Screw the author's note, let's just get into it! XD It's been way too long already haha. (I'm sorry please don't hate me ;_;)
Oh just one thing I wanted to say! A popular oneshot of mine will be getting a sequel. I'll reveal which one at the end of the chapter. :D Anyway onto the story!
Disclaimer: Totally Spies does not belong to me. But let's just ignore that for now ok? Ok!
Scam's eyes couldn't help but widen at what was now happening. Sam was… she was kissing him. She was actually kissing HIM.
And while he'd imagined their lips joined together in a million kisses inside his head -over and over and over again - never had he expected it to be her lips taking his instead of his claming their right on hers, nor had he ever imagined her having this much zeal, this much passion, this much … force.
So much so that he had to restrain himself, with great effort, from simply losing all his control right there and then on the spot. He remained frozen as the redhead kissing him, strengthened their lip-lock. He became further stunned when he suddenly felt her jaw open wider and her teeth scrap along his lower lip as if she was going to bite him.
Sam's eyes remained pressed shut tightly as she tried to expel the feelings that had been pent up inside her ever since he'd started his relentless pursuit of her. No scratch that, it wasn't just her feelings of rage and frustration, fatigue and helplessness that he had made her feel just recently that she was trying to exorcise in this moment….it was more than that.
This man, Tim Scam had made her feel this way for as long as she could remember, ever since the moment she had learned of the existence of the luridly demented madman that he was. She remembered the precise moment at which they had met. He had looked so innocent to her then, so pure and good that she had actually gone and fallen for him at first glance.
Whenever she thought about the naïve, eighteen year old girl she had been back then, she wanted to rip out her own hair. Wanted so badly to go back in time and slap herself and scream in her face that the man that she had been trying so hard to impress by buying him a present and defending him for his off behaviour was the reason Jerry was floating near dead in outer space and they were being constantly fatally attacked.
Unfortunately going back in time and punishing herself for her lack of thought was not an option but him? Him she could punish.
With that thought in mind Sam tightened the death grip of her mouth on his. Because he had whisked her out of bed her lips were unglossed leaving no barrier between the crevices of their lips of any kind; just flesh on flesh.
Realizing that, she brought her teeth down and bit his lower lip hard, as hard as she could even though she had caught him off guard while he was still talking so his mouth was already open for her to deepen the kiss.
Because she wanted to hurt him, wanted to make him feel some degree of pain and retribution for what he had always made her feel.
She pulled her cuffed arms towards herself, forcing his head closer and closer to hers as she bit again, harder this time in the same spot and tugged her teeth downwards, adding to the impact and soon she could feel the soft skin of his lips break from her assault. And when she tasted his blood on her tongue she found herself oddly satisfied and deeply proud of what she had accomplished.
Having felt him tense a bit, Sam knew she was finally having an impact on Tim Scam.
Needing to make him further uncomfortable she ran the tip of her tongue along the blood seeping out of his lip before thrusting it into his mouth and running her tongue along the walls of his cheeks and everywhere she could reach, letting him taste the blood she had drawn from his mouth in his mouth, wanting him to taste, wanting him to feel the damage she had done to him.
Feeling him become further still, she continued ravaging his mouth now wrapping her tongue around his for a moment before puncturing it with her teeth just like she had done to his lips.
Feeling her head about to pop from lack of air but not done with him just yet, Sam kept her mouth on his as she pushed it into his even harder even though it was beginning to hurt her too now. In fact she could feel her lips throbbing, bruising just like his but she couldn't find it in herself to stop.
She kept slamming her mouth into his, again and again, draining his lips of all their moisture and sucking them dry until she felt her last bit of oxygen slipping away from her, making her nearly fall faint and only then did she release his lips. Pulling her head back she broke the kiss with a cruel force as ruthless as the one the kiss had begun with.
Still leaned against him, she kept her eyes closed for a second as she struggled to breathe in deep, rough, shallow pants of air, battling to recover air to her lungs and lower her heartbeat. Her eyes opened a moment later and because her face was still touching his, when her eyelids parted she found herself looking right into his sea foam gaze.
And it was dark. Dark black like coal, like spilled ink, like storm clouds… like the darkest, darkest lust. And it was at that precise moment that what she'd just done finally hit her.
Her eyes went wide and her mouth parted as she rapidly grew ashamed, embarrassed and her heart began to thunder in her chest out of shock, out of guilt. She looked down, away from him, unable to look at him anymore as she felt the taste of his lips all over hers, flowing into her mouth and reminding her of what had just taken place.
She kept her head down, her eyes still peeled wide in disbelief with herself. Never had she kissed, never had she touched any man like she just had Scam. Never in her life. And he certainly was not her first kiss.
Her breaths kept coming and going slowly and staggeringly as she remained shell-shocked at her own actions. This was not like her, this was not her. She wasn't this violent and aggressive. She had never even known she could even be like this before tonight. Be that forceful, that demanding, have such sinful hunger. Be so much like…she gulped, moistening her dry throat.
Like Tim Scam.
Because she was so busy with her own thoughts and berating herself for kissing him, Sam completely missed the look on the rest of Scam's face. Had she taken even just one glance at it she would have seen all the wonderment, all the astonishment that was there. And all because of her, all for her.
It took Scam a full minute to return to normal as his face began to shift back to his normal emotionless façade but his eyes remained square on her as she kept her head bowed, refusing to look at him.
In the back of his mind he was amused as hell that he had coaxed her into kissing him but there was more to his happiness than just that victory. He was impressed. No, to say that her kiss had left him impressed was a vast understatement. No he didn't have words for how… amazed he was with her right now.
But despite everything he was feeling right now triggered by her kiss, he was still not completely surprised as he was sure she thought he was. Because some part of him, although caught off guard had seen it coming. Was there any wonder why he was so…captivated by her? No there was not.
He was enthralled, all his attention seized by her just because of things like this. He had sensed it in her before, so many times, the ability, the need to burst open and release herself from behind her sweet, innocent persona.
When they would fight, when she'd hold back in her kicks and punches, not wanting to be more aggressive than an agent of the law should, even though deep down she wanted to. In her regular life when she would always be the one to apologize after a fight, always take the high road instead of stay mad and let rage continue to course through her veins and consume her like it rightfully should as she was rarely ever the one to initiate the fight.
But she would always take her anger out at the gym later, and jot down the remnants of it in her diary, needing to dispel it somewhere instead of just being able to forget it like people thought she did. It was a secret that he'd learned from watching her all the time. While projecting calmness and a saintly amount of compassion and kindness, Sam never did really let a grudge go.
Just like him.
And that unique quality was what made him drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Whether she admitted it or not Sam was not as "nice" as she liked to pretend she was, as she'd fooled her parents, her friends, Jerry, WOOHP, the rest of the world into believing she was. No he saw right through her as if she was made of glass and inside her…deep inside her, she and he were not so different. In fact they were terrifyingly alike and she had shown that to him just now.
Did she think he was stupid? He almost wanted to snicker. He knew why she'd kissed him like that. He was sure she wanted him to believe it was to make him "pay" for what he had been doing to her for the last few days but he knew it had been payment for more than that.
No, dear Sammie wanted to, had attempted to with her passionate attack, get back at him for all the years of frustration he'd given her as his enemy. And that made him want to smirk because in doing that she had shown him that just like him … she liked revenge. And that reminded him why he wanted her for himself. Why he wanted her to belong to him and no one but him. Just how similar, how perfect they were together.
Even though right now he could tell she was trying to erase that very idea from her mind as if it were some mistake. Well…he wasn't about to let that happen now was he? No way.
"Not bad…" he said finally breaking the long silence and Sam lowered her head even more knowing he was referring to the kiss. The kiss that she was so desperately trying to remove from her memory. She wanted to, no needed to forget the fact that he had made her kiss him.
