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MERCEDES
I hadn't noticed the town car parked at the curb outside of my building until the window rolled down, and Sam's sexy voice caught my attention.
"Wanna ride, beautiful?"
I sashayed to the dark car.
"That depends. What kind of a ride are you offering, Mr. Big Prick?"
Sam opened the door catching me by surprise. He tugged my arm and pulled me inside right across his lap in one swift movement.
The playfulness of his action had me smiling, even though it was morning and I hadn't had my second cup of coffee.
That was a rarity.
I giggled, probably sounding like a schoolgirl, but couldn't help myself.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to give my woman a lift to work."
"Your woman? You sound like a caveman." Which I secretly loved.
He buried his face in my neck and breathed in deep. When his breath whooshed out, I felt tension leave his body.
"I missed you last night. You weren't feeling well. Are you better today?"
"I am, actually. I thought I was starting to come down with something. But a good night's sleep made me feel a lot better."
"You know what else can make you feel better?"
His right arm was across my lap keeping me pinned in place while his other hand started to sneak up my thigh. I was wearing a skirt allowing him easy access.
"Let me guess, your penis? Your penis can make me feel better?"
"Now that you mention it, I'm sure it would. But that's not what I had in mind, actually."
"It's not?"
He shook his head slowly.
"Actually, I've been fantasizing about you and how damn sexy you look when you come. And I wanted to have the opportunity to see that before I get to work. I was thinking I'd like to use my...as you put it 'talented fingers' on you, on the way to work today. When I'm inside of you, I'm too distracted to really study your face."
"You want to study my face..." I twirled my finger around pointing in the general vicinity of my lap. "...while you…"
"Finger you. Yes."
I looked into his eyes. He was dead serious. Without unlocking our gaze, I spoke to his driver, "71st and York, please, Mitch."
Sam's pupils dilated as he pushed the button for the privacy divider, with a smile that was a delicious cross between wicked and delighted.
He was dressed for work in his usual custom tailored suit, looking every inch the powerful businessman he was. Yet, in that moment, the only business he was focused on was me.
That look in itself aroused me. So when he kept me on his lap and spread my legs open, I was already wet for him.
He didn't have to work hard to get what he came for. And remarkably, feeling his eyes fixated on me the whole time didn't make me self-conscious.
Instead, it actually heightened what I was feeling by knowing he was getting off on watching me.
We weren't even to the Brooklyn Bridge before I was finished.
Sated, I sighed contently, resting my head against his chest.
"This is so much better than the train."
He chuckled.
"I hope you're referring to my services and not the mode of transportation."
"Of course."
His arms were wrapped around me, and he squeezed me before kissing the top of my head.
"These services are available to you twenty-four seven, Mercedes. Just say the word."
Enjoying the post-release serenity and the feeling of being wrapped in Sam's arms, I was quiet for a while. We both were.
After we had crossed into Manhattan, I knew we didn't have much time left before we arrived at my office, and I felt guilty for not asking about last night yet.
"I loved the picture of you and Madison with your boa that you sent last night. It looked like you had a good first visit."
"She's extraordinary."
I pulled my head from his chest to watch him speak. His eyes lit up as he spoke about her.
"She's smart and funny. And sarcastic. And beautiful." He stroked my cheek. "She's a lot like you, actually."
"Her mother is smart and beautiful."
"How fucked up would it be for me to say I went home last night thinking I wished she was ours?"
"Pretty fucked up." I paused. "But also honest and sweet."
"I can't wait for you to meet her."
That was terrifying to me.
"I'm not sure I'm ready for that."
Sam nodded as if he understood, although I saw the hurt in his eyes.
"But I want to hear all about her from you. I just think we need to take this slow. I don't really know the first thing about children, and we're still figuring our own relationship out."
I felt his body stiffen.
"I've already figured our relationship out."
"I didn't mean…"
"It's fine. I understand, Mercedes."
A few hours later, I was sorting through the daily mail, putting aside the ones that I thought had potential.
These few caught my attention.
