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Usually, everything
looked better in the morning. But this, this was a hundred times worse. Sam
kicked into survival mode. Fuck this , she thought. Two can play at
this game. He wants cold, welcome to the Antarctic . “Morning.” She said
barely looking at him. She went to the table where there was coffee and poured
herself a cup then turned around to head back into the bedroom. There was no
way she was going to sit here and take whatever the hell was going on. She was
going to go for a run. A long run.
    When she came back out a few minutes later dressed
clearly in running clothes, he just stared at her, “Where the hell do you think
you’re going?”
     “Excuse me?” If he wanted to add fuel to her
fire, he was doing a damn good job. She had no idea why he was suddenly so
angry with her but it was really starting to piss her off.
     “You’re not going out alone.” He said as he
crossed his arms across his chest.
     “Why, because you’re so clearly enjoying my
company?” she couldn’t even look at him. She picked up the room key as she made
her way to the door.
     “Samantha.” Was all he got out as he went to
block the door. Who the fuck did he think he was? Sam had no idea what was
going on, but she knew enough to know that whatever was in his mind, she wasn’t
staying around to find out. After last night, he clearly didn’t want to discuss
things, so why now was he so insistent on her staying put? Whatever his reason,
she wasn’t about to be ordered around.
    Sam’s heart was pounding and her blood was
boiling. She was not going to be treated like some errant child, even though
all she could say, looking him square in the eye was, “Laurent.” As she turned
and reached for the door, he grabbed her arm spinning her back around to face
him.
     “Samantha.” Again was all he said.
     “Very good, Laurent. You’ve made it clear
this morning that you know my name.” she spat out sarcastically. All he could
do was stare at her as he gripped her arm. She waited for some type of reply,
but he simply stood there, staring at her, as though whatever it was that he
wanted to say was just too painful to utter. So she continued. “I don’t know
what the fuck is going on with you, but I am not going to be held hostage here
while you continue to say nothing other than my name. Either tell me what the
hell is wrong or let me go.”
     “Spare me the theatrics, Samantha. You are
not being held hostage. I am protecting you.” his tone was still ice cold. Sam
had no idea who this man was, but it wasn’t the Laurent that she had been
falling in love with. This man actually scared her. She wasn’t worried he’d
physically hurt her, even though her arm was starting to feel bruised, it was
more the fear that someone could change from so warm and loving to ice in a
matter of moments.
    Calmly, without emotion or raised voice, Sam said,
“I’ve told you once before, Laurent, I don’t need saving. Now, take your hand
off my arm.” They stood there for a moment, staring at each other. After it was
clear that Sam wasn’t backing down, and to her surprise, Laurent released her.
She knew he probably had no idea he was even holding her that tightly but she
wasn’t about to forgive him. “I am going for a run. A long run. Alone. If
you’re here when I get back, then I hope that you will explain whatever the
hell is going on and what has changed in the span of a few hours. If you are
not here, then I will pack my bags and be on the next flight back home. It is
your choice, Laurent.”
    As much as Laurent wanted to keep her there in the
safety of the room, he realized he couldn’t. Sam’s tone and body language had
made herself perfectly clear. It was one thing for her to submit to him in bed,
but they were not playing and she was not going to be ordered around like a
child. Especially given that he refused to actually talk to her or explain why
he was acting the way he was. Laurent stepped back and Sam opened the