It had been his suggestion, a mock suggestion or not, it was him who had fed her the idea and she had gone for it. Feeling anger burning inside her for her own lack of control Sam couldn't get over how easily this man got under her skin and toyed with her to get just what he wanted out of her. Every, single time.
She still couldn't fully bring herself to believe that the kiss had actually happened but she could easily feel how her mouth was still tingling in the aftermath and one glance at his face revealed the cut she'd left on his lips. Deep enough that it could still be seen in the dark. And Scam was bleeding there but he didn't look unhappy about it. No, much to her disappointment…he looked amused.
Raising his hand he used hit thumb to trail the cut on his lips and wipe off the blood. Bringing his hand in front of his face he stared at it for a moment before smirking. "Not bad," he said again, only looking further and further pleased leaving Sam to become more and more livid. His eyes planted themselves onto her face as he spoke again. "Not bad at all for an innocent, goodie two-shoes," he smirked making her avert his eyes again out of shame and frustration.
But he didn't give her the chance as in that same second he reached out and grabbed her by the back of her head, his fingers fisting her hair and pulling at the roots as he made a fist of it and drew her face back to his making her gasp in alarm.
"But let me show you how it's done," he growled from the pit of his throat before pushing his mouth to hers. Sam's eyes popped wide open as she let out a muffled sound of protest but all that did was make him kiss her harder, deeper, rougher. And soon Sam felt as if she was literally drowning in him.
A shudder roamed down her spine as his mouth devoured hers and she could only feel him. Just him. His heady, masculine scent overcoming her senses like a powerful drug, the muscles of his buff, muscular form gripping her like the constrictive grip of a python, and his open, erect arousal as he pressed her against himself close enough until there was no such thing as any space between their bodies.
He was all she could feel. Him and only him all around her despite the heavy downpour and whipping winds of the storm around her. It was like he was commanding it, orchestrating it to make everything he was doing to her a hundred times more vivid.
Soon she felt him leaning her back, his body moving to flatten hers out across the hood of his car as he continued kissing her. She faintly heard the distinct sound of fabric being torn apart as he did that, the edge of her slip, whatever was left of it anyway, was stuck under his knee and as he lowered her the strain forced the slits to rip wider revealing parts of her that she never thought she'd be showing her enemy.
She felt one of his hands leave her head and move down to her waist. Grabbing the side and giving it a squeeze he moved lower still reaching the torn cloth. His fingers darted around and fingered the ruffled, ragged material before grabbing the tattered remain and tugging it upwards entirely exposing her thigh.
Hearing her let out a muffled gasp Scam smirked against her mouth before dragging his fingers down her naked flesh all the way down to her calf, his fingers dribbling over the soaked, smooth skin he found there before stopping at her ankle. He paused there for a second, stroking her ankle before lifting it up and placing it on his shoulder.
And Sam felt all her blood rush to her head all at once when he stopped kissing her lips and dragged his lips on a slow downward path against her body. His mouth, parted and hot moved down her jaw, then her chin, then all the way down her neck, along the valley between her breasts, over her stomach before he lazily moved his head to the area between her legs and began nibbling on the soft skin of her inner thigh all the while moving his tongue, his lips, his teeth, his touch closer and closer to her core.
In response her insides twitched like a livewire as her skin felt as if it were burning like molten lava while her most intimate spot became wetter and wetter despite her trying to stop herself from reacting to the touches of the criminal on top her.
Sadly her screaming at herself to do something, anything to stop him, to tell him "no", to even stop feeling so vulnerable didn't work. In fact the whole inner battle against herself just left her feeling more and more drained than she already was from fighting him.
And she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now. If she could just stop herself from gasping and shaking and reacting so much, maybe she could focus on an escape plan. But it didn't look like he was going to allow for that to happen, something she immediately realized when she felt what he was doing now. Namely hungrily licking her thighs.
Sam's eyes rolled back deep in their sockets when she felt his tongue roll out and outline the joint where her thigh connected to her abdomen before his teeth took hold of the edge of the fabric of her silk underwear, lifted it up just enough for his tongue to slide underneath, and then -
A shuddering gasp sprang from her throat as her body jerked as if she had been hit by lightning in reaction to what he had just done. She fell back, her body suddenly feeling as if it were made entirely of putty instead of flesh and bone no longer able to support her as her head nearly hit the glass. But his hand reached out and caught her head, cushioned it as he kept it from making contact with the glass and resulting in a bloody mess.
"Let's not make this too messy now…" he mumbled huskily, his breath steamy as his mouth still hovered over the same area that he had just touched that had made her want to explode. "Not yet anyway," he smirked before going back to kissing her this time across her stomach in gentle butterfly kisses, just under her bellybutton.
Laying there in his hold, feeling her stomach tighten, panting and heaving and being unable to do anything about it she found her brain going back to what he'd said to her no too long ago.
"Kiss me…Go on, show me how much you hate me in the only way that you can manage."
She found herself frowning. For Scam this, all of this was just his way of showing her how much he loathed her. He'd admitted it tonight that was all it was. If any other guy was doing this, it wouldn't be out of hate. But Scam? He was a twisted bastard who had found the perfect way to turn pleasure into pain and love into hate.
And she became more and more suspicious that perhaps he didn't have any other plan or grand scheme in mind. Maybe he just wanted to marry her to make her miserable. To keep her as his personal punching bag and sex slave that he could use to vent out all his hate and frustration towards WOOHP. WOOHP and whatever else he hated that made him such a twisted, dark and careless man.
While she hadn't believed Scam to be low enough to be a rapist in the past despite his long list of committed crimes, clearly she had been wrong. And he had proved that to her over the last few days. Proved it to her in a way that she'd never forget.
Sam was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt his tongue licking the innermost side of her breast all the way down until her bra came in the way. He currently had her fully plastered under him, trapped between his body and the hood of the car so that she could go no where while his hands moved feverishly under her dress, on her skin, touching every inch of her.
Scam was all over her, his entire focus on her, not bothered at all by the rain which was soaking his body and gluing his bangs to his forehead nor by the thunder that was surrounding them as he kept going.
Absentmindedly she noted that she was now staring at Scam's naked torso and that while she had been distracted, he had taken off his shirt. And under the moonlight, through the flashes of thunder that boomed across the sky and cast some light over the pitch darkness, she could see how his muscles appeared tense from excitement as he continued having his way with her.
And for the fist time, she truly got a sense of just how massive Scam was. And while it scared her to the depths of her soul, at the same time it fascinated her. Maybe it was the night sky, maybe it was the storm, but for some reason he almost appeared as if he was not human but an otherworldly creature, almost majestic in how terrifyingly Titanesque he seemed right now, unphased by the elements, not bothered by the fact that they were outside in a forest in the middle of nowhere, just like a wild animal.
A giant, ravenous, predator intent on claiming his prey at any cost, making her feel so small, so helpless, so tiny and insignificant.
Yet she was the source of all his need, all his thirst, all his undying hunger. And she still couldn't figure out why. All she had were theories, theories and unanswered questions as to why he was doing this. But no answers, none whatsoever.
"Why is he doing this?"Sam wondered as she lay there, fully surrendered to him. "Why?"She racked her brains only to once again come up empty.
Her thoughts were interrupted by him once again but this time it was by the fact that he had let out a groan. A deeply aroused, needful groan from the bottom of his throat. And she could only wonder what he was up to now.
Unfortunately for her she didn't have to wait more than a second to find out as she watched him slick back his hair from his lust-filled eyes to get a better, unobstructed view of her his target before he brought his hands back to her and reached around her back to where she knew the hooks of her bra were. And when he began to unclasp them in an effort to get her as naked as he was right now, she knew she had to stop him. This had gotten too far, way too far.
"N-no…no…s-stop…" she finally said, hating herself for how weak and incoherent the words sounded coming out her mouth. As if she really didn't mean it. As if really didn't want him to stop. And as such they did nothing to hinder him whatsoever.