Dear Sue,
My boyfriend and I have been together for a little over four months. I love him, and he has told me he loves me, too. My concern is he doesn't make me feel special, wanted, or desired. He's never anxious to see me, and I often need to initiate sexual activity. I've attempted to speak to him about this, but it hasn't changed things. Am I being foolish for needing to feel wanted?
-Carla, Jersey City
Dear Sue,
My boyfriend, Tony, and I moved in together six months ago. One week after we signed the lease, he lost his job…
-Michelle, Manhattan
Dear Sue,
My husband seems to have lost his sexual desire…
-Andrea, NYC
Dear Sue,
I'm dating a man who is thoughtful and caring. The problem is he's a slob and…
-Paula, Brooklyn
Dear Sue,
I fear I let the love of my life slip through my fingers a few years back. Everyone that I meet pales…
-Richard, Queens
By the time I was done, I wanted to bang my head on the desk.
I'd already felt like shit about the way Sam and I left off this morning. And reading about all of these relationship problems made me realize how unappreciative I truly was.
Here Sam was, coming all the way out to Brooklyn to pick me up, putting everything out there by telling me how much he missed me...not to mention, delivering a pretty damn spectacular early morning orgasm while taking no physical pleasure for himself. And what did I do? Make him feel like shit.
Nice job, Mercedes.
The thing was, I wanted him more than I even knew it was possible to want another human being. And that thought scared the living hell out of me.
Even more so now that there was a child involved.
I sat back in my seat and tried to imagine my life without him. It didn't take long to realize I was screwed. Because I no longer could.
It also made me realize I was being one hell of a shitty girlfriend.
Taking a deep breath, I reached for my phone.
Mercedes: I'm sorry about this morning. I do want to meet Madison.
The little dots began jumping immediately. I wondered if he was having trouble concentrating because of the way we left things, too.
Sam: Are you sure?
Mercedes: She's an extension of you, and I want to know all of you.
My phone sat quiet for a few minutes, and I waited impatiently for a response.
Sam: Thank you, Mercedes.
Mercedes: No. Thank you.
Sam: For this morning?
Mercedes: For being the man you are.
I was relatively calm again after that. At least for two more days. Until Saturday when we were on our way to lunch to meet Jennifer and Madison.
"You told Jennifer I was coming, right?"
"Yes."
"And she didn't object."
Sam's jaw flexed, and he didn't say anything. Then again, he didn't need to.
"She doesn't want me here," I sighed.
"It doesn't matter what she wants."
"Of course it does. She's Madison's mother."
We were riding in the back of his car. Traffic was very light and we were more than a half hour early for lunch.
My nerves were already on edge and this new little piece of information...knowing Jennifer had voiced she didn't want me there...made my head pound.
"If she had a legitimate concern for the welfare of Madison, I would've agreed to put off introducing you. But she didn't, and it's important to me."
He reached for my hand and squeezed.
"What was her concern then?"
Again, that telling muscle in his jaw flexed.
"It's not important."
Even though I wanted to know, I left it be. Mostly because we pulled up on 3rd Avenue and Mitch interrupted.
"60th is closed. Got some kind of a crane in the street, so they have the entire thing blocked off."
"That's fine. We'll get out here," Sam responded.
After exiting the car, he checked his watch before extending his hand to help me out and didn't let go after shutting the door behind me.
"Do you want to go to the restaurant early?" he asked.
"It's nice out. Why don't we take a walk around the block?"
I figured sitting and waiting would be way more stressful than taking a walk on a beautiful day.
Midway through our stroll, we passed a dance studio. And it dawned on me, Jennifer had told Sam that Madison had just started a new session of dance classes, not too far from Serendipity 3.
"Is this where Madison is?"
"I don't know," Sam replied.
We slowed, but the large glass front window was mirrored so no one could see in.
After we had passed, a woman's voice called after us.
"Sam."
Turning back, we found Jennifer holding open the door to the dance studio.
"Jennifer." Sam nodded. "You remember, Mercedes."
She flashed a practiced megawatt smile.
"I do. How nice to see you."
'Sure, it is,' I thought.
