Time To Reap What You Sowed

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

It took some time for Akeem to find out her name. Sam Wilde. Nice little trick she played on him. He understood only after that she used his very own power against him so he would strip down for her. And then she ran away. It was more than the fact she ran with his clothes that made him angry. More even than the fact there was his wallet and cellphone in his pants' pockets. She played him, made him wear her clothes and took pictures before running away, not even bothering to wear his and leave. No. She put her trench coat back on and left him with nothing to cover that ridiculous attire he was now in.

No need to say he got rid of her clothes pretty quickly and tossed them away as soon as the effect ran off. It was humiliating to be in underwear but it was even more to be dressed like this. Then of course he had to realise that everything he owned were in his pants right now, including the keys of his car. He had no other choice but to knock at the Dirty Little Secrets’ back door, use his pheromones on whoever was there to convince them it was totally fine for him to be in underwear and even more to get something to put on, even if it was just a coat to cover it all. Then he had to find some clever way to get back to school without anyone think he was a flasher with just the coat on.

After that, he used his time only on one thing, knowing who she was. And now he did. And it was why he waited by her house to see her come back to it. He was impressed by the size of the thing. His parents sure didn’t live in that. At the same time, it seemed a little too big, too flashy for him to want that for himself. Something that just told everyone around a lot of money had been spent to get it, sure, but nothing that was so big he wouldn’t know how to fill every room in there.

“I’m still waiting for my clothes,” he said once he saw her. He waited a moment, made sure she noticed him there, that she’d work that twisted little brain of hers into remembering who he was. Then he walked towards her, slowly. Yes, he knew who she was, obviously, if he could tell she’d be here. “More importantly, I’d like my phone, keys and wallet back.” He tried for his smile to just look cold and detached but it was probably stiff more than anything else. He never meant for her to get away with this and he’d show it now.

[Sam Wilde]

After a particularly long day at school, being paired off with the worst partner she could have been saddled with, Sam was ready to just crash the moment she slid her car into the garage. She didn't pay much attention to her surroundings which was why when the voice came at her, she was actually startled, stepping back and looking up only to see the boy who had pulled her leg a few days ago.

"I'm sorry?" She asked as she stepped further away from him to get to her pool house from the back entrance of the mansion. "I think you have the wrong house."

It was actually quite an impressive feat that he even found out who she was. She didn't exactly hang out with the popular crowd, she usually stayed away from the spotlight and the only time she even spoke out in class was when she was called on. Even then, it was iffy. The fact that this...nobody managed to find out who she was, was actually quite impressive.

Now where did she keep his valuables?

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Was she really going to pull that card? “Oh, I think I’ve got the right one, Samantha Wilde.” Since he was here, it shouldn’t be surprising that he also knew her name. He would make her pay. It didn’t matter the size of her home, he would make her pay mocking him like this. Starting by getting his stuff and if she didn't want to then spreading lots and lots of pheromones to her until she did everything he wanted. And she’ll see how nice that felt after. He might have to delete the pictures she took of him too. It was just a sword of Damocles threatening to take everything from him. He could not have it happen.

He walked closer to her, studied her from head to toe. “I must admit I preferred you with that trench coat on. I supposed you had a lot of fun then. Pretty impressive, how you played my power against me.” Yet the way he said it didn’t sound like he was all that impressed. More like he was ready to retaliate. She deserved what was about to come to her. Akeem would have no remorse at the end of the end. None at all.

[Sam Wilde]

She supposed him mentioning her name was a tactic to intimidate her. Make her know he knew about her. She had to say, now she was really impressed. He did his homework and he did it well. She dropped her act and slipped her keys into her purse, looking at the stranger with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, you didn't enjoy my lovin' touchin' and squeezin'?" She smirked before giving him a little curtsy after his little speech. "I know, I'm pretty impressive." She flipped her hair and batted her eyelashes.

"You're not going to tell me how you got my information, are you?"

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Her bravado or cuteness would not save her. That Akeem could play something like this on someone was one thing, but it was a whole other matter when he ended up the one mocked. She played him good and he certainly wouldn’t have gone this far. Taking her to the alley, stripping her, most definitely. Having her dress in something humiliating, take pictures and leave, no. Or, at the very least, it was what he would say. It was hard to tell but the simple fact he didn’t do that and she did, on him no less, was enough for him to say so and decide she deserved a taste of it too.

He had a dry chuckle at her question. “Bellefonte Academy. It’s incredible all the information on us they have and how easily you can get it when you know how,” he answered her, seeing no problem in telling her. If she thought she was hiding well, she needed to work on this a little better. All he needed was to question the right people to find her name and from there to get an address.

“Now... how about we focus on what we want here? My things and for you I assume me being out of here.” Not that it would happen just yet but he wasn’t against letting her think he really came only for his things.

[Sam Wilde]

Ah, so he was a student there still. What he was doing at Dirty Little Secret was another question that piqued her interest but there was time for those questions later. If he played nice, that was.

She approached him, watching where she was stepping before looking at him under heavy lidded eyes. His pheromones may have helped her get her revenge for his embarrassing her but let's face it, she didn't need it, did she? "Can we be honest? Is that really what you came here for? Just for your things?"

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Sam was trying to be all cute and innocent and in other circumstances, maybe it would have worked, but Akeem was well aware just what kind of person he had before him. Someone with as little scruples as he did. Knowing that, how could he seriously fall for her soft voice and innocent stare? He was not going to be defeated so easily. Not again. This time, if there was someone who would fall under the power of pheromones, it would be her, not him.

“And what exactly you expect me to be here for? Were you residing at the school, I would’ve waited by your dorm. I assume it would be where you kept my things. But you live here so of course I came to your place. Nice one, by the way,” he retorted, looking up at the mansion. Nice probably sounded like an insult to it. But that was as far as she’d get.

He turned his gaze back at her. “Are we going to stay here all day or can we go straight to what matters here?” He’ll use his pheromones only after he’d get his things. Unless she decided to make a fuss, then it might happen sooner. But right now, he preferred to let her think he was just here for his stuff.

[Sam Wilde]

So he was done playing games. She would respect that. It dawned on her that he was definitely the type who played games only when he knew he could win. Because she had had the upperhand on him this time, he was butthurt and now was being a child demanding to get his toys back.

Sam raised an eyebrow at his flippant remark about her house. It wasn't hers, she didn't take offence. Besides, they both knew that the house was a lot more than nice. He was just being a big baby.

"Aren't you a little prissy?" Sam dropped her act and rolled her eyes before turning around and walking towards the guest house she had had to call him the past few years. It was about a few yards away from the main house, attached with it's own pool.

She was still trying to figure out where she had dumped his things when she got home that day. Oh right, the cleaners had taken the clothes and washed them before hanging it all up in her closet. And the phone and wallet was sitting in an envelope in her desk drawer marked "PM [for Pheromone Manipulator] at DLS".

Kicking off her shoes to the side when she entered the house, Sam bent over to desk and slid the drawer out and plucked out the packet and threw it on to her bed. "Your clothes are in the closet. Feel free to leave once you have your items."