"Oh no. No way," was all he rasped out with a voice as dark as sin as he opened the first of three flimsy clasps. Then the second one, and then the third. Feeling the garment loosen as her breasts began to spill out as he eyed her chest greedily, licking his lips, Sam grew more desperate to make him stop.
But she didn't know what to do. She didn't have it in her right now to physically fight him off, nor was her telling him to leave her alone doing anything except perhaps giving him more fuel to do this. So would could she possibly do then to make him let her go.
Her mind was absolutely blank as he continued ravaging her and she was quickly losing herself when suddenly she got an idea. It wasn't one that she liked or one that she was proud of but it was the only thing that had any chance of working.
"N-not now…" she managed to stutter out hoping he'd take the bait. Her hope flared when she felt his hands pause in their groping and massaging of her breasts only to die again when he mockingly muttered, "If not now, then when Sam?" before going right back to touching her, knowing full well that the answer to that question from her would always be never.
Was there any wonder why he was doing this in this way then? Not at all. But he was left stunned with her reply. Something that he'd never ever in a hundred years expected her to say.
"Tonight."
"…"
With heavy amounts of doubt and reluctance he paused in his assault of the redhead who he craved to no end and looked up and into her eyes with interest. His gaze hooded and his mouth settled in an "o" of surprise.
"So let's be clear on the terms Samantha…you are wilfully agreeing to let us pick this up where we're leaving off tonight?"
"…Yes," Sam whispered firmly letting him believe that that was exactly what she was promising him. Scam's eyes remained on her face for a long moment as if he was trying to gauge the truthfulness of this deal she was making with him before he slowly nodded in approval.
"Good," he said smirking. "Then I expect to find you a little over half naked in your bed waiting for me tonight. Though…" he paused, running his eyes up and down her form before his smirk widened a few inches. "You don't have to soak yourself… I'll take care of getting you wet when I get there."
Sam bit her lip hard as she drew in a deep breath struggling not to give him the rise he was trying to get out of her. She knew exactly what he'd just said, what it meant and it was so hard to just take it with silence but she had to, she had no choice. She didn't have anything more to throw at him tonight, she'd pass out if she tried and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to rape her in her sleep.
He'd told her he would hadn't he? She didn't expect him not to follow through on his threat. Not Tim Scam because he always did what he said. Always.
"…Fine," she spit out through gritted teeth. Scam couldn't help but chuckle as he heard all her fury as she stood there glaring embers at him with her lovely emerald orbs, a frown set on her pretty, pink swollen lips.
"If looks could kill…"he mused to himself before grabbing her jaw and pulling her mouth to his once again, kissing her deeply, roughly, once more leaving her breathless before he broke the kiss, pressed his forehead to hers and smiled at her.
It was a smile. An actual SMILE. Even though Sam knew he was shameless and heartless, she was still thrown at how despicable he could be. And his next words to her only added to that never-ending shock.
"Good to see you're starting to learn already. Obedience is a fine virtue in a lover and even better in a wife and I expect nothing less from mine…" He paused, now grinning at her almost ferally. "But you know that , don't you?" Scam whispered darkly, his grin vanishing behind another smirk.
And there it was again, rolled across his lips like a red carpet, like a victory banner, that domineering, "I'm so much stronger than you are and ever will be" smirk.
"After tonight?" he added, reminding her of her failure, rubbing it into her like salt in fresh wounds with that smirk of his. And it took everything in her willpower to stop herself from opening her mouth and telling him to go fuck himself or go to hell. Or both.
"I'm so glad we're finally on the same page about our relationship," he drawled, pressing his fingertips into her jaw as he was still holding it, as if to make sure she was hearing him, making sure his words were becoming imprinted forever in her brain.
Sam was literally biting off chunks of her cheek to control her need to shout, to stop herself from lashing out at him, something she knew he could feel she was doing and was enjoying it all like the pig that he was.
"I'd like to go home now," she hissed out, shaking from all the hate she felt for the man who had her trapped. She made it seem like she was shivering from the night's chill though because she didn't want to give him more reason to keep her here right now. She needed to be away from him. Needed to get away before she simply erupted right there on the spot into complete and total nothingness.
Scam stared at her for a moment longer, still looking completely unwilling to let her free but soon he dropped his hold on her face and let her go. Locating his shirt that he'd tossed on the ground in his need to feel her skin on his without its cloth in between them some time ago, he picked it up and dusted it off before holding it out to her for her to wear.
"Button up…" he said, smirking, his voice still unmistakeably coarse as he eyed her with a still murky gaze, leaving goose bumps to climb up and down her spine. "Or I can't guarantee home is where I'll drive you to."
In response Sam held up her cuffed hands to him, showing him that she couldn't do what he'd told her to in her current condition. But he just glanced at her metal-bound wrists, not doing anything to free them. And Sam was left wondering what he was going to do now when he just took a few steps back and pondered her form, looking at her up and down before pulling out his phone from his pocket and much to Sam's horror she realized it was because he was going to take a picture of her when he held it up to her and looked to be trying to get a good shot.
He was going to take a picture of her like that Sam realized. In this condition when she was soaked, battered, bruised, and broken, and dirty, with her dress ripped apart and her bra loose and her hair tangled and wet and stuck to her curves while she stood there practically naked and in handcuffs after her defeat at his hands.
And Sam looked down at her shoe-less, dirt-stained feet in shame, feeling total humiliation overcome her. As if beating her and seeing her almost completely nude hadn't sated his appetite, wasn't enough for him, he now wanted to solidify the memory forever in the form of a photograph.
"Give me a smile love," she heard him say a moment later and Sam glared deeply at the ground both at his request and him choosing to jokingly refer to her as his "love". If she had ever doubted it before she knew now for sure that he definitely didn't have a heart in his chest. Not even a small one. No, he had no heart at all.
"…You wanna go home right?" he added a moment later when she refused to give into his demand of smiling for him and Sam pressed her eyelids together and bit her lip to keep herself from crying. She didn't want to give him her tears as well to further cement the control his fear had over her but as hard as she fought a lone tear betrayed her and slipped out from under her closed lid and trailed down her cheek slowly, just like a walk of shame.
When it reached the end of her face it clung to her chin for a long second before finally falling onto the forest floor and blending in with the raindrops still falling from the sky.
And a second after that she found herself raising her head at the sound of snapping metal and the feeling of her wrists being released from their binds as he watched Scam break the handcuffs for her. In the back of her mind she noticed that his phone was gone and she found herself wondering if he'd actually taken her picture or not. She hadn't noticed the flash going off but then again she had closed her eyes not wanting to watch.
"Don't worry," he said, and Sam couldn't help but stare at him as she wondered what he meant by those words. Did he mean that he wouldn't go that far? That there was some line of decency that even he wouldn't cross? Could it…be?
Her eyes widened even more in surprise, in curiosity and astonishment when he lifted a hand and started stroking her hair almost … lovingly. Her eyes looked into his eyes and for some reason, the look she found there was strange to her. It wasn't hate, it wasn't rage, it wasn't even lust. His eyes, they were clear…untainted. That look…it was something else. Something deeper something…
…Pure.
A look that she'd never seen on his face ever before. And it left her stunned beyond words.
Yet inside her head she remembered her earlier realization. That the more loving his touch seemed, the more passionate, the more hate he was actually showing her. Then what did his sudden change his demeanor mean, she asked herself as she found her eyelids almost wanting to flutter in relaxation to his touches right now. They were so gentle, so soft, so…comforting.
But when he opened his mouth and spoke again it fully ruined her slight illusion of him possibly caring for her somewhere in his cold, dark, unfeeling heart.
"…That's not the only pair I own," he finished and her face fell. Fell like a ton of bricks. That was what he was talking about. Nothing else. Nothing else. Disappointed and angry at herself for ever imagining he gave a damn about her pain and misery Sam stared at him for a moment before she frowned slightly, unable to help it before she quickly put on the shirt he'd given her and buttoned it up.
