I have a bad habit of writing new fics and never updating them again so attempting to break the curse with this one especially since you guys have been SO KIND in the comments! :D
So here I am with chapter 3!
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A low moan left Sam's lips as she tossed and turned again. Behind her closed eyes her encounter with Tim Scam replayed itself in full color and stereophonic sound like a scene from a movie but this time it went much further than it had earlier that night...
Sam mewled, her eyes sealing themselves tight as she felt the steaminess of his burning mouth touch the bare notch of her jugular and feelings she hadn't experienced in so long reawakened inside her with such a force that she could not contain them.
She helplessly moaned, her long, red, painted nails scaling Scam's broad back every which way as they tore through the black wool of his trench coat while he kept her pinned with the strength of his body against the cold bricks of the dark alley wall.
A purr left her mouth as his right hand, big and searing with heat trailed her entire form and ignited it with its provocative touch. It brushed her knee, then moved up the inside of her thigh, pausing to play with the slit in her dress and tickle her naked flesh before it proceeded to her hip, slithered up her waist then at last crawled all the way to her breast and cupped it firmly.
Feeling him squeeze at her there and then chuckle in amusement at the startled sound she made at his overt brazenness, Sam growled. Wanting some payback for this blissful torture he was making her endure her hands moved up from his back to the back of his head, her fingers twisting into his hair as she grabbed his cropped, chestnut strands in her fists and used them to drag his face back up to hers once more.
Their eyes both shadowy as the night around them met for a split second, emerald blending into sea foam as they exchanged a sizzling look of blazing lust before her mouth slammed against his in another clamorous kiss which he more than eagerly responded to.
But it wasn't enough for her. She craved more. She needed more. God how she needed more.
Her hands released his face and instead grabbed his waist. With it she lured him even closer to herself ignoring that there was already no space left between them. She groaned loudly into his mouth, threw caution to the wind, and moved again shoving both her hands under the tight fabric of his black t-shirt allowing them to finally touch the bare surface of his smooth skin as they'd been itching to all night long.
The fact that her mouth was muffling his didn't stop him from grunting in surprise as he felt her feeling up his body, caressing the abs and muscles that were overbearing in the planes of his buff torso.
But his shock only lasted half a second as he responded to this boldness of hers with some more of his own.
His fingers swiped at her back expertly locating the silver zipper of her dress. And this time it was she who gasped when in one swift motion, he ripped it down completely exposing her...
A yelp leaving her Sam sat up in the bed with a start. Her heart panged hard inside her, her entire body shook as she looked around half expecting to find Scam there with her in the confines of her small bedroom. But he wasn't there and with that realization she finally started to calm down.
Her hands held her face as she sat there still exhaling and inhaling deeply in reaction to the vision she'd just seen. As much as she'd been trying not to think about it, it seemed that because it had just been so long since she'd last been with a man, that her mind was fixated on Tim Scam because of that kiss she'd regrettably shared with him.
She tried scolding it to stop because what was done was done. There was no point harbouring guilt over it. She couldn't go back and erase it from existence and she had to stop driving herself crazy.
She was safe from him, nothing more was ever going to happen between them. She was far away from that restaurant and no longer in that alley. Scam wasn't going to come stalk her in the night, he wasn't going to find her. Heck, he didn't even know where she lived. That was just one chance run-in and it was over. She had to stop ... fantasizing about it.
Still feeling her adrenaline pumping hard and seeking some clarity she threw off her blanket and got up leaving her room and heading into another. Slowly and quietly to not wake her, she cracked open the door to her daughter's room and instantly she found solace as she looked upon her sleeping angel.
Josie lay on the bed curled up with her small arms hugging a stuffed toy. One of her tiny feet were sticking out of her blue blanket and soft snores escaped her nostrils as she sucked on her thumb.
Her heart melting to mush inside her, Sam walked over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching out she tenderly stroked her crimson hair and carefully pulled her hand from mouth holding it in her own as she shifted on the mattress and lay down beside her.
Cuddling her little darling close to her chest she was finally able to sleep peacefully for the rest of the night.
His leather gloved hand aimed another hard blow towards the punching bag dangling before him and then another and then another one while sweat trickled down his shirtless body. It was well past 4 am yet no matter what he did, he just couldn't shut himself off. And there was one reason, just one reason for the insane restlessness he was feeling.