"Class doesn't end for another twenty minutes. But you can watch through the viewing room. It's a one-way glass so she won't see you watching her practice."
Sam looked to me, and I nodded.
Inside, the viewing room was filled with parents. Most sitting around and chatting, not even looking through the glass at the class on the other side.
Sam was different. He hesitantly walked to the window. I did too.
The room was filled with four and five-year-old girls wearing ballet tutus.
I searched for Madison amongst the sea of mostly pink. But she would've stood out even if she wasn't the most adorable little girl in the room.
Her outfit was neon green...as opposed to what the others were wearing.
"She refuses to conform and wear what the other girls wear to class. I'm hoping she'll grow out of it," Jennifer said.
Sam just kept watching the little girl in fascination.
"I'm hoping she doesn't."
Suddenly, Jennifer's eyes were narrowed on me.
She was wearing a cream pants suit with a navy, silk camisole that was feminine, expensive and stylish. But certainly nothing you wouldn't find on a dozen women in the Upper West Side at any time.
"This is a new class for her. She used to come on Tuesday nights while her father..." She realized what she had said and corrected herself. "While Callum went to the gym across the street. The last session ended a few weeks ago, and I thought it was best to switch to the weekend so she wouldn't have to be reminded of the old routine."
Sam nodded.
A pregnant woman came by.
"You're Madison's mom, right?"
"Yes."
The woman's hands had been folded on top of her enormous belly before she extended one to Jennifer.
"I'm Annabelle's mom, Candace. Annabelle wouldn't stop talking about Madison last week after class. And I thought maybe we could get the girls together sometime."
"Sure. I'm certain Madison would love that."
Sam had been riveted to the glass, his eyes following his daughter's every move, but he turned around to face the woman."
She smiled.
"You must be Madison's dad. She's the spitting image of you, isn't she?"
Sam froze, staring hard at Jennifer.
Noncommittal, she introduced him.
"Candace, this is Sam Evans."
The woman extended her hand and looked to me since I was now facing her, too.
"Are you the nanny?"
That snapped Sam out of it. He wrapped his hand around my waist possessively. And with a bite to his tone, he said,
"This is Mercedes. My girlfriend."
Sam didn't notice, but Jennifer caught my eye and hers sparkled with amusement at the 'nanny' comment.
Bitch!
We slipped out before the class ended, not wanting Madison to find us there and told Jennifer we'd meet her at the restaurant.
Out on the street, the fresh air felt good. I could finally breathe better.
"That woman does not like me," I said.
"She's jealous of you. She's always been insecure of her looks," Sam replied.
"Her? She's gorgeous."
Sam stopped on the street.
"She's attractive, of course. But she's ordinary. Unlike you." He reached out and held my face with both hands. "You're extraordinary."
He was completely serious and the way he looked at me, the doubts that had again risen up inside of me were put to rest.
Madison literally skipped into Serendipity 3 fifteen minutes later. She hadn't changed out of her dance outfit, and it was impossible not to smile watching her.
After a brief pause where Jennifer pointed to our table, she skipped the rest of the way to where we were seated.
Sam stood.
"Madison," he nodded and smiled.
"Bug."
She put all her weight behind her, reached back and slapped her hand into the air for him to high five.
He was caught off guard for a brief moment, almost missing the hand connection.
The exchange was comical. High-fiving was so…not Samly.
When he sat back down, I leaned in.
"Bug?"
He whispered back.
"As in Sam I Am. Apparently, I have a nickname."
"What's your name?" Madison climbed up on her chair and kneeled. She was sitting directly across from me.
"My name is Mercedes. It's nice to meet you, Madison."
"Mercedes?"
"That's right." She got it on the first try. Impressive for a four year old.
"I love your hair. Mom, I want to do that to my hair."
Jennifer picked up the menu.
"I don't think so."
"Are you Sam's wife?"
"No."
"Are you his..."
Jennifer again interrupted her curious daughter.
"Mercedes is Sam's friend, sweetheart. Now, why don't you sit down on the chair properly?"
She shrugged.