She was so busy doing that, that she missed a flicker of the same strange emotion that he'd accidentally shown her from a few seconds ago re-appearing on his face. It lasted just few seconds before fading away from view where it could no longer be detected.
When she did look back at him though after a few moments, it was only from the corner of her eye and she could see how he was watching her fixedly, his green eyes dark again as they were glued to her body as she struggled to hide it from his view as fast as she could with her bruised, nearly broken fingers. She didn't bother to tell him not to look at her because she already knew he wasn't going to listen.
And right now she just wanted to go home. It was late, streaks of sunlight were now starting to appear in the sky above and she only had a few hours at most to prepare for Clover and Alex's bridal shower. She couldn't let her friends down. They were counting on her to make their bridal shower memorable just like a maid of honour should.
And with that thought in mind, Sam silently followed Tim Scam to the car feeling defeated and worthless but relieved that it was all over with him at least until tonight.
Another yawn left her mouth as she battled with herself to keep her eyes open and finish the task at hand. Currently she was putting the finishing touches on the décor for Clover and Alex's joint bridal shower. She'd hadn't really chosen a theme, but rather had incorporated the hundreds upon hundreds of photos they had taken over the years into the décor, something she felt they were both going to love.
Well that and how she'd broken up the shower into parts, making sure to incorporate activities that both of her friends would enjoy equally. The shower was going to begin with a quick meet and greet, followed by a pool party, then a spa season and movies, and then finally end with the gift shower over cocktails and desserts.
Stepping off the foot stool she had been standing on to hang her hand-made streamer, Sam gasped almost losing her balance. Steadying herself she let out a breath of relief while cursing Scam in her head for making her feel this lethargic. So much so that it was a combination of coffee and painkillers that were making her able to even move otherwise she'd be laying dead somewhere from exhaustion for at least the next three days or more.
Shaking her head she tried not to think about the criminal who was making her life a living hell, knowing that if she did that then she'd never get anything done. And she had a lot to do still even though she had been smart to plan ahead before this whole Scam fiasco began, and just had to set things up.
Regardless, she thought looking at the many, many, many things she needed to arrange before her friends and the rest of the shower guests arrived, she was definitely not going to get any sleep no matter how badly her mind and body craved for it.
Letting out a loud groan Sam dragged herself to her next task. Walking to the fridge she checked to see if she had everything she needed. Smiling when she saw that the cake, various finger foods, desserts, and drink and drink preparation items were stocked, she mentally patted herself on the back thankful that she didn't have to go out to get anything in the state she was in.
As she hadn't had a chance to clean herself up (not that she was entirely sure that that would even help after her last encounter with Scam) people would see all the marks on her body and wonder what SHE the good girl was doing looking like that and just who she had been secretly screwing or getting screwed by around-the-clock.
A shudder passed through her form. She could not let that happen. She was sure people in her neighbourhood were already gossiping about her failure to find herself a husband like her friends, she did not need to give them more ammunition. Especially ammunition like being involved with a man like Tim Scam.
Realizing that she was once again thinking of the man she should not be thinking about, Sam glanced around at all the work that still needed to be done. And sadly for her despite her having been hard at work ever since she had gotten home, there were still too many things that needed her attention.
Sealing her eyes in frustration Sam wondered if she should take a quick shower. Showers always relaxed her but…Shaking her head she dropped the thought as quick as it came. Who was she kidding? Would Scam really be nice enough to drop her home and then wait patiently until tonight? No way. He was probably still here somewhere hiding in the shadows, or maybe he was already waiting for her in her shower knowing the she'd just be aching to wash his touch off of her. Just like he'd been in there earlier today.
Feeling her face redden at the memory Sam gulped knowing that even if this time he wasn't in her bathroom, he was still somewhere watching her. Watching her like he always did. She could…she could feel his eyes on her.
Nervous at that thought Sam raised a hand and grasped the shirt she was wearing, pressing it tighter against her body as if to hide herself from the sea foam eyes that never left her only then to realize just whose shirt she was wearing right now.
Glancing down at the dark black, oversized shirt that made her shoulders appear tiny and ended mid-thigh on her much smaller than the 6 foot 3, muscular male frame that Scam had, Sam once again become conscious of how colossal the man pursing her at every turn was. And as much as it bothered her, attempting to fend him off no matter how hard she was trying just made her feel like someone throwing a hamster at a brick wall in a sad attempt to destroy the wall. Pointless and stupid.
Annoyed Sam wanted to peel his shirt off her skin along with all the intimidation, frustration, and everything else he made her feel along with it and throw it away, far far away from her. But then again, she remembered, he was probably watching her. And wouldn't he just love her giving him a strip show.
Sighing Sam decided to just get back to working on the bridal shower preparations. If anything, even if it made her even more tired than she already was, it was a good distraction from constantly thinking and dreading over what Tim Scam was going to be doing to her tonight when he got his hands on her again.
"Ah!" Sam cried out arching her back as Scam plunged deeper and deeper inside her. In the darkness she felt him smirk widely against her nude, sweaty chest as he continued thrusting into her without mercy. His bare body had hers pinned on the bed, both their clothes, disheveled and torn were littered all across the carpet of her room as his hands kept her in place beneath him, making sure she went no where. One of them was wrapped tightly around her butt and the other holding both her hands above her head on the mattress tightly.
His hand pushed hers deeper into the pillows as the hand on her butt pushed her up again, grating her pelvis against his and submerging himself even farther inside her leaving her hissing out loudly as more sweat burst from her pores gluing her hair to her skin where it lay fanned out around her in tangled, red knots.
"Uhhh!" Sam screamed, biting her lip desperately to make herself stop reacting but it was useless. She felt his smirk shift into a smile, a satisfied, happy grin of delight against her skin as he continued taking her in deep, greedy, thrusts never once slowing down his pace or giving her a chance to recover from his endless assaults.
"Say my name Sam…" he urged huskily, growling from the pit of his throat as he grinded into her even harder. "Say it!" he ordered, but she did her best to resist, not wanting to give him that satisfaction. But a moment later she found herself doing exactly what he'd told her to when she felt his tongue unroll out of his mouth and run down her heaving breast before suddenly flicking across her hardened nipple.
"Sc-Scam!" she gasped, her eyes popping open and he chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter mixing into her skin and echoing all over the room, bouncing off the walls along with her pants and cries as he continued ravaging her.
"Tim, Samantha…" he purred deeply, laying open mouth kisses all over her naked body as she lay powerless underneath him with her heart pounding, quivering and shivering in the dampened, sweaty bed sheets. "I prefer Tim!" he grunted, biting down hard into her neck while he rammed into her making her scream out his name at the top of her lungs.
"T-T-Tim!"
With a jolt and a scream Sam's body sat upright on the couch. Panting and sweating, she took deep breaths as she tried to calm down. It took her a few moments to realize that what she had just seen had just been a drea- a nightmare and not reality. Even though it felt so incredibly real.
Bringing her hands up she ran them through her hair as she struggled to bring her heart rate down. And in the back of her mind she was deeply disturbed at how not even for a second her mind would allow her to forget about the man she was so desperately trying to forget or her upcoming fate. When she'd finally settled down she realized she had passed out on the couch while cleaning up and during her…
Glancing at the clock she realized she had been out cold for one hour and for that entire nap all she had dreamt of was of Tim Scam being on top of and inside her, ploughing into her and satisfying his lust. Gulping Sam realized that she couldn't even seem to escape him in her dreams now and she became afraid that she'd honestly never sleep again.
Her eyes landing on her lap she noted that she was still wearing his shirt and she suspected that could have helped cause her nightmare. Her nostrils flaring she could detect Scam's scent on the fabric and when she lifted her arm, rolled up the cloth and sniffed her elbow she realized her skin itself had now taken on his scent.