"Damn it!" he hissed as he landed one final punch that almost took the bag off its mount and come crashing down to the floor. Scam ran a hand through his already messy hair making it stand on end as a groan of complaint left him at not even this, pushing himself past the brink of exhaustion, doing anything to take his mind off what seemed to now be its favourite subject.
"Samantha Simpson, get the hell out of my head!" He shouted in the dark, the echoes of his scream reverberating throughout the room only to come back to his own ears and again remind him of her. It was funny how one little meeting, one small glimpse of her could disturb the peace that he'd had for so many years. And he could only wonder why that was.
Was it because seeing an old enemy out of the blue like that had stumped him? Or was it perhaps instead because a fragment of his past, the one that had been missing in the puzzle of his present all along, suddenly came and stood before him giving him a shot at finally getting it this time?
Suddenly a knock at his front door cut through the buzzing of his thoughts. His eyes went wide as his heart raced with anticipation. Could it be? Her? Here and now? Again?
Unable to stop himself he walked over to the door in big steps and ripped it open honestly expecting to see a fiery redhead with limpid green eyes only to growl when he saw the smirking man standing there instead.
"Should have known this is where you'd be," the black-haired, blue-eyed male who was of equal age to him taunted as he shrugged. "Dunno why I wasted my time dropping by the house, of course you'd be in hiding after being slapped."
Darren.
Scam bit his cheek hard to keep from screaming. Why did he put up with him?
He did his best to keep his face blank and not reveal that he'd only opened this door tonight on the chance that it may be a certain lady in red dropping by to take care of the business she'd left unfinished with him hours prior.
But even without him saying those words, Darren seemed to extract them from his silence as he took a good look at him before letting out a low whistle and shaking his head while looking amused. "She stung you good didn't she?"
He dared to laugh at him as his eyes landed smack dab on the red splotch in a shape of a dainty, female hand which was still apparent on the tanned skin of his left cheek. "Yea, you're still in pain."
"What do you want Darren?!" Scam snapped infuriated, unable to deal with this any longer. Was it too much to ask to be left alone to brood in peace?
"The story," Darren answered simply as he pushed past him and let himself into his abode. "…Or rather the audio of it as I've already seen the picture."
He grinned as he pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans, an SD card and held it up for him to see.
Scam's jaw dropped recognizing that it came from one of the restaurant's security cameras. And he didn't have to guess to know exactly what footage was captured on it. He hadn't watched it, had he? Oh wait a minute, he'd already told him that he had.
Scam growled and immediately snatched it before snapping that he was not having this conversation and barking at him to get out.
"Relaaaaaax romeo!" Darren chuckled amused and stepped back holding up his hands in defence when Tim almost swung at him for calling him that. "I didn't come here just to poke your wounds, I also brought those papers you wanted from me. Documents from the Bates acquisition?"
Scam blinked for a quiet moment as he slowly remembered the actual reason he'd been at Darren's restaurant tonight. Something he'd entirely forgotten about after his unexpected little adventure with Sam.
"So if you don't want to talk, can we at least work?" Darren suggested harmlessly enough.
Scam slowly nodded, turning on some lights to make the place more welcoming but not before giving his partner a warning look to keep this visit of his just about business and nothing more.
As Darren made himself comfortable on a couch he went to go freshen up with a quick shower and make some coffee, fully giving up on trying to sleep because by now he'd accepted it wasn't going to happen. He might as well use this time productively.
But all the while he found himself hoping that he would actually be able to focus on work because honestly? He hadn't been able to on anything else since seeing her.
"Wake up Sleepyhead!" Sam called out playfully as she tickled her daughter's belly the next morning.
Josie let out a loud squeal and erupted into a fit of uncontrollable giggles while she begged her to please stop.
"Mommy n-no! Mommy pwease! I-it tickles!" She wheezed out while squirming to get away from her and Sam giggled finally taking mercy on her. Letting her recover her oxygen Sam watched her for a long moment with loving, motherly eyes before gently stroking her forehead as she spoke to her in gentle whispers. "Did my little princess sleep well? Mommy's sorry for going out like that last night without telling you."
"It okay mommy," Josie smiled up at her forgiving her easily. Her mommy was always so busy working that she didn't like making her feel bad if she couldn't be around sometimes. "I had fun with Auntie Clover!"
