Forbidden Escape

The soft hum of the private jet filled the air, but the silence between Sean and Samantha was deafening. She stared blankly out the window, her mind a whirlwind of emotions she couldn't quite put into words. The clouds looked peaceful—far too peaceful for the storm inside her chest.

"Why so quiet, Sam?" Sean’s voice was low, slightly irritated. "Don’t you like our little getaway?"

She didn’t look at him. "Do I really need to explain why?"

Sean sighed, then leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m going to divorce Stella. After that, you and I… we’ll be married."

Samantha finally turned to him, her gaze sharp. "Please don’t do this to her. She's still my sister."

"Then enjoy this trip… or you already know the consequences." His tone hardened, eyes darkening in that familiar way that both thrilled and frightened her.

"Fine, Mr. Control Freak," she muttered, her lips forming a reluctant pout.

Samantha turned back to the window, her fingers gently tapping on the glass. Despite the luxury surrounding her, she felt an ache—a conflict between what her heart wanted and what was right. The man beside her wasn’t just anyone. He was her sister’s husband. Yet he was also the boy she once loved more than anything.

Flashback On

"Sam, I’m so happy… I’m finally graduating next semester!" Sean had practically bounced into her arms back then, his grin boyish and full of dreams.

"Wow! Only three years, Sean? That’s incredible." Her eyes sparkled with pride.

"I had to. I was a scholarship student—if I didn’t keep up my GPA, I would've been kicked out."

She cupped his face gently. "I’m so proud of you. You’re smart, driven, passionate... You're everything I ever dreamed of. I love you, Sean Harry Johansson."

"And I love you, Samantha Jade Peters. You’re the only one who’s ever believed in me, even when I had nothing."

"You’ll be rich one day, I know it. A powerful, successful man. Just promise me… don’t forget me when that happens."

He took her hands in his, kissing each one tenderly. "If we’re ever separated, I’ll find you again. I’ll come back for you."

They sealed their promise with a kiss—and more.

That day in Sean’s old car, passion overtook them. With her straddling him in the cramped backseat, they discovered a different kind of pleasure. There was no space, no comfort—but there was raw, burning desire.

"Right here?" Samantha had whispered between kisses.

"Yeah, right here. I want you, Sam. Anywhere, anytime."

She smiled seductively. "Then take me. I’m yours."

The memory lingered like perfume—sweet, heady, and impossible to ignore.

Flashback Off

"Baby… we’ve landed."

Sean’s voice drew her back to the present. She blinked, finding his hand gently caressing her cheek. His gaze searched hers with a knowing smirk.

"Your face is all flushed. Were you… thinking about something dirty, sweetheart?" he teased.

Samantha looked away, embarrassed. Sean knew her too well—her thoughts, her fantasies, her weaknesses. And truthfully, she had been thinking of that wild afternoon years ago. Of how different things used to be—pure love, reckless lust, and zero guilt.

Now, everything was tainted with secrets.

The hotel in Paris was opulent, a romantic dream. As Samantha stepped onto the balcony, the city sparkled beneath her. But the weight in her chest refused to lift.

"Sean, I—" she paused, nervous.

He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Shhh… I know what you need."

Without another word, he led her to the bathroom. The warm water cascaded over their bodies as their hands explored each other with renewed hunger. They made love in the shower—wet, wild, and breathless.

And when they moved to the bed, Sean didn’t stop.

"You know I can’t ever get enough of you," he murmured.

"I know," she whispered, breathless. "And I’ll give you everything, Sean."

His touches grew more demanding. There was no tenderness now—only fierce need. And strangely, Samantha loved it. She craved it. His dominance, his control, his obsession.

"Faster, Sean… please," she moaned, her nails digging into his back.

"You love this, don’t you?" he growled.

"Yes… God, yes. Don’t stop!"

They moved together in perfect rhythm until Sean reached his peak, collapsing beside her with a satisfied groan.

"You drive me insane," he said, pressing kisses to her damp forehead. "Your moans… your body… it’s addictive."

Samantha couldn’t speak. She could only melt into his embrace, her body trembling with aftershocks.

"I love you, Samantha," he murmured again, holding her tightly as sleep finally claimed them.

It was as if nothing else in the world existed.

But it did.

Meanwhile…

Back in the city, Samuel was dying.

The hospital had tried calling Samantha repeatedly—no answer. Desperate, they called Stella.

She ran down the hospital corridor, tears streaming down her face, clutching her phone tightly. Again and again, she dialed Sean.

When he finally picked up, her voice cracked. "Sean… please, it’s Dad…"

"Handle it yourself," Sean said coldly. "I’m tired." And with that, he ended the call.

Turning back to Samantha, who now lay asleep in his arms, he smiled to himself.

He didn’t care.

Not about Samuel.

Not about Stella.

Only Samantha mattered.

"I won’t lose you again," he whispered, brushing a kiss against her shoulder. "No matter what it takes."

As the world outside mourned a loss, the two lovers stayed locked in their own bubble of lust and delusion.

Unaware of the storm that was coming.

***

The soft breeze of Paris kissed Samantha’s skin as she stepped out onto the balcony. Dressed in nothing but a silk robe, she leaned on the railing, gazing at the glittering lights of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. It was breathtaking. For a moment, she allowed herself to enjoy the moment—pretend that everything was perfect.

But deep down, her heart was in turmoil.

Sean stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his bare chest pressing against her back. “Do you like the view?” he whispered against her ear.

“I do,” she answered softly.

“Then smile for me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck. “You deserve to smile, Samantha. You're mine now. No more hiding.”

She closed her eyes. Mine. The way he said it both thrilled and terrified her.

“You haven’t said anything since we landed. What are you thinking?” Sean asked, turning her around to face him.

“That this is wrong,” she whispered. “Everything about us... it’s wrong.”

“But it feels right,” Sean countered, brushing his fingers along her cheek. “Don’t lie, Sam. I see it in your eyes every time I touch you.”

Before she could respond, he kissed her—deep and possessive, claiming her lips like a man who refused to ever let go. Samantha didn’t resist. She gave in to the fire she tried so hard to extinguish.

Later that day, they wandered the cobblestone streets of Montmartre, hand in hand like a normal couple. Samantha laughed—genuinely—for the first time in days when Sean bought her a silly red beret and insisted she wear it. He looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

“See? That smile. That’s all I want,” he said, pulling her close for a kiss in front of a café.

They visited the Louvre, took a private boat ride on the Seine, and dined in a rooftop restaurant overlooking the city of lights. To outsiders, they looked like lovers on a passionate holiday. But inside Samantha’s mind, questions swirled—about Stella, about Samuel, about how far she had gone.

And yet… in Sean’s arms, she found herself again. The girl who once believed in love, the girl who trusted promises whispered under starry skies.

“Promise me something,” she said that night as they lay beneath the soft linen sheets, bodies still warm from their lovemaking.

“Anything,” Sean said, stroking her

hair.

“Don’t break me,” she whispered.

He pulled her closer. “I’ll never let you fall, Samantha. Not again.”

But fate always had its own plans.

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