Daddy and Mommy

Samantha

"Thank you, Lauren. We're done for today," I said, fighting back a yawn. I'm super tired.

Thank God it's Friday.

I can go home and rest. No work to bother me.

"Have a good afternoon, Mrs Collins," Lauren, my secretary, smiled briefly before walking out of my office.

I finished up working on my desktop before logging off. I grabbed the important files and put them in my bag. My phone rang as I was tidying up. I smiled when Jackson's name flashed on the screen.

"Hey," I put him on loudspeaker as I walked around.

"Are you busy?" he asked.

"Uh, just cleaning up stuff. I'm leaving the office in a minute," I said.

"Good," he said.

"Why do you—" I trailed off when he hung up. Weirdo. I went on with getting everything I'd need before leaving. I passed by a few employees, and they greeted me. "Have a good day," I said to the guard by the door as he opened the door for me.

"Thank you, ma'am. "You have a good day as well," he said, bowing a little.

Right in front of the door, Jackson was leaning against his sports car, wearing shades. He was yet to notice me.

"You said you were coming out in a minute. "I've been waiting for 11 minutes," he complained right away. I rolled my eyes.

"Hello to you too, bitch," I greeted. He gave me a death glare, and I stuck my tongue out at him. He took off his glasses and eyed me for a split second before pushing himself off of the car. He opened the passenger door.

"Hop in," he said.

"My car's over there." I pointed at my car, where my driver, Jordan, is waiting for me.

"He'll take it to your house; it's fine," he persisted. I pouted, walking over.

"But I wanted to go and rest. I'm tired," I whined, looking up at him.

"Oh, you poor cute thing," he said, mocking me.

I got in, and he took my bag to the back before getting in as well. He eyed his watch for a second before pulling out into the road.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him.

"To the woods," he joked, smirking. "Got any last words? For your loser of a husband, perhaps?"

"Hey, don't talk about him like that," I said quietly, looking outside the window.

"Whoa, I didn't hit a nerve, did I?" I ignored Jackson, leaning against the window and closing my eyes. The soft purr of the engine lulled me into a deep slumber.

"Samantha?" I hummed when I heard a voice calling my name. "Samantha?" Someone shook me awake. I blinked my eyes open and looked around.

"What happened?" I found myself yawning as I looked at Jackson.

"You've been overworking yourself again, have you?" Jackson eyed me sideways.

"It's work. "It's bound to happen," I said, drawing another yawn.

"You're not always this tired, Samantha. Not even your husband wears you