"You sure love your auntie Clover, don't you?" Sam asked and Josie nodded her head so hard that she almost resembled a Bobblehead doll. And Sam could not say just how grateful she was for the blonde. Honestly if she didn't have her in her life then she'd have fallen apart entirely so long ago. She was the only friend that she hadn't lost, the only one she hadn't managed to ... push away.
Thoughts of a certain raven-haired, amber-eyed girl who had once been just as close to her as Clover, had been like a sister she'd wanted but never had came back to torment her. Her face fell as she remembered Alexandra Vasquez. A woman that no doubt Josie would love like an aunt just as greatly as she did Clover but she'd never even met her and now, after this many years ... she didn't think she ever would.
Alex and Clover still kept in touch; a phone call here, a text message there but she hadn't heard from or seen Alex in years. She also knew that whenever Clover tried to update her on her life, Alex always shut down the conversation. And for good reason. Why would she want to know anything about someone she hated?
Feeling her eyes moisten as they always did when she reflected back on her own stupidity that had led to nothing but burnt bridges and scorched relationships with so many people she'd loved and cherished, Sam sought a distraction to stop her tears. Seconds later she thankfully found one.
Her eyes suddenly narrowed as they finally noticed the plush toy that Josie had been clutching in her sleep. She'd never seen it before. "Josie where did this come from?" Sam asked as she pointed to the doll that lay face down on the mattress amidst the covers.
Josie looked to her side to see that her mommy was pointing at her prince charming doll that she was supposed to keep hidden. "Uh oh!" She thought before twiddling her thumbs as she thought long and hard for a way to keep this secret still.
"... My stowybook?" She whispered a moment later raising her chubby arm and pointing to the shelf in her room that all her books were placed on and smiling cutely hoping that that would work.
"Josiiiiiie," Sam muttered sternly letting her know that it didn't and with a small sigh she looked down in her lap and quietly mumbled out the truth to her mom. "Auntie Clover."
"Auntie Clover!" Sam repeated rolling her eyes. As much as she appreciated her, Clover really needed to stop giving Josie whatever she set her eyes on. It would make her grow up to think that everything in life was attainable just because you wanted it, something that couldn't be further from reality.
Grumbling to herself Sam picked up the doll. "I'm gonna have to have a word with Clover about this," she huffed as she inspected the toy to see if it was still in a good enough condition to be returned to the store it had come from. Thankfully it was and she moved to stash it until she could take it back only to stop at the sound of small, and very miserable sounding voice speaking up from behind her.
"...It not vewy nice to take Pwince Charming away from a pwincess mommy."
Sam's eyes went wide and she dropped her head in defeat finding herself smiling at just how cute her little Josie was. And try as she might ... she just couldn't do it.
"Okay..." she said turning back around and holding the prince out to her sadly pouting kid. "You can keep him. Just this one, last time."
Josie squealed in joy and almost tumbled over as she grabbed him from her hands. With a moony look on her face she hugged him and sighed happily.
Sam watched her just do that, look so content with her prince and she couldn't stop some words from slipping from her lips.
"...As long as you realize that he's just a toy."
Her words caught Josie's attention immediately and her little girl looked up at her with visible confusion all over her face.
"Prince Charming doesn't exist in real life honey," Sam found herself counselling, advising her already. "Not for most girls anyway."
"He does too!" Josie argued while tightening her grip on her doll determinedly.
But Sam shook her head, wanting her to understand this important life lesson before she ended up hurt one day like she had. "No sweetie, Prince Charming is just make believe. Save for a few lucky girls, a..." She wondered how to say this before she spoke again. "Few chosen princesses."
"Make bewieve?" She heard Josie ask and she nodded elaborating. "There are no castles in real life, no magical fairy godmothers, and rarely ever a handsome prince on a white horse just waiting to rescue you from your miseries."
No, he was more likely to be the reason for your suffering in the first place, Sam thought, unforgotten bitterness overriding her once more.
But then she caught the scared look on little Josie's face and bit her tongue to stop it from saying more. As much as she wanted to protect her and ensure that she didn't make the same mistakes that she had, Josie was just too small, too young to get this yet. It was best to let her stay innocent a little while longer, to let her dream while she still could.
A knock sounded at the door at just the right time and Josie's eyes lit up once more as excitement spread across every inch of her small face. "Auntie Clover!"
"Yes that should be your auntie Clover," Sam said as she went to let her in. They were supposed to take Josie to the park this morning and then have lunch together.
But the second the door opened Sam was surprised to see how glamorously Clover was dressed in a hot, pink dress with flawless makeup, looking more like she was going to a party instead of just the park.
