One More Chance novel Chapter 35

~~~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-

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"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..."

This time he looked at me and I don't know why my heartbeats suddenly became erratic.

Those eyes... now shows emotions, from being serious to hurt. Or am I just imagining?

"I'm just concerned about you."

"Huh! Seriously? 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 nothing about me!"

"But I am your daughter's father---" but I cut him.

"Exactly! 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 nothing to do about you!"

"What if I don't?"

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

"Why are you still here? Don't you have a girlfriend or wife waiting for you at home?" I asked instead, ignoring his question.

"I am with her." He shrugged.

Goosebumps suddenly crept on my nape when his tone changed into something playful. A bipolar!

"Where is she?"

"In front of me."

"Can you stop talking nonsense, Mr. Williams?"

"Haist, for God's sake, Samantha! Can you also stop calling me Mr. Williams?" He said frustratedly running a hand over his face.

I stared at him as I remembered an old memory of 8 years ago. Back then, I was the one who always asked him to stop calling 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 calling him Mr. Williams.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because we're both Cali's parents and it will be awkward for her if you keep calling me by my last name."

"Really? But Cali is a smart kid and I know she will understand when I explain it to her."

I started walking back to the house but he followed me and worse, he blocked my way.