A/n: Today is my birthday so, two chapters are up to enjoy the steamy atmosphere between Samuel and Kennedy. *wink *wink
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*Mature content ahead

The day went by as Kennedy spent her time with her best friend and the children. Her mind went bonkers when she reminded the meeting over and over again like some damn old vinyl. She could not involve anyone in her mess. Hell, she didn't want herself in any mess but every time she kept dragging herself into one. 

Sheila's occasional glances and scrutinising gazes confirmed she could feel something was off about her. She tried her best to represent herself as normal as possible but she drifted off to her thoughts and could not hear what Sheila was saying. 

"Okay! What happened?" Sheila asked, again.

"Wh–what do you mean? Nothing happened." Kennedy took one of the babies and started to cuddle as the infant purred in her arms. Its tiny fingers played with her loose hair strands.

"Ken, in the middle of our chat, I said 'the president sucked his own dick' and you replied 'yes'." Sheila raised a questioning brow while breastfeeding the other one who sucked Sheila's nipple desperately as if his other twin would snatch it away.

"I was just distressed because I have no job now, that's all. I was thinking about where I could apply."

Sheila's narrowed down gaze told she wasn't convinced.

"Did something happen with Mr Lewinsky?" 

"No! No. What would happen?"

"Did you see Mac?"

"No, he said he sent Mac away."

Sheila nodded.

A familiar honk blared and Kennedy stood up not wanting to be questioned further. She was glad Samuel came or else it would not take long for her friend to squeeze out information from anyone. She went to the front door taking her sling bag and said, "I'll come by okay?"

"Okay." Sheila cast a small smile.

As she went out she saw Samuel's face was twisted and the frustration was visible on his features.

"Something happened?"

"No. I just remembered that I have to talk with my brother." And he started the engine.

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Samuel went into the apartment with a sour face thinking of his brother. Kennedy said she would buy something for their dinner from the store. He knew she was trying to give them space and he was glad about it. As he entered, he saw Dean rummaging through their kitchen and the sourness on his face deepened.

"Oh! Welcome back!" Dean said.

"What are you doing?" He asked, crossing his hands above his chest and balancing his body against the door.

"Trying to make dinner." Dean motioned at the kitchen slab where the utensils and the vegetables laid scattering all over the place. Both looked at it and Samuel's jaw muscles clenched. Dean added, "and failing miserably. Where is your girlfriend?"

"She is not my girlfriend and say what you wanted to say."

"Well, father told you to go back to the Johnson household as he thinks it will be the perfect time to distribute everyone's responsibilities to the businesses."

Samuel hung his bag near a hunger and said, "You know, I left that house and I have nothing to do with it. Distribute it among yourselves. I don't need his money." 

"Listen, Sam, I know you are...you are angry but he had done what needs to be done for everyone's sake."

He scoffed. "Of course, he would sacrifice anyone for the business."

"That was an unfortunate incide–"

"There was nothing unfortunate about that. He would do anything to keep the business in his hands. It doesn't matter if all of you become sacrificial objects yet, you all follow him." 

"I don't follow him. I am just taking back what is mine."

"Oh! Aren't you? Then why are you marrying that bitch, The precious gold-digger daughter of the Connollys?"

"I haven't married her." The muscles on Dean's jaw tensed as he mentioned the name. Samuel knew their father had arranged the marriage for Dean so he could get the benefits from The Connollys.

"You will. Just like father did. You are following his footsteps and becoming," Samuel's gaze washed over Dean in disgust and his malice-coated voice came like a knife to stab his brother, "exactly the same."

Dean clenched his palms as his grey eyes devoured by anger. "Enough! You don't see anything at all. You know, to raise you I had to sacrifice everything yet you are acting like a selfish bastard."

A dry scoff left Samuel's throat, "You even exceeded being the selfish bastard long ago."

Hurt replaced the anger Dean's face bore. For a moment, Samuel thought he might have said enough to hurt him and it stung in his heart as Dean's eyes softened as if he was reminiscing the past and Samuel's stomach tightened.

"I feel the same! Alright!" Dean's voice came defeated, frustrated even, "We were born from the same mother. I understand everything. I have complaints too but our mother sacrificed everything in the business, I can't simply take them away. She died protecting us. Why can't you see this?" His voice pleaded as the hurt slowly wrapped around his words in its duvet, "If we don't get a hold of our shares mother's sacrifice will be in vain."