She was about to ask her what was up when Clover gave her an apologetic look and told her that she had to cancel their plans today.
"I'm sooo sorry Sammie! But my agent told me about this job that I just couldn't pass up!"
Sam nodded her head in understanding unable to find it in herself to be upset. Clover never cancelled her plans especially when they had to do with Josie, this had to be a super important modelling offer and she wouldn't be anything but happy for her landing it.
But Josie was not so understanding as she stamped her feet and pouted hard having run to the door also, too excited to see Clover again so soon.
"Awww!" She whined leaving Clover to frown sadly as she immediately tried to comfort her.
"I'm sorry pumpkin, but it's super important," Clover tried to explain as she bent down to ruffle Josie's untidy bed head.
She was doing this for her anyway. Having gone to that restaurant after leaving Sam's place last night she'd been glad that she'd gotten her foot inside just as the doors were closing for the night.
After selling the lie to the staff about being a past acquaintance of Scam's (citing details like his rarely used middle name that she'd seen in his WOOHP file once and other similar tidbits about him that only a friend would know) who'd lost touch and urgently needed to talk to him, she'd been led to the manager who'd kindly given her his office address and told her she could find him there clearly choosing not to tell her where he lived just in case she wasn't whom she claimed to be and was instead some crazy stalker. Apparently he got quite a few of those.
She'd then gone home and called his office to find out that it would be open tomorrow and she'd decided she'd drop by right away and that was just where she was headed now, something she couldn't reveal just yet.
Finding the mini redhead still pouting and looking at the wooden floor instead of at her, she sighed, trying again to seek her permission to go. "Can I go? Please Josie? Pretty, pretty please?"
Josie only stayed miffed for another minute before she dropped her frown. "Okie, you can go. But only if you tell mommy that she wong first!"
"Wrong about what?" Clover asked, easily translating Josie's kiddie talk because she was so used to hearing it. A second later she received her answer.
"Mommy said that Pwince Charming isn't weal!"
Sam ran a hand down her face and let out a long sigh at Josie once again tattling on her to Clover like this. The two of them honestly acted more like best friends than aunt and niece.
"She said what?!" Sam heard Clover say and she gave her a small, warning glare as she moved to get the bathroom ready to brush Josie's teeth and give her the shower she needed to before they had breakfast.
"Don't you get started now!" Sure Josie was a kid and didn't know better but Clover was a grown woman and knew she wasn't wrong about what she'd said.
But she was left surprised when Clover didn't back her up as she'd hoped she would and instead said something to Josie that she just couldn't understand.
"Wellllll maybe mommy says so because her Prince Charming is in ... disguise."
Sam froze in her place as she wondered what Clover meant with those words. The only man that Clover knew she'd fallen for was no prince. And his disguise had only been one of deceitfulness.
"...Dyzagous?" Josie epically mispronounced leaving Clover to laugh hard as she picked her up in her arms and rocked her while explaining.
"You know how sometimes a Prince Charming doesn't seem like a Prince Charming? Like in ... hmm..." She hummed under her breath in thought before continuing. "Beauty and the Beast! The prince doesn't seem like much of a prince at the beginning but we allllll know how the story ends! Sometimes it takes taking a second glance at a guy, a second chance to see who ... he really is."
Sam stood there in silence having listened to every word the blonde had said. And somehow she had a feeling that she wasn't talking about Josie's dad this time but ... Tim Scam.
She whipped around to look at Clover with questioning eyes but she immediately looked away with a nervous cough.
Putting Josie down Clover told herself to stop it because she was getting way too ahead of herself. She needed to stick to the plan and find out where Scam stood and what was really going on before blurting out things like that.
"Well I have to run! But I'll try my best to be back soon and then we'll all go out somewhere fun to make up for my missing the park. It'll be my treat!"
"Yay!" Josie screamed joyfully while Sam attempted to get out of this because Clover already did way too much for her and her daughter.
But before she could even open her mouth Clover saw it coming and held up her hand. "What? You won't celebrate my big modelling gig with me?" She snorted offended. "Ugh! I thought we were best friends!"
Once again Sam found herself giving up. "Okay fine," she relented as Clover clapped her hands together and smirked. "That's much better! I'll see you later kay Sammie? Bye Josie!" Clover waved at the little one.
"Buh-bye Auntie!" Josie waved back at her as she turned and finally left.
