time but the coldness in the house showed Rob wasn't home yet.

My mind went back to that dream. I had seen him again. He claimed me, pinning me to the wall, holding my legs high till I reached an orgasm, I quickly smacked my forehead to forget about it — he was my brother's twin brother and he was definitely off limits.

Being sex starved and being a stay at home wife wasn't part of my marriage plan but Rob always somehow had something to do at the last minute leaving me alone, the phone rang — I sighed it was Rob, of course he always called to make excuses.I picked to listen to his usual excuse.

“I'll be working late today, I love you” he said and hung up before I could say anything.

“At least he's working” I muttered, grabbing a glass of water beside me and drowning it in one go. I always made excuses for him in my head each day each time — I couldn't quit. I loved Rob more than anything.

My mind went back to my husband's twin.

“Diego” I muttered, my hands already going down — I forced myself to stay calm, Robert wasn't cheating and here I was about to cheat on him emotionally.

What kind of wife are you? I reprimanded myself, to stop myself actually doing what I had in mind, I quickly started practicing yoga, while facing the city house.

My phone rang before I could finish, I sighed an unknown number — I ignored it but it rang a second time making it hard to ignore.

“Ma'am” a voice whispered “your husband is here at a hotel”.

“Yeah he's working” I answered uninterested.

The voice turned cold “Eko hotels… be here if you want to know the truth” the person hung up.

I sighed and tossed the phone aside and continued with yoga but something just didn't feel right — and I couldn't shake that feeling off.

“Trust your husband”

I sighed and continued with yoga, my ankle suddenly snapped as I tried to steady my feets, I groaned in pain as I fell back.

“Arghhhh that hurts” I mummured and tended to it, blowing softly — my eyes watered at the thought of actually not having my husband.

“Fuck”

I got a wipe nearby and cleaned my tears, I wasn't going to cry no Rob is busy at his office and…God why am I even thinking about this.

My phone buzzed nearby, I sighed frustrated and turned to smash it… seeing the caller ID I relaxed — it was Tiffany but what is she doing here I thought she was chilling in Maldives.

“Girl what's up”

“Where the hell are you at ..been ringing the doorbell and where is your staff?”she ranted.

I robbed my forehead trying not to sound rude “sorry about that I'll be down in a sec”

Standing up became a problem, I had to drag my feet to the elevator and down to the door, immediately the door lock clicked, Tiff burst-in almost sending me flying.

“Seriously girl you almost killed me!”

“Serves you right” she snorts and closed it with a soft click.

“Oh my gosh” she exclaimed, touching my forehead.

“What…what?” I asked startled eyes popped out.

“Well looks like you're burning up, don't worry I got you girl— let me show you exactly what you look like”.

She pulled out a mirror from her bag and shot it in my face, making me startled.

“Girl seriously…can you take it easy” I pause, my face looks pale and my lips look too patched.

“Has he been beating?” tiff suddenly asks.

I don't let her complete it “No…girl no you know he can't do that”.

“So why the hell in God's fucking name are you looking like a plup, you better have a good explanation”.

“Calm down, let's sit”.

She pulls me to a seat, excited.

“Thought you said you were going to have the time of your life after your divorce why are you back in New York”.

“Girll you know that's not the question here” she heaves “s God help me if you don't tell me what's going on I'm going to find Rob and teach him a really good lesson”.

I raise my hand in surrender”okay fine I…” my phone rings interrupting me, I hesitate seeing it's that strange number again.

Before I can hang up, tiff grabs the phone and picks — then puts it on loudspeaker.

“Imma tell you” her words stop as the sounds from the phone fill the room.

I can hear it loud and clear a woman mourning Rob's name, his silent grunt…I can hear the sound of their flesh meeting in pleasure. Tiff's mouth hangs open mine clasped with my hand in shock. The call drops, no one says anything.

“Girl don't tell me that's” tiff breaks the silence.

“It is”

I stand and grab the car keys from near the fireplace and exit the house…tiff runs after me holding on to her precious jacket as we hop into the car, I quickly slam on the engines and speed off.

“Can you calm down, you're really speeding up? I know I like speed but this is”.

“Tiff not now” I interrupt.

“Okay” she says using her hands to pin her mouth, but she doesn't stay silent for too long “okay am sorry the last question where are we going to”.

“The hotel” I replied.

“You knew about this?”.