"Great," Sam mumbled, feeling even more violated than ever at his hands. Well she could hope and pray that when she bathed and doused herself in some strong feminine perfume that that smell would be gone at least for now and she could pretend that she was like any other best maid of honour throwing her best friends a bridal shower to celebrate their upcoming weddings and not someone who was on attack twenty- four-seven by her own private tormentor.
She could forget about her troubles for these few hours, and she could forget about Tim Scam.
Keeping her eyes on the mirror in front of her, Sam focused on evenly smoothening foundation on her skin, specially under eyes to hide the dark circles that were there. She had not slept ever since Scam started this charade and juggling the demon that he was and her duties as the maid of honour for two weddings was starting to take a serious toll on her health.
And as much as she wanted to shout and complain she knew she couldn't get away from either aspect of her life right now. Sighing, she put her attention back on the foundation she was lathering onto her flesh and grimaced. She hated the stuff to be honest and almost never used it but had no choice but to do so today as she needed to hide her sleepiness and hide all the marks on her body that sadly for her could be seen despite her violently scrubbing herself clean. She couldn't make them vanish so quickly so all she could do was hide the love-bites that Scam had given her.
Mentally kicking herself for the word she'd chosen to call his torture, Sam shook her head. No, not love-bites, bruises! Bites he'd taken out of her to satisfy his lust for her. She knew it was perfectly clear he wanted to devour her…literally. Shuddering she remembered the words he'd said to her during the long drive home.
"Don't breathe too easy Sam. Don't think for a second I'll forget our…lovely, little date tonight. I expect for you, whenever you wrap up your plans with your silly little friends to hold true to your promise. Don't even think about going back on your word. There is nothing I hate more than being lied to…"
And then he'd reminded her how he wanted her to look again when he came to her tonight. With specific details. He'd ordered her around like his personal mistress, his private whore on how he wanted her to wait for him in her bed tonight.
But she couldn't think of that now, she told herself. She could only hope that it wouldn't happen tonight. Tonight or any other night. But the panging in her stomach was telling her it would and subconsciously she pressed her legs together as if to keep Scam out even though he wasn't there yet.
She found herself thinking back to her recent dream and she became even more worried that it would come true. Although it hadn't been real her screams were still ringing in her ears and so was the sound of his pleased, satisfied voice as he forced her to pant out his name over and over.
Another yawn left her and Sam shoved the nightmarish vision she was fixated on to the back of her head. It wouldn't happen, she told herself, making herself believe that. All she had to do was stay awake until her friends' shower concluded and then she could get a nice, long night of rest.
The logical part of her knew that it was wishful thinking that he wouldn't come for her but she was way too tired and had no time whatsoever to think of a plan to retaliate against him. She had spent every waking moment on this bridal shower and her friends were due to arrive in less than twenty minutes.
"Twenty minutes…" she thought, tempted by the idea of using those to sleep. She could take a nap now, heck she'd even risk seeing Scam in her dreams again if she could just get some more sleep.
Unfortunately for her, her doorbell ringing put an end to any such possibility. "The one time Clover is early," Sam muttered but then couldn't help but feel bad for thinking that way about her friend. It wasn't her fault. She was probably just pumped for this bridal shower and to see all her presents and receive congratulations from her family, friends and acquaintances for her wedding. Just like any bride to be. Something that out of all her close friends; Clover, Alex, and even Britney - she was not.
Sighing she pushed down the strong stab of jealousy she felt at that fact as she straightened out the tea-length navy and gold dress she was wearing and pushed a smile onto her lips as she went and opened the door to commence the bridal shower for her two best friends, her sisters.
As soon as the door opened, Clover greeted her with a huge smile on her lips, looking every bit pink with barely contained glee as she stood there in her red Herve Leger dress. "Sammie!" she called out, smiling away as she threw her arms around her and hugged her close. "I'm sooo excited for this, you have no idea!"
"Me too!" Alex added and Sam turned her head to see her dark-hared friend standing there in a strapless, dark blue cocktail dress looking every bit as happy as the blonde she was hugging.
Separating from Clover she hugged Alex, telling them both that they looked amazing before welcoming them both inside. The rest of the guests were going to arrive in about ten minutes which would give the both of them enough time to get settled down and have a chance to get a quick rundown of the shower activities she'd planned for them before it officially began.
But before she could even move to show them anything Clover's voice made her stop in her tracks. "My God Sammie, is it just me or are you wearing way more makeup than normal at the moment?" She coughed slightly. "Also what's up with all the perfume? And what happened to your lips? They look awfully swollen!"
And she sealed her eyes in agony because of course. Of course CLOVER of all people would notice such things no matter how hard she tried to keep them invisible.
Sam's mind immediately went back to the many kisses between Scam and herself just four hours ago. She wasn't surprised that her mouth was still looking a bit puffy. Scam was in no way a gentle kisser and he'd been kissing her a lot lately. Her mouth pressed itself together unconsciously trying to disguise the damage done to them. Sadly for her, it did nothing to stop Clover's rampant curiosity.
"So who's this guy you've been furiously making out with behind our backs?"
"Wh-what?!" Sam squeaked in panic.
Giggling, Clover put her hands on her waist and gave Sam a knowing look. All this extra heavy dolling up Sam had done to herself made her highly suspicious that she was trying to conceal something she'd been doing behind their backs. Something with someone of the male gender to be exact.
"Too many kisses especially rough ones lead to swollen lips Sammie," she said, speaking her mind as always before grinning widely as she rubbed her hands together, excited at the thought of Sam potentially having found someone as she was not the type of girl to just make out with random guys. "So who is he?" she prodded, eager for an answer.
Sam just blinked not knowing how to react. Luckily for her, Alex saved the day.
"Clover, give it a rest," Alex muttered, rolling her eyes not believing that Clover of all people was making a big deal out of wearing a little extra makeup or perfume. "Seriously, aren't you the one who's always telling Sam to flaunt her looks more and be more bold?" she said, annoyed because Clover had mentioned it many times not too subtly at all that Sam's "Plain Jain-ness" compared to her might be a part of her not attracting a husband as of yet.
"And kissing…" she started, addressing the other part of Clover's silliness. "Is not the only thing in the world that causes swollen lips. It's probably allergies. It's Springtime! The same thing happens to me if I don't take medication for it," she said before reaching into her purse and shuffling around for a second before holding out a tube of allergy cream towards Sam. "Here Sammie, this really helps me."
Ignoring Clover mumbling in the background about her hoping she had been right about Sam hiding some secret lover boy that she could marry on the same date as them as they'd always intended, smiling at Alex, Sam took the ointment from her friend, thanking her as she set it aside while wondering sadly if it would work in keeping Tim Scam away from her. Sighing inaudibly she knew it would not.
Sam's attention was pulled by her friends talking to her again, this time complimenting her on her fabulous décor for the bridal shower. And she couldn't help but feel proud that despite everything going in with her, she was able to do this for them.
With that thought in mind Sam ushered both of them into her living room telling them to open up the gifts that Jerry and WOOHP had sent for them before the rest of the guests arrived and wondered (most of them anyway) what on earth "WOOHP" was.
Several moments later the doorbell rang again, letting them know that the guests had begun to arrive. And soon the house would be filled with all three of their mothers, other family of Clover and Alex's, friends of Clover's from the fashion industry, Alex's friends from her volunteer camps for children and her activist groups for animal rights that she'd taken part in, Tara from their high school days who Clover had re-friended late in her college years along with some other of their good school friends, Britney, Alice, Pam, and Crimson from WOOHP along with a few other spies from the agency that both girls had gotten close to before they quit.
Within forty minutes, every one on the short guest list arrived and the party began.
"You know it's kinda ridiculous how many things we still have to do before the big day," Clover said as she lay back on the couch, her feet in a rose petal bath and cucumber slices on her eyes, occasionally sipping from her strawberry and mint smoothie that she still hadn't finished from the earlier pool party.