When the door closed Clover took a deep breath in before hailing a cab to downtown L.A. towards her destination. A towering, black dual skyscraper building known as "The Scam Towers".
Sam had just finished doing the dishes from breakfast when there was knock at the door. Was Clover back already?
Glancing at Josie who was happily munching on the last few pieces of blueberry pancake that she'd cut for her with her big wooden spoon, Sam decided she was safe to go check who it was.
She grabbed a kitchen towel from its place on the knob of a high cupboard dying her hands off with it and taking off her apron before she went to the door. Opening it she smiled to see the face of the woman before her. It wasn't Clover but it was someone she had been looking forward to seeing.
"Kelsey," she nodded in greeting at the woman who was around her age and from the neighbourhood.
"Hi!" The auburn haired, hazel-eyed woman greeted back cheerfully. It was easy to see all the happiness on her face; she was absolutely glowing. But she knew why, didn't she? In one week ... Kelsey was getting married.
As she smiled back at her Sam could not help but feel the tiny bit of jealously she always did when this subject came up because for her, every wedding was a reminder of her sad past.
"I just came by to drop off the payment," Kelsey said holding out a white envelope to her with a kind smile and Sam felt nothing but relief fill her as she took it from her. Lifting the seal she was surprised to find more than they'd agreed on and looked back at Kelsey with her eyes wide.
Kelsey just shrugged and said, "It's more than deserved."
"Wow, thanks Kelsey..." Sam softly whispered when she found her voice. She could not put into words how grateful she was for her patronage. Kelsey would never know that she had just saved her from not having enough to pay off this month's rent with her generosity.
"I should be thanking you," Kelsey smiled kindly. "I still can't believe that the dress Kimberley wore at her wedding didn't come from some haute couture designer!"
Her eyes glazed over in wonder for a moment as she remembered that dress. It was more beautiful than words and she still couldn't fathom how this one woman had created it all by herself. The second her friend had told her where she'd gotten her dress she'd immediately contacted Samantha to see if she'd be gracious enough to make her her wedding dress also. Thankfully she'd accepted the commission and just some days later, presented a sketch for her gown that was beyond her wildest dreams.
"You're extremely talented," she couldn't help but say leaving Sam to smile at the compliment. It meant so much to her to have her work appreciated even if she'd once dreamt of it being admired on a much larger scale.
But that was no longer possibility so it was nice that she could still somewhat live out her dream in this small way.
"Thanks so much. I'll have it ready by tomorrow I promise. I just need to put on some finishing touches."
"I'm looking forward to it!" Kelsey exclaimed excitedly before assuring her that she would make sure to spread word around and make it known to everyone who made her dress. Sam thanked her for that because word of mouth recommendations were so key especially when she didn't have the funds to advertise herself.
If she got the right client (even if that didn't happen often as most women went to stores or to legit designers for their wedding dress instead of get one that was handmade by let's face it, a nobody) it would once again help her out with her bills.
As she closed the door and went to work on the dress, deciding to do that now and take Josie to the park later because she was crunched for time and only got Saturday to work on personal projects having to work every other day of the week including Sunday, she prayed to God that someone would see her handiwork at Kelsey's wedding and come looking for her to make another for them.
She just hoped and hoped that there would be a wedding in her future soon.
To say that she was at a loss for words was a massive understatement.
Clover was sitting in a rather comfortable chair in the lobby of Scam's rather posh office building after she'd successfully taken over some woman's time slot to see him by claiming to be her, another model he had on his meeting schedule for today, a Miss Lucia Bisset that he was going to be interviewing for an ad campaign he was running for another business venture of his.
Luckily for her, his secretary was majorly swamped and hadn't taken the time to confirm that she was actually her, taking her neat appearance and modelling portfolio as obvious signs that she was the mentioned woman and letting her take a seat to wait for when he called for her to be sent in.
Looking around at her surroundings Clover was trying her best to wrap her head around the fact that this, all of this, belonged to her former foe. Sure when Sam had told her that he'd given up crime and gone and become a business tycoon she'd expected for him to be living a life of luxury but not to this insane degree. He was legitimately living the life of a king while in the same span of time Sam's life had become what his once used to be: total ruins.
"Sammie deserves this kind of life!" Was all she could think of as she imagined her best friend in the center of all of this, by Scam's side. Something she could be if that kiss they'd shared last night hadn't gone quite the way Sam had told her it had.
