Chapter 3
Port Charles, New York – June 21, 2012
Sam sighed of relief when her day finally ended – she had been working all day and she was tired. Waking up early the last couple of days wore her out – but she knew it was because she went back to bed after waking up. She grabbed her purse and vest – it was a cold day for June – and walked to her car.
She drove home and opened the door to the penthouse when she was up, and slammed it behind her, trying to release some of the frustrations of the last two days. After Jason had returned home not remembering anything, she had been trying to get to see him, but he ignored her. Somehow she couldn't blame him – but on the other hand it made her feel worse than she already did. She threw her purse on the desk and walked to the kitchen. She had ordered Chinese last night and she was planning on eating the left over's. Sam took the left over's out of the fridge and heated them. Once the microwave beeped she took it out and started eating.
After finishing she walked to the bathroom upstairs to take a shower, but before she could turn on the water her phone rang.
''Hello,'' she said picking up. She didn't look at the caller ID because she didn't feel like it.
''Sam – it's Carly. I thought I would check up on you,'' she heard Carly say, and she smiled. She knew Carly too well, and she knew there was something she wanted to say.
''I'm ok – I was just planning on jumping in the shower and getting ready to spend a quiet night in. What's up?'' she suddenly asked, and she heard Carly gasp.
''Hey – it's not fair, you know me too well,'' she said, voicing Sam's thoughts a few seconds ago. ''There is a benefit tomorrow, and I need your help – I mean I need you there, because you know what it's about and I cant do this alone,'' Carly rambled, and Sam chuckled.
''I was already planning on going and I know you'll do just fine,'' Sam said. The benefit tomorrow was at the Metro Court, and she had helped set it up today. There would be doctors from all over the world for this event – it was about brain damage.
''Thanks – I'll see you tomorrow,'' Carly said, and before Sam could reply she disconnected the line. Sam shrugged and turned on the water, waited for some time and stepped under the stream. She sighed and relaxed, before starting to wash the day off of her.
Suddenly she heard something downstairs and she tensed. She stepped out of the shower and was glad she had washed out the soap out of her hair earlier. She threw on her bathrobe, and she slowly walked downstairs. She felt her heart beat in her chest. Then, when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Jason standing in the living room. He smiled at her and she widened her eyes.
''Jason,'' she whispered, and he nodded. ''You remember?'' she was surprised he reacted to the name; because last time she said Jason to him he got angry.
''I remember everything,'' he told her, and she widened her eyes and ran to him. He catched her in his arms and she held him tight as she sobbed. He pulled back a little to give her a passionate kiss. He lifted her in his arms and laid her on the couch. He wasn't very careful but she didn't care and just sucked on a part in his neck – and just like she thought, he went crazy when she did that. ''I need you right now – so badly – we'll talk later,'' he moaned, and he took off his shirt. She stared at his chest and then looked him in his eyes, and melted at the passion in his eyes.
''I need you – I need you so badly Jason, I missed you,'' she whispered, and he nodded and removed his jeans.
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John kissed Sam, and he felt the passion roll off of her in waves. He smiled inwardly, and kissed her as she roamed her hands over his body. He was surprised at the feelings he had when he felt her hands, her lips over his body, but he didn't say anything. When she called him Jason, he knew he had to keep up the scam and he kissed her. He wanted her badly, even though he just knew her, and he didn't think. He just acted.
She started squirming beneath him when he made the belt around her waist fall open and the bathrobe too, and when he kissed her breasts one by one she moaned his name. Well, not his name, John thought. It didn't matter, because it felt good to hear her moan, and he didn't pay attention to what she was saying anymore. He moved down to her stomach where he put a trail of kisses, and then moved back up and kissed her on the lips again. Sam opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue in, but soon he broke the kiss and went on to her neck. He seemed to know every spot where she liked to be kissed, even if he didn't. Every time he moved to some place she moaned and squirmed, until she stopped him.
''Jason, I need you inside, now,'' she heaved, and he nodded. He needed to be inside of her now, and he slid off his jeans and boxers at the same time as he looked down at her. She was gorgeous, and he didn't understand how he couldn't have seen it before. He didn't speak when he moved his cock in front of her opening, but he just pushed forward and entered her. She screamed, and he felt how tight she was.
''I'm sorry,'' he moaned, and then he began to move really fast. He needed to get this out of his system; he needed to get her out of his system. She intoxicated him, and he doubted he would get her out of his system with one time, but he should try.