“No..I mean yes..no, okay someone called me and talked about Rob being in a hotel and even tipped off the address…I I thought it was just a prank or something but I can't focus Tiff I need to see it I need evidence”.

“Am right by your side” she assures.

We pull over in front of the hotel, I practically jump out the car — tiff quickly opens up her phone and prepares to go live.

Today I was going to show the world what Rob has been hiding. I was poor. Yes, he picked me up from the gutters. Yes, that was his constant reminder but Momma taught me to bite back when bitten and Rob Blackwell had just bitten me.

“The room number please” the receptionist asked.

I pull out my sunglasses and give her an intimidating stare “I'm sure you know where he is… either you spill it or” I let my words dangle just enough to send fear into her.

“Of course.. I'm sorry Mrs blackwell” she apologizes and hands me the room card.

I smirk and take it dangling like a weapon as we approach the room. Tiffany goes live, I take in deep breaths ready for the outcome.

“I am strong”

“I am brave”

“Girl seriously” tiff interrupts me “ I'm live here”

I mouth an oh “but momma taught me..”

“Can you just open the damn door we can't have her hiding before we get the clip” she cuts in eagerly.

I roll my eyes and swipe the keypad, the door flies open before I even touch it.

Automatic I guess

“Holy Molly” Tiff screams.

Rob is holding her up while pounding, I watch their position and can't help but give out a bitter laugh..he hadn't touched me in a year nothing and now he was with another woman trying the same position I had begged and pleaded for.

Tiff rushed over zooming in for her live viewers..by now I was sure half the city was watching.

They both stood shocked, Rob stammered trying to get his words and the so called girl his secretary she gave a sly smile trying to pound on him, but he threw her on the bed trying to rush over.

Tiffany stood in front of him, her camera pointed, giving him no chance to come near. He quickly grabbed a pillow and covered his dick, his expression cold — it wasn't shame, it was anger. I could see it clearly.

I smiled, walked over “pathetic” I whispered then turned and walked off with tiff giggling beside me.

Samantha's pov

Tiff kept on rage, baiting the public beside me, I angrily took off the heels I was wearing, I really wanted it to be a lie — I wanted it to be someone else instead of Rob, the tears I had been holding gently slid out my eyes.

“No no no” tiff said grabbing my face and burying it in her chest. “You don't get to cry when he doesn't”.

“But I am heartbroken” I sobbed.

“Then make him heartbroken too”.

“What's that?” I asked raising my head to look at her. She heaved a sigh.

“Girl men? They never learn till you teach them how to, ho do you think I got half of”.

“Of Marcus estate” I cut in.

“At least you're smart,” she giggles. “You know what enough of this shit, we are going to go and have fun like right now, where are your car keys?”.

“Girl I don't…”

“Shhhh…heartbroken with a little of boost of alcohol is gonna send you flying over the edge, trust me girl”

I heave a sigh, there's no arguing with tiff — she always got what she wants and tonight I guess am gonna be partying.

“Hell yeah I think I need that” I suddenly scream and rush forward but the pain from my ankle shoots, I bit my lips to stop my scream jeez that was painful.

“Are you okay?” Tiff asks.

“Yeah am good just got a broken ankle”.

“Let me see” she crouches to check. I quickly move my feet and head towards the car, my ankles are already swollen and I know tiff would definitely take me to the hospital if she saw that which meant missing being drunk.

I had given everything to Rob, my love my virginity everything I abided by the rules each rule he pened down and stuck on the wall of the kitchen I had followed them, lost friends lost family I hadn't visited mom and dad in 5 years and tiff she was the only one who wasn't swayed by his power, she stayed.

“I love you Tiff” I whisper.

She squeezes my hand reassuringly “I love you more”

I lean back on the chair feeling my muscles relax, my phone rings — without much thinking I pick.

“Are you crazy Samantha what do you think you're doing posting my private videos all over social media..am”

I cut the call before he can finish, he cheated and is still worried about his reputation, he sure deserves an award.

“You we could..”

“Tiff let's just go”

Tiff keeps shut and turns up the volume, vibing to the music while I lean back on the car seat letting my consciousness dance before me. I don't know how long passes but the car finally pulls over and tiff taps me.

“We are here!”

I open my eyes slowly to see the name of the bar, Tiffany club

“Tiff you built a bar and you didn't tell me?”

“Chill girl it's just named after me, not like I own it but I might have some shares in it, now lets go party” she screams.

