After Micheal passed away, the lawyer revealed his will to Morris's family. They played the video recording a week after the funeral. Samantha cried the whole time of that video and didn't even realize that she inherited all his possessions. She received everything but with a few conditions.

Her grandmother was still alive, so Sam had to make sure Rose lived well for the time she had left. Sam had to publish his last book, adding her name to it, including the book signing event. One more condition was that Samantha can't sell any property or art for the next ten years.

Not everyone felt glad about Michael's decision to leave everything to Samantha. But he explained his motives in the video. She didn't want to tell her family drama to Raymond. There remained no need at that moment. However, it felt liberating to tell Ray more about her family. Sam's heart ached, and she felt bewildered. But she always seemed that way when talking about her grandfather.

"Do you want some ice cream?" Sam proposed to Raymond after the conversation about Micheal seemed over.

"Sure. What flavors do you have?" Ray asked as Sam proceeded to the freezer.

"I have vanilla and pistachio taste," she said and showed him two jars, one in each of her hands.

"Pistachio," Ray responded and came to the kitchen area, taking a green jar.

"Really?" She arched her eyebrow.

"Yeah, my favorite. I'm surprised you even have that." He smiled and took off the lid of the container.

"My favorite too," Sam remarked, smiling playfully, and took out two spoons from the kitchen drawer.

She went toward her bedroom, holding spoons in her hand. Raymond hesitated for a moment, but soon he followed her. She stood near the bed when he walked into the room.

The bedroom held everything a girl needed. On the left side of the room stood the walk-in closet. On the other side of the room remained a bookshelf that occupied the entire wall, except the space where the bathroom door stayed situated. In the middle of the bedroom stood a king-size bed with nightstands on each side of the bed, above the bed remained a window with brown roller blinds.

Between the wardrobe and bedroom entrance stood a dressing table, with a big mirror and a few drawers. Like the entire apartment, the bedroom kept a white and brown interior. In this room, the furniture remained white, and other details were brown, including the walls.

Raymond peeped around, and his glance went toward the bookshelf.

"The famous bookshelf." He grinned. "What's behind that door?" He pointed to the door in the middle of the bookshelf.

"My bathroom," Sam said, noticing water dripping from the ice cream jar.

"So, two bathrooms, interesting." He stood nodding his head, absorbing the rest of the space.

Sam left him and rushed to the kitchen, getting a towel to wipe access water from the jar. Soon she got back, Ray rested on the right side of the bed, eating the desert. She lifted the kitchen rag. A small sigh left her lips.

"I wiped the water with my T-shirt," he said. Sam went to bed. She rested on her stomach, taking another spoon in her hand. She tossed the kitchen towel on the bedside table.

"Why would you do that?" she asked and scooped a piece of ice cream.

"Oh, she warned me about the order in this apartment," he said with a chuckle, holding a spoon in his mouth.

"Molly," Sam mumbled, frowning her eyebrows.

"She said nothing too bad, don't worry." He placed a cold spoon on her shoulder.

"So, the cat is out of the bag," Sam grinned.

"Yeah." He laughed. "We didn't finish talking about the trip," he reminded, lifting his eyes from the jar, and peering at her.

"I thought we did," Sam said and looked down at the container.

"Nice try, I've been thinking, and I have a deal to propose,"

What's with the deals and the guys in my life? "Okay, let's hear it," she said and sat down with her legs crossed underneath her.

"After I come back from San Diego, we should go on a proper date. Preferably somewhere else than in this apartment," he said, and Sam furrowed her eyebrows. "I like your home, very much I may add. But I want to take you out on a normal date." His voice sounded wary.

"So this is the deal, you want to take me on a date?" She smiled playfully, placing a spoon between her lips.

"No. I'm taking you out, and after that, you will go on tour with me." He smiled brightly, touching his bottom lip with a spoon.

"No fucking way. So, in other words, if I'm not going on the trip, we won't date at all?" Sam asked, leaving her spoon pinned in the ice cream.

"I phrased that wrong, I think," he said, ashamed. "I mean, we will have time until I'm leaving for the tour. And I think we should see how we would be in public as a couple."

"We are not a couple," she stated and retook the spoon.

"Yes, we are," he said, surprised as a dessert inhibited his voice.

"No, we're not," her tone remained firm.

"I'm not going around town making out with random girls," Ray said, twisting his spoon in a circular motion. "So that means we are a couple," he paused for a moment. "You're my girlfriend." He went back to eating ice cream.

"I'm not doing that either, but I'm not your girlfriend, Ray," she said, raising her eyebrow.

"Okay, then another deal. After the first official date, you will be my girlfriend."

Should I explain to him the whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing? She chased that thought from her head.

"We will see," Sam said and smiled at him.

Sam took the ice cream container and placed it on a nightstand. She turned toward Ray and placed her hand on his chest, he lay down on his back. They have been kissing a lot these days, but they didn't go far on other sexual acts.

She climbed on top of him, settling her thighs on each side of his legs. He gazed at her and she leaned in to kiss him. His lips remained always so soft, their tongues danced, touching lightly. Raymond put his hand on her back and sat down. In that position, she seemed taller than him.

Samantha took off her sweater and went back to kissing him. She lifted his shirt, and he didn't resist this time. She dropped his shirt on the floor and touched his naked chest, tracing his tattoos with her index finger. Sam examined the symbols and moved, kissing his neck.