"But I like sitting on my knees. I can reach things better."
"Sit. If you need something, and you can't reach it, I'll get it for you."
Madison pouted but planted her little butt in the seat properly.
"Do you remember the time we came here after we landed the Donovan account?" Jennifer asked Sam.
"No."
His response was quick. It was clear he remembered but was trying to move her from the subject.
Lowering her eyes to the menu, Jennifer smiled broadly.
"That's too bad. But I'm sure you remember later that evening."
"Bug, what are you going to get?" Madison asked.
"I don't know yet, sweetheart. What are you going to get?"
She scrunched up her entire face and held her pointer finger to her nose in deep thought.
"The iced hot chocolate."
"I take it you've been here before?" he asked.
"I used to come every week after dance with my dad." Her little face faltered. Then she directed her next question to me. "Did you know my dad, too, Mercedes?"
"Umm..."
Sam rested his hand on my knee under the table and responded for me.
"She didn't get to meet your dad, Madison."
"You know what my dad would get every week?"
"What's that?"
She wrinkled up her nose like something smelled.
"Coffee."
Sam set down his menu. He hadn't even taken a look at it.
"I'll have what you're having, Madison."
She smiled so big, I could almost count all her little white teeth. Points for this wonderful guy beside me.
When the waiter came to take our order, I ordered a frozen hot chocolate, too.
Jennifer ordered just coffee.
But the waiter left Madison a tin can filled with crayons and a paper kids menu for coloring. She immediately set to work.
"What's your favorite color, Bug?"
"Blue." Sam's eyes narrowed to the tips of my hair. "Yours?"
"Green. I wanted to paint my room green, but mommy said it wasn't beckoning of a little girl's room."
At that, Jennifer chimed in.
"Becoming. I said it wasn't becoming of a little girl's room."
Madison shrugged and went back to coloring.
"So, Mercedes. What do you do?" Jennifer asked.
"I work for a columnist. Ask Sue."
"The relationship column?"
"That's the one."
She fake smiled.
"I'll have to remember that, the next time I'm looking for advice."
I nodded.
"How did you two meet?" she asked.
"Sam wrote into the column for relationship advice a few years back."
"He did?" Jennifer's eyes went wide.
Although I thoroughly enjoyed her reaction, I figured it was best not to screw with her too much.
"I'm just messing with you. We met on the train. Well…sort of. He left his phone behind, and I found it."
"Sam was taking the train?"
"He did that day."
Sam squeezed my knee.
"Mommy doesn't take the train. But daddy and I used to take it together!" Madison announced factually.
Speaking of Callum didn't seem to upset her as I thought it would. She continued coloring and then her pointer finger returned to her nose.
It was clear that it was her thinking position, and it was freaking adorable.
"Will you come to my birthday party?" she asked Sam
And I saw his face wilt. He didn't even know when his daughter's birthday was. There was so much he needed to catch up on.
I responded.
"When is your birthday?"
"May 29th."
"What kind of a party are you having?"
"A princess party. Will you come?"
My eyes flashed to Jennifer for assistance.
"Her party is at our summer home in the Hamptons."
Madison interjected,
"It's big. You can stay with us."
"I was actually going to ask Sam if he wanted to join us, Madison."
She made it clear the invitation was not a plus one.
But Sam didn't seem to give a shit.
"Mercedes and I would very much like to attend your birthday party, sweetheart. We'll see if we can make that happen. Thank you for the invitation."
When it was time to go, I saw in Sam's eyes he wasn't ready to leave his daughter yet.
His daughter.
It still didn't seem real.
Out in front of the restaurant, Madison gave me a quick squeeze goodbye and then turned to Sam.
He crouched down at eye level on the street and spoke to her.
"Is there something special you want for your birthday, sweetheart?"
Her finger went to the tip of her nose while she looked up to the sky.
When she looked Sam square in the eyes and delivered her answer, she couldn't have known the irony of fate.
"I want my dad back."
Please forgive any extreme mistakes. I did this before I went to work.
You guys know the score...bonus chapter later, seeing as this was posted early.
Stay safe!