Ahh Tiffany ever cunny, I smile as she takes my hand into the club, the music is so loud I can barely hear what she's saying, strippers on stage and girls entertaining the men.

Reminds me how I met Rob, he'd come to a club I worked at — I needed money for my mother's surgery and a friend had recommended the place stating I could earn more than my mother's surgery money just for being a waitress. I was excited and happy to do it, it was only when I discovered I had been tricked — I was supposed to wait on a man and let him fuck me and that man was Rob, I confessed I was a virgin and he couldn't bring himself to do it. We stayed talking till dawn and after that he payed for my mother's surgery, one thing led to another I got married to him.

“Girl you're lost, maybe a shot of tequila will help” tiff says pulling me to the bar.

“Two shots of tequila”.

The bar attendant gets to work and soon pushes two small glasses to us.

I take one before I am even offered and drown it in one go, tiff chuckles and orders for a hot bottle of alcohol. I don't hear the name but it's pretty much pushed in front of me with some plastic cups.

I drown each cup, completely numb to the heat. My mind retraces the hotel scene again and again.

“Tiff, I think I'm gonna cry” I say.

“No you're not because pretty soon you're gonna be drunk and a hot guy you probably won't remember will be pumping yo ass”. She sing songs drowning another cup.

“You know” I slur “ I think I have a perfect plan to deal with him”.

“Him who?”

“Tiff seriously, that was supposed to be my moment, why do you gotta ruin it”.

“Am sorry but..” she collapses before she can complete it.

Typical of tiff she barely can hold alcohol, I sigh one more time and ignore her as she tries getting up.

“You know he is such a fool he did this to me” she slurs, before I can fathom what she's saying she staggers to the stage and gets a mic.

Her voice booms throughout the club “girl this song is for you and fuck Rob” she screams.

Heart missing cursed headed for the grave

Too far gone to save you, saw my worst.

I listen to the song and chuckle. She's literally singing oxygen, my favourite song and here I thought she was about to blast the mick with some heartbreak douge. When the song reaches my part I quickly rush to the stage and grab a mic.

“So you can bring me back to life like oxygen”

“Feel you rushing in”

“Just one breathe and am deep in your love”

“You're the air that I need in my lungs”.

Minutes later I am literally staggering towards the bar, tiff left with some hot guy after making me sing oxygen on stage — I can barely see clearly I accidentally bump my head on what I don't know. I just apologize and continue moving.

“I think this is the restroom” I mutter and move in, but instead crash on something soft hmm a bed I chuckle and grab what I think is a pillow.

“Who are you?” A deep male voice echoes I turn to look and holy Molly freaking shit it's fucking Diego.

“Diego” I scream “ohh I've been waiting”

I quickly pull off my panties from beneath the gown and toss it aside, “come fuck me”.

“Yuu sound hilarious and where the hell is Rob you know he won't like this” his voice echoes again.

“Rob?” I laugh bitterly”fuck him”

I hear him smirk and come closer”had a fight or something cause last I checked your body doesn't yearn that much for me”.

I don't hear the next thing that comes out of my mouth but I know it's pretty stupid— as I plunge into the darkness I can hear soft buckles.

Samantha's pov

Arghh my head hurts, I still feel like I am dreaming and ouch I feel like shit, groaning. I gradually open my eyes to take in my surroundings — the memories from last night start rushing in. Rob's affair, the bar, and Diego my eyes popped out jeez.

My hands feel around the bed and sure he's on the other side.

“Arghhhh” I shriek, kicking him off the bed, he lands on the floor with a loud thud and groans.

“Is that what I get as a thank you”.

I ignore him and look to check if my clothes are still intact, but instead am left with tithes and ohh my gosh.

“Did we do it?” I ask, glancing at my clothes on the floor.

“Do what?” He smirks clearly enjoying this.

“Sex sexxxxxxxxx did we?”

“Am anything but a snatcher, I might hate Rob's guts but touching what he's touched nahh”.

I rolled my eyes noting the disgust in his voice “ you didn't have to say that”.

“You sounded so sure,” he shrugged, standing to pack up.

“So why are you here?”.

“You clearly don't remember do you” he squints his eyes

“Remember what?”

“Last night” he pauses then mimicks “don't leave me if you do am going to kill myself”.

I hid my face in embarrassment “did I really say that?”

“Wait that's not the best part” he chuckles then continues “you know fuck me, fuck my brains…”

“Stop” I cut in embarrassed “now can you turn around I need to change”.

