I am overwhelmed at the amount of response that this story has gotten, that simply proves that people are just as strange as I am.
And as always, I must warn you again: This story is going to be extremely dark, twisted, and simply brutal. It will get more and more vicious as the story unfolds. I will be sure to post a big fat warning on the chapters that hold the most disturbing things. This is not one of them. Slow burn, darlings, slow burn.
Obsession Chapter Two:
She had no idea why she was shocked that Maxie was late. The blonde was always late, so Sam was curious as to why she felt surprised this time. She walked down the small lane to Kelly's, her breath coming out as condensation as she exhaled, bringing her phone up to her ear. She sighed in exasperation as she closed the phone as it annoyingly beeped in her ear. The busy signal had to be the single most annoying sound in existence.
She looked around. She loved falls in Port Charles. They were close enough to the water which made the air almost bitterly cold in the early mornings and evenings, but as the days progressed in to the afternoon, it was warm enough to shed the jackets and scarves and just enjoy the coolness.
She opened up the door to Kelly's, smiling as the warmth of the popular diner hit her. It was currently early morning, the air frigid, meaning that she relished the warm air that encompassed her as she stepped in, the door closing, effectively shutting out the coldness.
"Hi, Sam." Mike called from behind the counter, "The usual?" he asked, already bringing out a bowel like cup to pour her some coffee in.
She flashed him a smile, nodding, "Make it a double." she said, placing her elbows on the counter and leaning her weight onto them.
"Drinking for two?" a voice asked behind her. She turned as Mike drug out another cup for her. Smiling an embarrassed smile at the blonde teenager, she tried her damndest to fight the flush she felt creeping up her neck. This kid, no more than seventeen had seen her naked. That was bad enough on it's own as she was currently feeling like she had corrupted a minor. To top that off, said minor was her husbands semi legitimate son. That was just too much and she didn't forsee a time in the near future where she would not get embarrassed over the thought that her kinda step son had seen way more of her then he should ever have.
"Hey, Jake." she said, taking a quick absentminded look behind her to see Mike pouring two cups of coffee before turning back to him. "No, Maxie is supposed to be meeting me here for a coffee date. We haven't caught up in a while." she explained.
He nodded, not quite meeting her gaze. She had to stifle a smile when he scratched at the back of his head, much like Jason always did when he was feeling uncomfortable. Swallowing her own mortification, she grabbed him by his preppy school uniform sleeve and drug him to a nearby table. She pushed him gently towards one of the chairs, sitting down across from him, forcing herself to look him in his eyes. They calmed her slightly, reminding her of the man that she had left in bed this morning sleeping peacefully.
She now had his undivided attention and began trying to figure out what to say. Hopefully, her mouth that had gotten her out of a lot of stick situations before would work it's job again today, "Look, Jake." she began.
He cut her off, running a hand through his short blonde hair, training his eyes to the table. "There's no need to explain, Sam. You didn't know I was there and it is your house. You're free to walk around in...whatever." he finished uncomfortably. She saw his fist clench on the table, and feeling a rush of mortified sympathy for the kid, she placed her own small hand over the tightened fist.
She cocked her head to the side, her hair framing her heart shaped face and falling in to her eyes, "I really should know better." she admitted, taking her hand back as his relaxed on the table. She smiled up at Mike as he set down the two cups of coffee on the end of the table and handed Jake a bag of what she assumed was muffins. "I mean, people stop by the penthouse so much, it's like grand central station. I really should of have known not to just make my way downstairs without a stitch of clothing."
She watched as the beginnings of a smirk began to flirt with the edges of his mouth, "I don't know." he finally said, "That towel seemed to cover some. Not much," he conceded, "But some."
A wave of shocked air burst from her lungs and she let out an amused, surprised gasp. She leaned across the table and smacked him on the shoulder, "Stop it." she laughed, "That's not funny."
He laughed at her, amusement sparkling in his cerulean eyes. "Then why are you laughing?" he asked, not even bothering to hide laughter.
"Because I'm mortified!" she exclaimed, leaning back and grabbing her cup of coffee, taking a sip of the bitter liquid.
Mmm. Perfection. She closed her eyes just basking in the eighth world wonder, known by the common folk as coffee. To her, it was the main reason to get out of bed in the morning.
"Sam. You have no reason to be embarassed." Jake said, trying to offer her some comfort. "It was an accident." he paused, his eyes crinkling in thought, something quickly flashing through his eyes before Sam could catch or identify it. "Right?" he asked, almost as an afterthought.
"Right." she nodded, placing her coffee down and running a hand through her dark, thick tresses.
The door chimed and a bubbly voice shouted out to her, before the sound of heels hitting the floor in a hurried fashion became apparent. "Hey." Maxie smiled at her, before turning the dazzling smile on to Jake. Jake smiled back politely, before glancing at his watch and grabbing his bag of food.
"You heading out?"
He nodded once, grabbing his school bag off of the floor where he had earlier placed it. "Yeah, I gotta get to school. They're really strict about being on time there."
Sam nodded in understanding. School, while not something she had really done much of, was something she was sure she would not have missed had she actually gone.
