Mercedes Olivia Jones' heart was beating out of her chest as her tires griped the roads as she made a sharp turn. She had to slow down but she couldn't. From the moment she heard that Sam Micah Evans had been hurt by a crazed fan, she stopped breathing before rushing to her car.
Most of the time he acted as if she didn't exist or that he was the most sought after bachelor in Atlanta. The ladies- though she uses that word loosely-were after Sam like white on rice. She didn't care. As much as she wished she didn't she loved him and always will. She tried to move on but she couldn't. Even after 4 years of attending college at Columbia didn't change the love she felt. When she walked into aunt's café she was surprised he remembered her. He started up a conversation with her asking how life after school was. He also asked how she liked the music business was and when was her first album coming out. She asked when was his next movie was coming out. After talking for a while her got the food he came for and bid her goodbye.
She began to fall for Sam when she was in high school. She and his sister Quinn had to work on a history project together. She nearly died when he would smile at her when he would walk in the door. There she was- the star of the school choir and fashion diva- with a crush on the star quarterback. They met two weeks after her sixteenth birthday and at the age of 23 she still gets goose bumps when she sees him.
Mercedes slowed her Black Range Rover as she came to the huge iron gate that led to Sam's 2-story Mediterranean style home. This was her first time at his house and from what she heard that most people –mainly women- only came by invitation only.
"What the hell are you doing here, Cedes?" she asked herself as she stepped from her truck.
Shaking the rain from her body she remembered that Quinn told her where the spare key was. She slowly opened the door in case he was sleeping on the couch.
"Sam?" she called out in a whisper.
Before she could take another step she heard a crash from upstairs.