Samuel knew that very well. He wanted to rip off those bastards of the house who used their mother, especially his father. But he didn't want to be in the business which was reddened with his mother's blood. "Then take my shares as well."

For a moment, Dean stood near the kitchen counter with a gap in his face as if he could not understand what he said. "What?"

"I give you full rights to take my shares." 

"You're not making sense, Samuel. They will take anything if you leave it untouched. I can't claim what is yours."

"I don't need it."

Dean nodded, his face twisted in frustration as he swung his hands in the air. "And what are you gonna do?"

Samuel didn't answer.

"Oh stop playing games with me, Sam. Are you going to do jobs?"

"If I have to then yes."

"Almost every software companies are under Johnsons, what do you think you will get a job as a clerk or a coffee dogsrun?" 

"I'll see about it."

"Damn it! You are just a stubborn arsehole!"

*****

Kennedy gulped as she heard shouting from the apartment and she stood still thinking if she should knock on the door or not. Her hands gave up trying to hold the knob as she didn't dare to twist it. What if the time was bad?

"—mother sacrificed everything in the business..." Dean's voice came behind the closed door and Kennedy bit her lips. She knew it was bad. The room filled with a heated argument between the brothers and Kennedy thought she should just take a small tour around the neighbourhood. 

She had felt something was off in their relationship and while she was away from their hearing range, both of the brothers split venomous words toward each other. 

As she was going to turn, the door opened and a frustrated looking Dean stood there glaring at her. His vest and coat were already in his hands hanging. Was he leaving?

Kennedy held her gasp while her heart leapt in her ribcage. Damn! Bad timing to be caught red-handed.

"How much did you hear?" Dean asked, almost sending daggers at her.

"Damn you are just a stubborn arsehole?" Kennedy asked, feeling weak in his glares.

Samuel looked irritated but he asked curtly, "when did you arrive?"

"Just now. Well, if you haven't finished yet then I will—"

"We're done talking," Dean said, cutting her off and adding, "Next week is Father's birthday. They are throwing a party. Come with your girlfriend."

Samuel was going to retort but Dean said, "for my sake." And he left.

Kennedy looked at Samuel who's eyes were still at the door as if he was hoping Dean would come back. She felt for a moment she saw hurt. But then the expression hardened and he kicked the coach before fuming with anger. Kennedy jolted as the coach slid a little with the kick. Near the couch, Samuel stood in his angry glory as his chest heaved and his clenched fists rested on both sides.

She could not find a word to start a conversation as she locked the door, the carry bag was still in her hands. She slowly put the bag on the floor and looked at him. Samuel's back was before her and she felt an urge to wrap her arms around him. It was a weird thought but she could tell after he sprouted nonsense to hurt his brother. He only hurt him more. 

Given his look as if he was an angry beast, Kennedy thought it would be best not to hug him let alone say anything at all. 

He turned at her and asked, "You did hear everything, didn't you?" His voice was dark and throaty. Kennedy's heart leapt around. Should she say no? But with his angry gaze, she found her voice caught in her throat. 

Samuel's brows furrowed together as his gaze narrowed slowly as if he was reading her and Kennedy tried her best not to look intimidated by him, a futile attempt, of course.

Samuel's eyes dropped to her lips and her breath hitched. Even if he was angry and his stormy eyes promised riot, something animalistic, Kennedy found herself knocking on the door of her arousal. His stares sharpened and Kennedy's heart took a pace. She was confused about what was wrong with her? Was she scared or...

With all the power she could muster, she finally found her voice. "N–no?" 

His jaw muscles clenched and the gaze intensified tenfold. Kennedy gulped as her stomach tied in a knot—a delicious one.

Samuel took longer strides toward her, his eyes burning with anger and even more coated with desire. Kennedy stepped back unconsciously and halted as the door behind her touched her back. Now, she was trapped in confinement of his gaze. There was no escape. 