"Alright." she said, "Have a good day. And sorry again about scarring you for life."
He began rising, a amused scoff escaping from his mouth before he could stop it. "I guarantee you, I have not been scarred." he assured her. He placed his hand on the back of Maxie's red guiding her to his vacated seat. "Bye guys." he smiled, exiting the diner.
Maxie made herself comfortable, taking one of the cups of coffee and raising her eyebrows in question and taking a sip when Sam nodded.
"What was that about?" the younger woman asked, "When did you scar Jake?"
If Maxie hadn't been Sam's best friend she would never tell her. But she was and she knew the fashion queen well enough to know that if she didn't spill the beans she would only nag her until she did.
"Poor kid. I feel so bad," she began.
"Did you hit the kid with your car?" she asked, reaching into her Liz Claiborne purse and retrieving her BlackBerry.
Before uttering another sentence, Sam plucked the phone from her hands and tossed it into her own small bag.
"Sam!" Maxie gasped, affronted, reaching over and trying to get the black bag from her friend. "Give that back! I'm expecting a phone call from the editor in London!"
"Maxie!" Sam said, mocking the high pitched sound of her blonde friend's voice. "London will still be there after I tell you the story of how Jake saw me naked and he is now scarred for life."
Maxie stood up, marched around the table and wrestled the purse from Sam, only getting it when she dug her nails into one of the pressure points of Sam's wrist, forcing her fingers to release. Sam cursed, knowing she never should have taught her that trick. After Maxie had successfully gotten her phone back, she pointedly put it on mute and set it on the table.
"Now." she said breathlessly, lacing her long fingers together and setting them down onto the table, "Please inform me on how Jake managed to get a glimpse of you naked."
Sam closed her eyes, her face crinkling and cringing slightly in her chair as she retold the story. "I had just gotten out of the shower, and I mean it was pretty early, and Jason promised me pancakes. So, stupidly not thinking, I just waltz on downstairs, completely nude and he got a good look at everything."
Maxie began laughing, "What did he do?" she waved that question off, choosing another instead, "No, fuck that. What did you do?" she asked, still laughing.
"Well, he made this weird as hell noise, which is when I noticed he was even in the damn room to begin with. Luckily, I was towel drying my hair and I was able to kind of cover myself when I ran back up the stairs."
"Did he get a nice view of your ass when you ran back upstairs?" Maxie snickered, taking a sip of her coffee.
Sam just rolled her eyes, "This isn't funny, Maxie. It's humiliating. I've probably scarred the poor boy for life."
Maxie stopped giggling enough to let loose a very attractive snort, rolling her own eyes. "Right, Sam."
A confused expression came over Sam's features as her eyes narrowed slightly in thought, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means, yeah right." Maxie scoffed. "Oh yeah, the poor poor seventeen year old got to see a smoking hot older lady naked. He's probably going to need years of therapy." she said sarcastically. She continued when she saw Sam's skeptical look and threw her hands up dramatically in exasperation. But then again, she always did have a flair for the dramatic and now was not the time to stop. "Sam, you are amazingly hot. You've got legs to die for, an ass to bounce quarters off of, and a rack most women have to pay for."
It was Sam's turn to scoff. "Shut up." she said, crossing her arms over her ample chest, "My body is hardly perfect. I have my flaws just like everyone else."
Sliding a mockingly critical gaze over the parts of Sam that she could see, "Where?" she asked sarcastically, "In your head? Because if you think you are anything less than flawless, then I will agree with you there."
Sam remained silent simply rolling her eyes at her friend's commentary. She was not stupid enough to think that she was unattractive, but she was hardly flawless.
"Fine." Maxie gave up, draining the last of her coffee, "Don't believe me. Anyway, did you hear about..." she began filling Sam in on the latest gossip around town.
The two women had spent the better part of an hour catching up and by the time the pair of them had stepped out of Kelly's, the weather had warmed up some.
"I need to run over to that new boutique on 60th sometime this week. You want to tag along?" Maxie asked, hoisting her white purse higher on her petite shoulder. Sam grabbed her own BlackBerry out of the pocket of her customary leather jacket while Maxie dug hers out of her bra. She claimed that is was the best place to put it most of the time because she could feel it when it vibrated if need be and she had easy access without having to fish it out of too tight pants or dig around in her usually cluttered purse. She could simply pluck it out of her cleavage. The pair of them compared schedules and made a shopping date for Wednesday ate one thirty. They both put their phones back in their respective places-Sam in her pocket, Maxie in her bra- and said their farwells.
"Bye, sweets."Maxie said, leaning over and giving Sam a quick peck on the cheek, which she returned, "Try not to give any more teenagers a free show before I see you next."
"I'll try." Sam said mockingly, waving as the two went their separate directions.
Next chapter we will get into Jake's head a little. This chapter was mostly set up for things to come much later.
And I'm not sure if this was clear, so I feel the need to explain that the prologue is simply an excerpt from a later chapter to come. So, the visual he was having of Sam happened in chapter one.
Hope you enjoyed it,
Heather