''Jason!'' she screamed as she reached her climax, and soon her fell over the edge with her. It was over soon, and he felt guilty, but then remembered what he was doing here and he cursed. He hadn't planned any of this – he just wanted to talk to her, even ask her out to drink coffee with him some time, but nothing had turned out as planned. He moved out of her and off of her, and grabbed his boxers and jeans and put them back on, without looking at Sam. But then she said, ''Jason – what's wrong?'' and he couldn't act like he remembered her anymore. He felt like he had used her for his pleasure, and he turned to look at her. She had put on her robe again and was looking at him with an expression on her face – a mixture of confusion and sadness. It was like she knew what was going on in his head.
''I'm sorry – I shouldn't have used you like that – I'm not Jason,'' he told her, but somewhere deep inside he felt something stir when he looked at her eyes, the tears that formed in them – and some time when he was inside her, even when he had just looked at her before, he had felt something deeper than he should have.
''No,'' she whispered, and he nodded to confirm what he just said. That's when she broke down. She let the tears fall and he widened his eyes when she hit him in the chest. ''You bastard – you used me! I know you're my husband but even that's too low for you, Jason!''
''Look, I told you I'm not Jason – my name is John and-''
''No, stop that – I know you're Jason, I could feel it! What happened – what did she tell you that made you think you could use me like that?'' she yelled at him, and he shook his head and frowned. He didn't understand – she actually really thought his name was Jason, and he suddenly felt anger rush through his veins.
''You know what – I'm done,'' he snapped, and he got up, ''you think I'm Jason – yeah, I was before I found out this whole town kidnapped me!'' he started pacing and he didn't see the expression on her face. ''Sonny Corinthos and Samantha McCall kidnapped me, and Deb helped me remember,'' he said, even though it was a lie, and he knew it. He didn't remember Deb from before he woke up either.
''Get out,'' she whispered, and he turned to look at her. She had even more tears in her eyes and every time she wiped them away, more returned. ''Get the fuck out, Jason. If you can even believe something like that – I know you can't remember, but you're not even going to give us – Sonny and me – a chance to explain – wait,'' she said, and she paused, ''we don't have anything to explain because we didn't kidnap you. You're name is Jason Morgan – formally Quartermaine – and you've lived here all of your life,'' she snapped, and he frowned. He didn't understand, and he felt like his head was going to explode.
''What do you mean? You're lying,'' he replied, and she nodded.
''Get out, and think about what I said and what just happened – before you dare to come back here and repeat this night,'' she whispered, and he turned around and walked out of the penthouse. As he waited for the elevator he let the night pass in his head, and he noticed something. She was right. He hadn't seen it before – and because he was with Deb, he thought she really was his fiancée. But the more he thought about it, the more he saw the flaws in her story. She told him things about himself that he later found out weren't true. She said they were engaged, but when he woke up he didn't feel anything. Not like he just felt with Sam.
As he stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor and walked to his car, he frowned. What he had just felt with Sam – the deep connection – he didn't feel with Deb. When he had woken up he didn't remember her, and even after 6 months spending all his time with her he still didn't remember a thing. But after spending a couple of hours – not even – with Sam, he felt things, and he knew there was something there. He doubted the story about him being kidnapped now, and that said a lot about what just happened. What if Sam and him really had been together and had loved each other?
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Sam listened to the doors of the elevators open again and frowned. The past hour she had been trying to forget what happened not more than half an hour ago. She went to take another shower and put on something comfortable. She felt stupid for feeling sorry for herself. After Jason – John – had left, she couldn't stop crying. Sam knew he had felt something, and she cursed herself for not seeing anything – he didn't remember and she should've seen it.
''Sam,'' she heard through the door, and she got up and opened the door. She had changed a little earlier, because she somehow knew Carly was going to show up. When Sam saw Carly she couldn't help but let the tears fall. Carly widened her eyes before jumping into action and hugging Sam, and when she walked towards the couch and Sam fell down, she sat down and pulled her in her arms.
''He – he came here and said he remembered,'' she whispered through her sobs, and she looked up at Carly, ''but he didn't. I found out after – god, after we made love, and he told me he was sorry for using me,'' she added, and Carly gasped.
''I heard him talk about someone and I just came over here to tell you – he was talking about trying to get the information but nothing went as planned,'' Carly said softly, and Sam nodded.
''He came here to get me to do something – I don't know, maybe confess to kidnapping him – and he – he kissed me, and one thing led to another and the next thing I know he stands there accusing me and Sonny of kidnapping him,'' she rambled, and Carly sighed.
''I didn't know – I didn't think it would be this bad, Sam. I'm sorry,'' she whispered, and Sam nodded.
''I just want to forget what happened tonight – I don't want to see him again before he get's his memory back, Carly,'' she whispered, and when Carly helped her up and walked upstairs with her, Sam sighed. She knew what he had tried to do, but she hated the feeling. She laid down on the bed and surprisingly enough, she fell asleep right away.