From next to her Alex smirked as she munched on a mini pizza from a giant platter of various, delicious finger foods including vegetable slices with dip, ham and cheese sliders, sweet potato bites, Blini with caviar, mozzarella poppers, mushroom tartlets, Parmesan Spirals, Wasabi Deviled Eggs, and their favourite vegetable sushi that Sam had prepared for them to enjoy.
"Well we'd be a lot closer to finishing if you didn't change your wedding gown every second day," she mumbled knowing that while pink was Clover's wedding theme, the shade of pink that was going to be on her dress was going to dictate everything else. The décor, the food, even Blaine's tux. So whenever she found a new "perfect, perfect dress" it ended up changing everything they had already planned since her new gown was almost always a different shade of pink. To Clover's superior vision anyway.
"You changed it again?" Sam said, slightly shocked at the news as she sat in front of her friends, painting her nails and indulging in the spa and mani-pedi session. But had her friends looked closely they would notice how her hands were shaking a lot more than they normally did when she painted her nails and also how often she was tugging and fidgeting at her swimsuit even though it was no where near being skimpy being made up of a halter style black crop top and a bikini bottom with a dark sarong as a cover-up.
Because in the back of her mind, despite all of these people being here in nearly every part of her home right now, she still felt like a pair of intent, dark, blue-green eyes were staring at her endlessly.
Gulping subtly Sam pulled at the end of her sarong again as if to make it longer despite knowing that seeing her in a bikini would hardly do anything for him anymore. Not after he'd seen her in way, way, way less than that.
Realizing her brain was stuck on Tim Scam again Sam went back to the topic at hand before her friends noticed that she'd spaced out. Again.
"Didn't we just pick out the perfect flowers like…yesterday?" she said leaving Clover to nod.
"Yea we did but this new gown's colour is just more fabulouser."
Alex let out a small giggle poking the blonde in the shoulder in a taunting way. "Uh huh. Well that's what you said about the last one."
Removing the cucumbers from her eyes Clover rolled them at her friend. "No I said the last one was "fabulous", this one is "fabulouser!" " she said, putting heavy emphasis on the words as if they truly had any difference between them as she'd made up they did. Hearing her friends laugh at what she knew was her "pickiness" Clover fell back on the couch with a pout. "Sometimes I wonder if I should have designed my own wedding gown."
"Then why didn't you?" Sam asked with interest knowing that had Clover created her own dress then it could have been totally customized to her total liking. Clover definitely had the skills for it too.
"Uh hello?!" the blonde muttered as if what Sam had said was ludicrous to say the least. "I have like a million other things to worry about! Besides," she sighed. "If I made my own then yea it would be the best ever but I'd be too nervous to wear it on my wedding day. What if like I ended up like not choosing the right fabric or something and it ripped during the ceremony?" Clover asked, going pale at the thought of being embarrassed like that on her big day. "You guys knowwwwwwww how large my family is and it's going to be a HUGE day and I don't want anything messing with it which is why I'm being so careful with everything."
Hearing this latest justification for her having been a complete and utter bridezilla ever since Blaine had popped the question Alex shot Clover an annoyed glance. "Hey I'm getting married too but do you see me going cray cray over everything!"
Clover only snorted in response. "Psh! That's because you don't care so much about being an example of living, breathing perfection like I do," she said raising her nose up a little and leaving Alex to roll her eyes again as she continually failed to understand Clover's obsession with needing everything to go as she'd planned on her wedding day.
"I'm getting married…" Alex started with dignity. "I'm happy and my Darren is happy and anything that Darren and I agree on will be perfect for our wedding day."
Listening to her friends go back and forth like that Sam and Britney (who had just come in from finishing up her poolside tan some five minutes ago and sat down next to the redhead) couldn't help but be amused at how different Clover and Alex were when it came to their wedding plans and perfect marriage philosophies.
They exchanged glances with each other and smiled as Clover and Alex's banter continued on.
"Well," Clover huffed now glaring at little. "I'm NOT going to just agree to things just to make Blaine happy. I mean marriage is ultimately a power struggle and if I give in now, right at the starting line of our married lives together then I wonder what other sacrifices I'm going to have to make to make him happy down the road!" she argued.
"I mean today it's "Okay Blaine, the Wedding China doesn't necessarily need to have pink on it to make it go with everything else" and tomorrow it could end up being something like "Hey honey!" she said, now speaking in a drop pitch tone and attempting to imitate Blaine's voice. "I've decided our daughter is going to grow up and become a doctor instead of a fashion designer or model!" Her eyes widened in horror at the thought and she shook her head vigorously. "And I am not, NOT going to let that happen on my watch!"
All three girls found themselves laughing at Clover's latest words. It was surprising how much Blaine tolerated for Clover and they all knew it only had to be because he was so in love with her. Clover had finally found a man who loved her enough to put up with all her craziness. Her soul mate. At that thought Sam's face couldn't help but fall a bit.
Clover had found Blaine, Alex had found Darren, and Britney had found her soul mate in Dean as they were engaged and were going to marry eventually. Heck even most of the other girls who had been invited to this bridal shower wore engagement rings indicating they too had found their soul mates.
So where on earth was her soul mate? Or did he simply not exist? Her mind helplessly settled back to Tim Scam and she realized if she could call him her anything then it would have to be the yin to her yang for he truly was a dark, twisted inversion of everything good that she stood for. But that was it. He was no soul mate. Not hers anyway she told herself ignoring how yin and yang together always equalled perfect harmony.
Seeking a distraction from her sad, sad thoughts, Sam glanced at the clock and realized that if she wanted to get through all remaining shower festivities then it was time to end the spa session. Smiling she turned back to her friends and informed them that it was time for the next aspect of their bridal shower only to hear Clover complain that this bonding spa session was too relaxing to move on from.
But when she informed the blonde that it was going to be present time soon, she more than happily forgot all about relaxing and even poked Alex to "stop laying around" and to get up and ready for the next activity leaving everyone to burst out laughing at Clover just being the Clover they knew and loved.
"Oooh and who is this from?" Clover asked, setting aside her Blushing Bride Champagne Cocktail (Sam had gone all out and prepared special bridal themed cocktails for the party and this one she'd made specially for Clover because it celebrated her love of the colour pink made of passion-fruit nectar, Champagne, a hint of grenadine, and a handful of huckleberries) and picking up one more present from a pile of gifts that could rival Mount Everest.
It was dark outside now and Clover and Alex's bridal shower was coming to an end. The pool party had been had, various shower games had been played, movies had been watched, countless photos had been taken, laughter and tears had been shared and now all that was left was the opening the presents. So far Clover had opened close to one hundred presents, Alex another hundred and their combined loot sat all over the spacious living room making it look less like Sam's home and more like Santa's gift shop during the Christmas season.
Taking a break from assembling the photo scrapbook she was making copies of for everyone who had attended the bridal shower to have as a nice reminder of the event, Sam located the tag that had been attached to the box Clover had inquired about. "It's from your aunt Donna. She couldn't make it to the shower but sent her blessings and love with this present."
Her face lighting up because Aunt Donna was her favourite aunt, Clover continued opening up the gift and soon she pulled out a Prada Saffiano Cuir Double Bag. "Ahhhhh!" She screamed in joy, hugging the bag to her chest. "Oh my God! Oh my God, Oh my GOD! I LOVE her!" Holding the purse close for another moment as if hugging her newborn baby, Clover finally set it aside with a grin on her lips.
"If she sent me something this awesome for my bridal shower I cannot wait to see what she gets me for my wedding gift!" Clover squealed in excitement, stuffing her face with a toasted coconut mini cake for more energy and taking another sip of her drink before grabbing another gift while next to her Alex did the same.
