Blackmailed Merger

With that she turned, running upstairs, Dante sitting back down, letting his head fall into his hands, guilt filling him. After ten minutes he heard her moving back down, knowing that he had to make it right, to find a way to make up for what he had done to her, knowing that he didn’t want to lose her.
Looking up, Dante frowned. Samantha had changed from the dress she had worn for their shopping trip, to jeans and a shirt, her bag which she brought on holiday with her pulled over her shoulder. As she moved wordlessly to the door, he leapt up, moving in front of her, making her stop in her tracks. “What the hell are you doing?”, he asked in confusion, Samantha looking up at him.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”, she replied, her voice taut, “You wanted your revenge Dante. Please do not think that I’m going to be stupid enough to stay so that you can enjoy finishing what you started. To use me to get

frowned. The day had been a good one, Samantha being the