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83. Breakfast.
Samantha Simpson hated mornings.
So much that she would rather sleep right into the afternoon where the sun was high, and everyone was busy. Hell, if it weren't for her responsibilities she would always sleep in. She hated the routine that came with waking up early. The sudden aches and the need to actually be productive was tiring.
She was not like Clover who rose like the sun, bright and cheery. Nor was she like Alex who actually given into the morning if given the right time and coffee.
The older she got, she found new reasons to hate the mornings.
This time there was no loud music blasting throughout the house. There was no soccer ball continually breaking everything in its pass. There was no Clover or Alex arguing about whatever was interesting to them at the moment. She was sure she wasn't even in Beverly hills any more judging from the surroundings she could see outside the window. She was sure there were no cabins where she lived. She was sure there was no forest that was thriving with wildlife near her house. It made her mood become even darker as she took everything in.
Here she was sitting in rickety old chair where in front of her was why this morning sucked. That reason had a smirk on his face and glittering mischievous eyes.
The table that was in between them was the reason why she did not smash his nose with her fist. The temptation was strong.
"Go on Sammie. Don't break my heart now." His voice was oily and the undertone was clear now.
Sam only glared at the delicious foods that were placed there. Pancakes, eggs, bacon and many more breakfast delights were there in the open for them to enjoy.
"Your heart is not going to be the only thing broken if you don't tell me where the hell I am," She growled back at him. She felt angry. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had that fire that he loved. He could tell she was more embarrassed than anything else. But it was not his fault that for her choice of pajamas. Not that he was complaining. He actually liked what he saw and she knew it too.
"I slave over a hot stove all morning and that is how you thank me?" He poked and prodded, he wanted to see more of that fire burn. "Honestly Sam. Didn't your mother dearest ever teach you some manners?"
"Plenty Scam. She also told me to never accept anything from strangers." Sam retorted.
Touché, he thought. He had to give her some credit.
"I wouldn't call myself a stranger to you Sam. I've known you for about five years. I know things about you that you wouldn't dare tell your 'best' friends."
She denied his words almost immediately. The angry huff was a good indication on how ridiculous she thought about that statement. "Please! Five years of only cat and mouse chases and taking your sorry butt to jail doesn't give you enough info to know about me."
"Trust me; you know it was more than that Sammie darling. I know a lot more than you actually think. I did control Whoop for a while. Remember? All your files neatly stored and within an easy reach at the time." He said with a calm voice. Inside he was laughing on how everything was turning out. He absolutely loved it.
"But that is all history now. Come on Sam. Just eat one thing. I promise you that there isn't anything weird in the food."
She didn't want to back down. But, her stomach was rumbling and a headache was forming. The smell was appetizing. Swallowing her pride, she grabbed a biscuit from a nearby bowl.
She ate it slowly and carefully as she was suspicious and didn't trust Scam complete. Scam looked rather pleased with himself. When she swallowed, Sam looked at Scam with a blank expression.
"Disgusting" was all she said to him.
That was a lie and they both knew it.