Chapter 5

• transitioned to a different topic. "Can I have your number? I'd like to take you out to dinner tonight at 7 pm to make it up to you. I'll text you the address.
• "I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
• Okay, try starting your engine now," he instructed, gesturing toward the ignition.
• I held my breath, I turned the key, praying for the engine to come back to life.
• And to my relief, it roared to life with a satisfying hum. "It worked!" I exclaimed, feeling a rush of excitement.
• He grinned, looking genuinely pleased. "Glad I could help.
• He brought out his phone from his car and handed it to me, “can I have your number Sam”?
• I collected his phone from him and dialed my number, feeling strangely compelled to comply with his request.
• He got into his car and waited for me to drive off. He acts strangely just like his strange name “CAVEMAN”....
• CAVEMAN POV….
• After the fight, I needed something to take the edge off, something to calm my nerves and clear my head. And what better way to do that than with a good fuck in my car?
• So, I decided to relieve myself in the embrace of a woman.
• In the dimly lit parking lot, I found her waiting for me beside the car. Didn't care about her name, she was eager, as always, to please me.
• Wordless, I got inside and she joined me in the backseat, hungry for the pleasure that would temporarily drown out the thoughts of the girl I'd met earlier, Samantha.
• She was unlike anyone I'd ever met before, beautiful, fascinating and unattainable. As we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment, I couldn't shake the image of Samantha's face from my mind.
• Hours later, I woke up in my hotel room. The woman who had shared my bed had already disappeared, leaving me to struggle with my thoughts in loneliness.
• I showered, letting the hot water wash away the remains of the night before, but the memory of Samantha lingered.
• I quickly dressed up in my training fits and stepped out into the bustling city streets.
• I got the news that Dad was getting married, he informed me but I was unable to attend the wedding.
• Although I got to meet Mrs Madison afterwards, she's a good woman and they both look good together.
• I have mixed feelings about everything. I'm super excited because I get to be free from my dad's constant complaints, nagging and always wanting to know where I am.
• I'm sad because Mrs Madison is not my mother. I wished she didn't abandon dad and I. I haven't set my eyes on her since she left. We would still have been a complete family.
• I have been struggling to please Dad ever since, and make him see me worthy to be called his son.
• All he cares about is his aspirations for me, I had desires and dreams of my own, but unfortunately it didn't align with his expectations.
• He's the only family I have since my mom left us. I can't afford to lose him or break his heart by telling him about my dreams because he would just die.
• I wanted to pursue kickboxing full-time.
• Besides, my father's wishes weren't going to dictate my life forever.
• As I drove down the road, standing by the side of the road, I saw a lady, whose car stalled out in front of her, maybe I could just get her booked for tomorrow since I have got some booked for tonight.
• "Hello, are you okay?" I called out, my voice cutting through the silence. She turned around, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
• It was her, Samantha.
• "Do you need help?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. She hesitated for a moment before responding.
• "No, I'm fine just waiting for someone," she lied, I could see the frustration etched on her face, the uncertainty in her eyes.
• "you sure about that? This is a lonely route, how can anyone ask you to wait here?" I pressed, unwilling to let her brush me off so easily. She gave in, admitting that her car had stopped.
• I wasted no time in offering my help, eager to make myself useful. As I worked on her car, I couldn't help but steal glances at her.
• "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, her tone tinged with irritation.
• I laughed quietly, unable to resist the urge to flirt."I'm sorry, but I can't help but notice how beautiful and charming you are, Sam," I confessed, my words hanging in the air between us.
• Before I could stop myself, I found myself asking for her number, hoping she would say yes, a sudden burst of boldness moving me forward.
• To my relief, she nodded in agreement, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. I handed her my phone, feeling a surge of excitement as she entered her number.
• As she drove off, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside me. And I wasn't about to let this chance slip away. She's gonna warm my bed soonest.
• Samantha POV…….
• I stepped out of her car with my mind still reeling from my encounter with the Caveman.
• Should I accept his dinner proposal? The thought lingered in my mind, clouding my thoughts as I made way to the front door of my stepfather's house.
• The last thing I wanted to think about was falling in love, yet the Caveman had managed to stir something inside of me that I couldn't quite understand.
• As I made my way upstairs,I heard my stepfather expressing his deep affection for my mother as I was entering. Together, they looked lovable and content.
• I couldn't help but feel a sting of envy, wishing I could experience that kind of love for myself.
• Got into my room, I threw myself onto my bed, my thoughts consumed by the Caveman. I didn't want to get heart broken again and didn't want to let anyone else in.
• "All guys are jerks," I muttered, trying to convince myself to stay guarded.
• Just then, my phone rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. I reached out my hand until I found my phone, which was charging on the bed.
• Without looking at the caller ID, I answered."Hello?" said tentatively."My good luck charm," came the familiar voice on t
• he other end of the line.
• My heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening at the sound of his voice……