Although Sam smiled in response to Clover's words she could feel it again, that sharp and unmistakable twinge of jealousy. It had been with her during the this entire time and now that the shower was about to end…it was almost unbearable.
For the last several hours all Sam had done was stand by and witness (with a smile plastered to her face, wanting to be happy for her friends from the bottom of her heart but failing to do so if she were brutally honest) all the love and affection and congratulations being showered on her two friends, on Clover and Alex … and not her.
While she knew the whole point of the bridal shower was just that, to make the bride to be feel special and appreciated, she could not stop herself from once again feeling left out. Left out and in the background ever since both her friends had announced to her that they were engaged to marry and ready to go onto their most important milestone yet. All the while she was…what was she doing with her life?
Noticing Britney about to fill up her glass again for her from the corner of her eye, Sam momentarily pulled herself out of her depressed thoughts and politely declined a re-fill like just like she had the entire shower. She had feigned drinking to appear like she was celebrating with her friends but mostly had only stuck to soft drinks and not touched any alcoholic ones because the last thing she needed was her defenses lowered when Scam came after her again.
When Alex had asked her why she was avoiding the alcohol she had lied (something she was getting disturbingly good at doing) that she was the host of the bridal shower so she had to be alert because that was what a proper host did, which had then led to Clover making a comment about how Sam was and always had been the official "mom" of the group. She was sure Clover had meant it as a harmless and sweet remark but it had bugged her deep down because if she was so mature and grown-up then why didn't anyone want her to share their life with?
Which brought her back to her earlier thought about her life right now. Her life and how … meaningless it was. Handing Alex a gift from her side of the gift puddle Sam fought with herself not to frown, unable to stop the thoughts she was having right now.
And it wasn't even the first time her mind had asked her these questions about herself. It wasn't even because of the fact that all her friends and acquaintances were due to tie the knot and she wasn't that was bugging her, it was … everything. Everything.
Her lack of achievements for one. And no she didn't mean her academic achievements of which there were many. Her life just felt hollow. Her friends had gone and done so much in their lives after leaving WOOHP and she? She was just a WOOHP spy, now full time and paid for her services but still just a spy and nothing more. And that was something that she couldn't even tell anyone about. The only useful part of her life, her career was something that she had to keep secret.
Her family and non-WOOHP friends thought she was a journalist for a made up publication that WOOHP faked for her to make her cover convincing. It was so dull compared to Alex's activist lifestyle where she spent nearly every day of her life fighting for things she was truly passionate about in life, and Clover's life as a fashion designer where she worked in a trade that she'd loved since she had made herself her first make-shift dress out of her mom's silk curtains at age five.
It was so ironic and sad seeing she was a super spy and that was supposed to be so exciting but ever since her friends had left WOOHP it just didn't feel as special anymore. She figured that was because she no longer had anyone to share the experience with. It was just her in this and no one else. Sure she had Jerry but he was her boss. She no longer had anyone who was close to her heart to share the adventure with. To take it home with. To take it home to.
And right then and there she got another thought that only made her sadder. When and if she did find someone to settle down with, he'd never be allowed to know about her true profession either. Of what she was capable of and how important of a job she had, protecting the world from harm. But wait…why was she worrying about that? It was clear that she'd never have to worry about that because she was never going to find a husband anyway.
A bitter smile starting to tug at her lips she let out a quiet sigh. She was gonna end up like Jerry wasn't she? Alone and stuck at WOOHP. Alone and married to her work. Married to a job that no one could ever hear about.
But there was that one difference that made her and Jerry's life very, very different. At least it had been making it different for the last few days now. And that difference was that she had something currently shaking up her otherwise dull life. Something. Someone.
And that person was Tim Scam.
But…she couldn't help but wonder what she was going to do when he too got sick of her, his plaything because let's face it, that's what she was. What was it going to be like when he finally got bored of her and moved on? Then she'd once again be left in the same rut her life had been every day and night until he showed up in it. And as much as she wanted him to leave her alone that thought of being all alone again…it hurt.
Even though he'd said he was going to marry her and make her his wife she knew he didn't mean it. He could never mean it unless it was all because of an evil plot that he wanted to in the first place but even then, she was still sure that he would dump her right after he was done with reaching his goal. He wouldn't want her for life. Why would he? She thought bitterly, never realizing how much she was frowning right now. Why would he when no one else did.
Plus it wasn't like he cared about her. She was just an ends to a mean and always would be.
Realizing her thoughts had long been treading into forbidden territory she bit her cheek and forced herself to get back on track. It wasn't, it was NOT that she wanted to matter to him nor that she wanted him to want her for real or anything…stupid like that. She just wished that…that.
She bit her lip feeling dejected. She just wished that she had someone in her life that made it worth living. Made it worth waking up in the morning and coming home at night. She just hoped that she could have someone that would love her with the amount of passion that Tim Scam hated her with. But she doubted that would ever happen anyway because the level of hatred he had for her was quite literally unmatchable in any way. Let alone with love.
Sam's attention was pulled back on her friends when Clover suddenly let out an outraged shriek. "Hey! Who sent me this?!"
When Sam looked at the object that she was holding up that had caused all the ruckus, her eyes widened. It was a book. A book titled "Commitment for dummies." But the word dummies had been crossed out and above it the words "dumb blondes" had been written.
And Sam felt her eyes widen when she recognized the neat writing. It was exactly the same as the writing on the tag attached to a certain bouquet she'd gotten a few days ago. The same as the writing on her bathroom mirror. The same that the words "Marry me?" had appeared on her doorstep in. It was…Scam's writing.
Well, speak of the devil.
Her throat went dry as she just sat there not knowing what to say or do. Why had Scam even done this? As soon as that question formed in her mind though, it answered it at the same time. Of course Scam was the type to do something like this just for kicks. Just to show how much he didn't like any of them. That he had enough hate to pass around even after taking it out on her all the time. Enough to show to Clover. To everyone. The whole, entire world.
She also realized that this "present" from him being here, in the pile of gifts meant that Scam had definitely been here at some point between dropping her home and before the shower began. Because she had personally inspected each present from a checklist and had a known relative or friend marked down as the sender.
If this present had been there then…she would have seen it. But she hadn't and that meant that he had been with her while she had been preparing the bridal shower. Her throat became even drier. Maybe even while she had passed out and dreamt that dream.
Suddenly Sam felt compelled to take a large gulp of her champagne needing something, anything to take the edge off that thought and keep her calm in front of her friends and guests. And soon she found herself taking another sip and then another and another while her friends tried to solve the mystery of the exceptionally rude gift left for Clover.
"You know…I bet Mandy sent this," Alex said, setting down her "Honey, I Do" Honeydew Martini consisting of vodka, triple sec, and Midori and taking the book in her hands to get a better look at it.
Clover's nostrils flared. "Mandy!" she growled, balling up her fists which soon turned white from the ferocity of her grip. "That…that jealous ho!" she shouted knowing that it made perfect sense for that black-haired bitch to do something like this. She had after all had a fling with Blaine in the past. And while Blaine and her had moved past that she knew Mandy being the witch that she was would just love to try and sabotage her happiness in some way. Calling her a dumb blonde must be a real boost to her gargantuan ego.
"She's pathetic!" Clover said, continuing to glare as she thought about the woman in question who she'd hated for literally almost all of her life.
"That she is…" Alex agreed as she tossed the book in the pile of torn packaging so that it would be thrown out with the trash and Clover wouldn't have to see it again. Picking up a bride and groom cake petit four she put in her mouth and chomped it down before continuing. "And It's pretty sad that she's still clinging onto Blaine seeing she's marrying David soon."
And Sam, who had been busy being relieved that Mandy's past bitchiness had usefully kept her friends from suspecting that someone far more sinister had been behind the impolite present suddenly found herself gasping in shock.
"Mandy's marrying David? David Jones?" Sam said, wanting to make sure they were talking about David from their high school days and not another David.