“You were comfortable doing that yesterday,” he smirks.

“You..aughhh”

Suddenly the door burst open and tiff hurried in, her hair disheveled, her clothes barely fixed and one of her lashes almost falling off.

“Girllll I thought something happened to you”. She said hurrying over to pull me into a hug.

She smelt like strawberry mixed with alcohol and nausea with sperm jeez.

“Good morning tiff” I managed to say, from her chokeholding hug. “If you don't mind, can you let go, ermm , you're choking me”.

“Oh sorry” she said, releasing me “I was worried about you”.

“First of all thank you for worrying about me… and second girl you smell like sex”.

“Huh huh” she chuckled, turning around “ I met a lion yesterday grhhh” she imitated with her hands, then plunged on the bed — her eyes made contact with Diego.

“Oh you mother fucking cheat” she screamed and rushed towards him.

“No no no tiff” I screamed but she was already on the run. I could only watch hoping she wouldn't hit him, fortunately Diego caught her in time.

“Let go of me” she protested, trying to wiggle out.

“Tiff he's Diego not Rob jeez” I smacked my forehead.

He released her and she swayed almost hitting the ground, great she was still drunk.

“Tiff, you're still drunk” I sighed.

“ Y'all should get your fucking names tattooed on your forehead”.

Diego gave a cold glance and walked out obviously not wanting any part in our drama.

“Girl did you do it” tiff squealed blushing.

“Do what?”

“Have sex dummy”.

“Does it look like it?”.

She took a look at me, calculating her hands on her chin.

“Now what are you doing?” I groaned.

“Checking to see like you said”.

“Aughhh fineee we didn't do anything besides he thinks am too disgusting because I'm Rob's wife”

“What..he said that”.

“No he acted that way”

Tiff's mouth formed an oh, then she brushed it off — I quickly packed my clothes and fixed them, got a pair of sunglasses on the shelf and hurried out praying reporters weren't anywhere close.

“Quit acting that way, your home” tiff said, plunging into the couch.

“I know”

Silence stretched between us, my mind went back to Rob. I didn't return to the penthouse. I knew he'd be waiting probably with a group of reporters to play the victim, I needed something to bring the perfectly built Rob down and…

“I think I have an idea” tiff speaks up.

“An idea for what?”

“To bring down Rob”.

“Where you thinking what I was thinking”

“Maybe’ She shrugged “the video; it hit 20 billion views and right now the public’s opinion is perseck either way it's in our favor”.

“So what are you saying?”. I asked confused.

“I'm saying we know how this plays out, Rob plays the victim in public and then you accept him back and probably the video gets taken down even before people can judge”

“Soooo…”

“So I'm saying what if you play the victim…what if you give the public something stronger to ruin him”.

“Public opinions don't hold the stocks tiff”.

“But what if the stocks crash, what if the public is driven more perseck and the company he so much cherishes goes down the drain”.

“Oh my gosh Rossi won't like this” my eyes widened.

“The old man is 1 foot to his grave, he should go already” tiff says, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Okay fine but we need a plan”.

“I think you got one” tiff smiles knowingly.

“Now that smile isn't one of my best cause you have something up your sleeves now what in heavens name are you planning”

Tiffs smile widens as she grabs my hands “no it's what in heavens name are you planning my friend”

“Okay seriously spill” I say totally confused.

“Sleep with his brother” tiff blurts.

“No absolutely no”. I protest removing her hands from mine.

“Come on tiff.. I mean look at it from the bright side you've always wanted his cock and besides we could use him… if you get him in bed it's much easier to play the victim”.

“Tiff it's a no”.

She sighs and leans back on the couch “I guess you don't want to get back at Rob and you want to end up with nothing after the divorce”.

I know she's tempting me — but then Mama's voice flashes in my head.

*Men are like dogs you pet too much they get too wild…you bite with them they surrender*.

“Fine” I said determined “I'll do it I'll make Rob Blackwell pay for his fucking affair”.

“Yes” tiff jumps in excitement “now that's the spirit”.

I nod, nervous and happy at the same time… my phone binged a message I click open. It's a message from Rossi.

*Be at the estate in five minutes*.

I know what comes next, he wants me to settle but this time I am done settling.

“Tiff” I called “do you by chance have a hot rock wardrobe I need to show some oldie who's in control”.

Her mouth hangs for a second in disbelief, she screams, stands , does a quick dance then pauses in front of me with a mock bow “of course your Highness”.