Ray moved closer and kissed her shoulder, her bra strap slipped away. He kissed Sam's neck, and jawline, and kept going until he reached her lips again.

His hands felt a little shaky as he took her breast in his hand and stroked it. Her hand stayed in his hair as she moved her hips from him, their lips remained together. She moved her hands to his lower abdomen and gripped the buckle of his pants, Ray hissed from her actions.

"Sam," he spoke, still kissing her.

"Ray." Sam unbuckled his pants, sliding her hand lower.

"We should stop," he said, kissing her collarbone.

"Do we?" She placed her hands on his bare shoulders and peered at him.

Samantha felt so light up, feeling his bare skin on hers appeared thrilling. Raymond looked at her and put the bra strap back in place, stroking her tattooed shoulder.

"Is there something wrong?" Sam asked, and Ray wrinkled his forehead. "I mean, every time I'm trying to get you naked, you pull away." She bit her bottom lip. Seeing his naked chest didn't help to calm down.

He moved closer and held her face in his palms. "I want you, I really, really do. I don't want to rush this," he said, still panting.

"So. I'm going on tour with you is normal, but having sex right now would be rushing?" She lifted her eyebrow, her voice remained shaky.

"I will explain everything, but you have to put your shirt back on," Ray said, Sam parted her lips to oppose his suggestion. "I mean, your boobs are distracting me, I can't work out a normal sentence." He lifted his dark eyes, looking at her.

"Really?" She smiled playfully, leaning closer to him. He stared at her breast for a moment.

"Please?" He raised his eyes again and gazed at her.

"Oh, alright," Samantha said in a frustrated tone. She climbed off of Ray and put on her sweater. Soon she tossed him his t-shirt.

"Thank you," he said with a smirk. Sam sat down beside him on the bed. "This is going to be embarrassing to tell you." His cheeks held a pinkish tone as he put his shirt back on.

"Go on." Sam motioned with her arm.

"I was a dork in school. I mean, Harry Potter books and long hair didn't add points with the girls," he said. "So, my first time happened when I was eighteen." He turned red and looked away from her. "To keep this story short, I had sex with two girls until now." Ray glanced at her.

"Why would you be embarrassed about that?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I don't know. I'm a lead singer in the rock band, and people assume I am a man-whore." He shook his head.

"Who cares what people think?" She placed her palm on his abdomen.

"To properly end this story, I want to add. Since we became popular, there are a lot of girls who make suggestions to me about sex. I'm not interested in sleeping around, and having sex with someone, first, I have to trust that person," Ray said and reached for her arm.

"So, that means you don't trust me?" Sam asked, returning his action, taking his palm into hers.

"In certain ways, I do. But Courtney betrayed me so badly, and it took a long time to figure out that. It's just hard for me to believe in someone new," Ray explained and lifted her hand, settling it on his cheek. "I know it's not fair to you, and I'm working on my trust issues." He glanced at her.

"Thank you for sharing," Sam smiled and kissed him. "So, what did she do to you?"

Raymond parted his lips to talk, but his phone rang. "It's Logan. I have to take this," he quickly said and stood up from the bed.

Raymond's brother called because the band members waited downstairs in the car. Purple Rain was going to San Diego to film a new music video. They came to pick up Ray, and they were leaving Los Angeles that evening.

Ray got dressed and left Sam's apartment soon after the phone call. For the first time in three days, she went to the balcony and witnessed Raymond's Impala, leaving the building's sidewalk.

After Ray left, and Molly was still at work, Sam decided to have a bubble bath. She took both phones with her and a book to keep her occupied and relaxed. It didn't take long for her to go into her rethinking mode.

Ray seemed honest about his sex life she should've told him about Tom. This was not the first time Sam decided to stay away from her former boyfriend, but every time he draws her back in. That's why she didn't tell Raymond about her first love. She will, but first, Sam needs to see Tom, and like always, Sam will know if Ray and she have a solid chance. Sam liked Raymond, and after Tom's visit and before that first date, she will tell him everything.

Sam heard a phone ring. She drifted to sleep while thinking about the past few days. Samantha opened her eyes. All the bubbles disappeared, and the water felt cold. She lifted her phone and peered at the screen as her uncle John's name displayed on the screen.

She answered and finished the phone call quickly. Afterward, Sam washed accurately and left the bathroom. She sat on the bed with a towel wrapped around her head and dressed in a black silk bathrobe. Samantha looked at the windows. Can Scott see through my bedroom window? Probably not. But she still closed the blinds, just in case.

Her uncle called for the loan. It was the second time he asked for a loan since Sam inherited the money. She knew it wasn't a loan. More like she gave him the money he was supposed to get. Samantha often felt bad for accepting the inheritance because more people in that family planned to get rich from Michael's death and she didn't. So she would give John money to not feel so guilty. Michael expected she would be more reliable.

"For my sons, I have to tell you I love you. One of you used my money and built a glorious business, and I'm proud of you, Richard. You, John, never appreciated my good heart, and when I cut you off, you just used your mother's love for you. That's why my dear Rose agreed that our entire wealth should go to my sweet Samantha. She will know what to do, and she deserves it. You, my dear sons, will have to accept that." Michael's voice played in her mind.

Michael expected her to be smarter, but Sam couldn't be the reason her uncle's dry cleaning business would fail. With these memories, she went to sleep.