She glanced at the polished black door with silver inlays that was a couple of feet from her that Scam was hidden behind and grew more impatient. She was just dying to see him and ask him her burning question just as she had been since last night.
"Is he always late?" She found herself asking to his secretary who didn't even look up from the laptop she was speedily typing on as she dismissed her with a practiced: he's a busy man, he'll be with you shortly.
Clover did her best not to sigh at that. It was now 2 hours past the time of her appointment and she was anxious.
"So tell me more about your boss," she said to his secretary, deciding this was as good a place as any to snoop.
"He's great at his job," the woman said leaving her to roll her eyes as she thought about what a cheerleader she was for Scam before sitting up straighter and deciding to just get to the juicy information that she craved. "Is he uh ... in a relationship?"
That finally got the woman to look at her. "Why?" She let out a small chuckle and gave her a hard stare. "You interested?"
"Whaaaaat? No, No!" Clover insisted shaking her head but the lady didn't seem offended as she said that if she was then she'd hardly be the first to be. Too busy to converse with her, the woman grabbed a magazine from behind her desk, the latest edition of Totally Famous, Totally Luscious (1) and handed it to her.
"Page 10 onward, everything you wanna know about his personal life is in here."
"Scam's featured in Totally Famous, Totally Luscious?!" Clover screamed inside her head as she took the magazine back to her seat and opened it.
Nostalgia hit her so hard with the scent of those glossy pages that she smiled. Back in the day, Sam, Alex, and her never missed an issue of this magazine because it highlighted only the hottest and richest, most influential men in America.
And when she flipped to page 10 as promised, Tim Scam was gracing the top spot in the countdown.
"Damn..." she thought to herself as she eyed the image of him sitting there on a couch, smirking his infamous smirk and looking ultra handsome in an all-black suit in what was apparently his multi-million dollar Bel Air mansion.
"He really did turn himself into Prince Charming..."
With wide eyes she read every word written about him and became more and more impressed. But the part that stuck to her more than the many mentions of his wealth and business prowess was the little note about his love life.
It said that he tended to keep women at arm's length because he was far too caught up with work and didn't have any time for romance.
Yet he'd kissed Sam last night ... why?
"Miss Bisset?"
"Huh?!" Clover almost jumped when the secretary called the name she was posing as. "You can go in now."
It seemed that her question was finally about to be answered.
Taking in a deep breath she got up, twisted the doorknob engraved with the letters TS, and let herself inside.
Just like the exterior, the interior of his private office space was a reflection of him. There were modern, high-end furnishings in a combination of black and gray, statement art pieces, the walls were painted dark with Gothic patterns decorating them, and a glistening, minimalist, 3-tiered chandelier dangled above the large desk he sat at.
Because he hadn't noticed her yet, for a moment she just stood there staring at him. He truly hadn't changed at all and was instantly recognizable as the man she'd once helped arrest countless time.
But there was one difference in his appearance from back then and that was the now dull, red print that could still be seen on his cheek, the site where Sam had left her mark on him and she was hoping that she'd done so on far more than just his face.
"That mark has faded but your memory hasn't, has it?" She declared boldly with her eyes locked on Scam. "You're still thinking about her ... aren't you?"
"...What the hell?" Scam thought as he went slack. For a second he asked himself if Darren had come to pester him again but then stopped realized that this voice was female and it was ... familiar.
His ear now twitched as his memory slowly surfaced a name to him. And he was in disbelief at the one it offered because there was no way, just no way he could run into two of those girls in less than 24 hrs.
But when he glanced up he was shocked to see that his mind hadn't been playing tricks on him at all, it was indeed Clover Ewing standing there before him.
"So why exactly did you kiss Sam, Tim Scam?" She asked, cutting to the chase as she closed the door behind her and took a step closer. Her blue eyes zeroed in on his widened sea foam ones and she gave him a look of raw determination.
"I want an answer from you ... and I want it now."
(1) Reference to Season 3, Episode 7: "Planet of the Hunks"
Slightlllllly longer chapter than before. But yea! I finally got to mention Alex in here briefly but she'll be showing up more soon and so will some other familiar faces so look out!
Looking forward to hearing what you guys thought about this! About Sam, Alex, Clover, Josie, and ofc Scam!
Clover has tracked him down, what comes next?
Guess we'll see! But it depends on you if you want to find out sooner than later! Review please? :)
Thanks as always!
Cres