Samuel's long finger touched her chin and lifted it to meet where his lips could touch her. As he hovered over her lips, Kennedy almost felt weak in the knees. Her head felt light and she saw black dots in front of her eyes. His other hand rested on the wood, imprisoning her between the door and his strong chest as he slid his tongue inside of her mouth. Hot on his breath, his tongue roamed, making her heart pumped all the blood to her ears. It was a kiss of desperation and anger and she liked the taste of it. She liked his lips. She purred as he pressed her against the door, the bulge in his pant grinding on her lower abdomen made her thighs squeezed in anticipation.

Kennedy moaned in pain as he sucked on her bottom lip. She closed her eyes as the pain jolted to her brain and she could taste her blood on her mouth. He pulled out leaving both of them breathless.

"Stop lying. If there is one thing I hate is lying to my face." He hissed, his eyes darkened.

Samuel stepped back to see her whole and demanded, "Get rid of those clothes. I hate seeing those on your body."

He went for the fridge as he took out a beverage bottle and a wine glass while Kennedy stood there, unable to comprehend what was to do. As he sat on the couch, pouring himself wine he asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"Y—you mean, here?" She asked to confirm if her hearing still worked.

"Kennedy, if you don't start stripping now, I'm gonna fucking rip off everything right here right now." His eyes gruesome with lust and she could feel the impatience in them.

He leaned back on the couch, swirling the glass while his hooded eyes remained on her. Waiting. Kennedy's cheeks turned crimson. Samuel stripping her while his lips gazed on her skin seemed easier but stripping yourself while he was watching was impossible. 

"Strip!" He ordered, the silent warning visible in his hard voice. Her hands went for the first button of her shirt obeying his command. She unbuttoned it and moved to the next. Samuel's eyes moved with it as if she was held captive of his scrutinising gaze.

Heat surged between her thighs.

Samuel's eyes lingered on every button she undid and her stomach twisted, heart pounded but Samuel witnessing her in her striping made her aroused clit clenched tightly. Her lusty mind formed the ways he would take her, ways he would watch her saying his name.

She took off her shirt revealing a red bra that hugged her big breasts profoundly and Samuel sipped from the glass, his eyes never leaving her as if she was a prisoner of a pair of stormy eyes. 

Slowly, her hands reached the button of her jeans as Samuel refilled his glass. She pulled down the jeans and got rid of them, now standing only in her lingerie.

"I didn't tell you to stop." His lips curled up in a trace of a smile as his eyes glinted with a devilish hue. Kennedy felt all the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks and her mind going bonkers. Her flesh throbbed painfully as the material glided against a fresh wave of wetness. 

Her hands reached the hook behind her as she unhooked it. The straps loosened on her shoulders and the material brushed against her aroused nipples. She bit her lip and her lower abdomen hurt in pure ecstasy. She pulled herself out from the bra as it fell on the floor smoothly.

Samuel's eyes brushed over her exposed breasts, her nipples jutted out in hardness and throbbed as if it was begging the touch of his hot breaths, the touch of his fingers, the touch of his wet tongue.

Samuel's forefinger motioned her to come as he was still leaning against the couch, sipping his beverage. Her soft feet padded against the tile as she reached before him. His eyes taking in her bare skin as if he was engraving each inch of her curves in his mind. Her chest raised up and down as it was hard to control her jumping heart and wobbly feet. Her body was now in desperate need of his torment. She wanted his long fingers caressing on her sensual parts. She wanted his tongue over her. She wanted him.

But Samuel only gulped his beverage and it frustrated her, angered her even. Feeling her impatient eyes, Samuel grinned. Was he teasing her?

Samuel stood up leaving his glass on the floor. His finger trailed on her collarbone then to the middle of her breasts to her navel. His every touch tickled her and left goose prickles in its way. His finger dropped and stopped just on her panty lines. She wanted it to go further instead he yanked away his hand and a frustrated moan left from her throat.

Samuel's lips curled up, mischief dancing on his eyes. Damn! His touch was addictive.

He bent, "So impatient..." a whisper left against her ear as his hot breaths tingled her earlobe. He circled her, his fingertips caressing, sending shivers on her spine as if she was his prey. He pulled off the band from her hair as her long strands cascaded down on her shoulders and stopped right in front of her.

Kennedy tilted her head meeting his dominating gaze as he said, "Moan once and I'll stop."

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21st March, 2021