Sadly for her a second later, with a nod of their heads they both confirmed that it was indeed the same David that Mandy was wedding and not another guy.
Seeing all the shock on Sam's face Clover sighed. "Yea, I know right?" she said, looking disgusted at what a waste of a perfectly good-looking guy this was. Moving onto her next present Clover let out a small huff. "But hey, if he's into a whore like her then I say he deserves her," she said before aggressively tearing into the shiny blue wrapping of the box she was holding in her lap still pissed at Mandy for sending her that gift. She had half a mind to send her a book titled "Commitment for Loose Sluts" to get back at her.
"Let him marry her," Alex muttered before smirking. "I'll bet that marriage won't last more than a month anyway."
"A month? Pfft!" Clover said, her eyes glinting evilly. "I'll bet it won't last more than week. In fact I'll bet Mandy will probably sleep with the wedding planner before she even says "I do" to David."
"Or the best man," Alex said smirking.
"Or David's cousin," Clover grinned.
"Or David's dad," Britney quipped joining in.
"Or David's grandfather!" Clover added making Alex and Britney look at her in shock as they told her that she was "so bad" for going there but soon bursting out laughing as Clover informed them that this was Mandy they were talking about so really it could happen.
But Sam wasn't taking part in the conversation based around how much of a tramp Mandy Luxe was. She was too busy sitting there with her mouth closed and her head bowed out of sadness as she realized that with the news of David now marrying Mandy that meant that practically any guy that she'd ever had any romantic feelings for in the past was now officially off the market.
Well except for one particular guy.
Inside her mind she pictured a sea foam eyed, tall, muscular, maddeningly handsome man clad entirely in black smirking at her devilishly.
And she immediately berated herself for going there before finding herself drinking the rest of the night away to try and wash down ever even having that thought and everything else that this bridal shower had made her feel. So many things that she couldn't even keep count.
All that she knew was that her head was spinning and she needed some kind of escape from it all. So she made herself one drink, then a second, then another. So many that Clover soon quipped teasingly that whatever happened to her being the alert "responsible" hostess but Sam paid even that no mind as she continued drinking like she never had before.
And soon she lost count of how many drinks she had downed, something she just knew she was going to regret soon enough but for some reason right now, she thought as she poured herself another drink, this one neat.
She could no longer find it in herself to care.
Tapping his foot impatiently in his black leather boot as he sat on her bed in the darkness, Scam wondered what was taking Sam so long to get her butt into the bedroom. He knew the bridal shower had ended about two hours ago and yet his redheaded inamorata was no where to be seen.
His green eyes narrowing into slits of feral intent his thoughts remained on Sam. She knew he was waiting for her right? Or had she dared to forget? Dared to forget after she had promised him she'd remember? After he'd trusted her to?
Annoyance coursing through his veins at that thought Scam cursed at himself for ever taking her word and letting her go when he had had her right where he wanted her, had her all vulnerable. He also knew that if Sam had actually lied to him about giving herself to him tonight then he'd have to punish her for it and punish her good but honestly, he sighed almost in a tired way.
He wasn't in the mood to play cat and mouse right now. No he was just in the mood to-
Hearing the door open and shut Scam looked up just in time to see the woman he'd been anticipating finally enter.
"It's about time you showed up," he growled standing up, his eyes looking at her in a chastising way. As if telling her she was going to pay for every extra moment he'd had to wait for her. In fact he was about to say something more about her being foolish enough to make him wait on her when his eyes widened at what she was doing.
Sam was…she was undressing.
His eyes widening, Scam kept his mouth shut as he watched her kick off her heels, then take off her jewellery. She tossed her earrings and necklace messily on the vanity before moving her hands to her hair and quickly pulling her crimson strands down from the elaborate side fishtail braid she'd had it in, undoing the braid entirely before shaking her hair out so that it fell all the down to her waist in lovely crimson waves.
Watching her start to unzip her dress Scam wondered if she somehow hadn't heard him when he'd spoken a few moments ago. Did she not know he was here right now? There was no way she'd be taking off her clothes with the knowledge that he was right there…
Would she?
But he was left further stunned when she turned her head and looked right were he stood, right at him as she slowly, almost teasingly lowered the navy fabric down her frame. It drifted down her chest then her stomach, her hips, and legs before settling into a pool at her feet. And when she stepped out of it, it left her just in her bra and underwear.
And she didn't stop there.
In a flash her undergarments were chucked aside and then she stood there fully naked with the only thing being left on her body being his engagement ring on her ring finger.
And then she stood there just like that, making no move to cover her body from his eyes and just staring back at him unblinkingly with no fear, no nervousness, no shame. Nothing except…
His eyes widened even more because he recognized the only emotion on her face right now. But it was one that he'd never expected her show. Ever.
Lust.
Her cheeks were flamed, her eyes were hazy as she stood there in the dim lighting of the moon within arms reach to him. And he asked himself why wasn't she…why wasn't she running from him?
Scam could practically feel his brain melt from the amount of shock he was registering per second right now. Was she actually just going to give herself to him? Just like that? That…easily?
His body couldn't help but tense from further shock when she just looked him up and down with an uncharacteristically eerie look on her face before coming towards him in slow, steady steps. Soon he could feel her toes brushing his feet, and a second after that her hand reached out and ran down his chest, traveling against the cotton fabric of his black shirt before starting to unbutton it.
And when she had gotten his shirt completely open from the front and was starting to push it off his torso, it was at this point that Scam finally located his missing voice.
"…What… What are you doin-" he started to ask but was rendered speechless again when Sam pressed her index finger against his lips to silence him.
Then she looked up and into his eyes, looking deep into them unwaveringly before smirking at him.
Smirking…at HIM.
"You said I can't fight this remember?" she purred, dropping her finger and soon wrapping her arms, both of them around his neck tightly while she pressed her naked body to his and smirked harder when she felt his body immediately stir in response to hers being so close to it while he stood frozen completely slack in her hold.
"So I might as well…" she said bringing her lips closer and closer to his which were parted out of extreme shock at just what was going on here.
She paused there for a long moment, staring at his flabbergasted face and all the confusion she found there, drinking it up and savouring it like someone stranded on a desert for months and months relished their fist sip of water before she whispered darkly. "Enjoy it…" right as she planted her lips firmly onto his and pushed him back, still kissing him …
Right onto her bed.
I'm so happy I finally got to update this for you guys. Seriously I can't tell you guys HOW much! *cries tears of joy*
Ok so… I'll leave you guys to figure out what's going on in that ending there XD Though I would love to hear your reactions to it and the chapter.
So please review for me and let me know if I should update this (or try to anyway) again soon or not. I'd really appreciate it especially seeing it's been so freaking long since the last installment. *Sigh*
I'm so sorry this is so long btw. It wasn't going to be this lengthy but then I didn't feel right cropping the bridal shower scenes since they felt important so I left them in. Hope no one minds. :)
More updates are coming! And oh and before I forget, I dunno how many of you remember my oneshot Too Late but over the years (yes it's been years, where DOES the time go?!) quite a few people have asked for a sequel to it and after much thinking and planning I am happy to announce….
That there WILL be a sequel to it. :D I've actually begun to write it already and the way it's looking now, it may be a full-length story and not just a oneshot. But I'll have to see. Anyway I think I should shut up now haha. Please review to make my day as I've had a semi-crappy one. *grumble* Thanks so much guys!
LOVE ALWAYS,
Cresenta!
PS: As of this last March it's officially been TEN YEARS since I started writing on this site. 10 years. A decade of writing Sam/Scam stories. When I realized that it put a stupidly happy smile on my face so I thought I'd share it with you guys. I feel like I've unlocked some secret achievement or something lol.
Anyway I just wanted to thank you guys for being my audience for a decade (and counting) now. It means more to me than any words I could come up with could ever say. Love you guys! Thank you all so, so, SO much!