Sam sat on the leather couch holding the warm cup of coffee in her hands, looking out the large window in front of her, watching the sunrise. She took a drink from the cup smiling remembering the last few days. It had been the best in her life by far. Mark had proposed to Tabby when they had gone out for last night for Christmas Eve. She was the reason Sam was up so early, Tabby had called her at five in the morning to tell her the news.
Sam smiled again, thinking of the conversation, as she took another drink of her coffee. She hoped it would help calm her nerves, today they were going over to David’s parent’s house for Christmas. Sam was running through possible ways to get out of it, she was sure they’d hate her for what she did to their son, and she was still sure the incident in the kitchen wasn’t going to help her case any.
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The hallway to the apartment of David’s parent’s home felt like death row to Sam, each step forward was bringing her closer to her atrocious death. She smoothed over the skirt of her dress nervously wondering if she made the right choice of clothing, or if her hair should have been pulled up instead of left down, and so many other questions ran through her mind.“Remember to breathe Sam,” David told her with a teasing smile as he knocked on his parent’s door and Sam gave him a weak smile. His mother opened the door. She had the same color of hair and eyes as David, she was elegantly dressed, and to put it simply she was breathtakingly beautiful. The woman smiled at David but when she noticed Sam, her smile grew.Next thing Sam knew the woman had swallowed her in a tight hug and kissed her on the cheek. “Why she is beautiful i
Now two more days had passed and Sam sat on the black sofa staring out the window watching the morning pass once more feeling depressed. Her Christmas break was nearly over and she would have to return to Illinois in a couple of days causing her to be torn. She didn’t want to go back and leave David. Just the idea made her sink into depression even more. Here she was perfectly happy but she loved school and she didn’t want to just throw the year away.She took another drink from her cup and chewing on her bottom lip lost in deep thought. “You’re looking way too serious too early in the morning,” David teased coming into the room and sitting next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.“What are you doing up so early?” She asked him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good morning Mrs. Simpson,” Samantha Peters said brightly to the plump receptionist as she walked into the lobby of the small accounting firm her father owned and she worked at since high school.“Good morning Sam, how are you today?” The receptionist asked just a cheery.
Sam walked into the crowded club behind Tabby. She let out a small content sigh of relief as the warmth of the place seeped into her. Her thin black dress didn’t give her much protection against the coolness of the late spring night of New York City. Sam wanted to wear something more practical, but Tabby insisted she wore this. Tonight they were going to go all out, according to Tabby.
“Your hottie?” her dance partner repeated. His voice was deep and soothing. It sent chills down her spine. She looked over and saw he wore a small smile on the edges of his lips.Sam gave him a nervous one in return as her heartbeat beat dangerously erratic. “She sai
Sam stretched as she woke the next morning. She felt more rested and relaxed than she had in a long time despite a raging headache assaulting her. Sam slowly opened one eye but closed it quickly as the rays of sunlight were like knives stabbing into her brain. She groaned quietly burying her head in her pillow when a hand that wasn’t hers brushed her thigh.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Sam exclaimed, feeling light-headed. “Are you sure?” Sam grabbed the edge of the sink as the world was starting to tilt.“Of course I’m sure Sam,” Tabby told her with a sly smile. Sam glared at her friend.
The day passed quickly and it appeared her plan was working to perfection. She hadn’t had to speak to or see David Andrews again. She glanced at her wristwatch and saw it was time for lunch. “Thank God the first part is over,” Sam mumbled as she got up from her chair and grabbed her purse. She made a mad dash for the door to only run into a large wall of muscle halfway there. She started to lose her balance and someone held on to her waist preventing her from falling.