Sam convinces his coworker to pretend to be his girlfriend during the Christmas week with his parents.
I hung up the phone when I saw Sam peeking at me. "Your office is across the hall," I reminded, straightening the notes on my desk. I rolled my eyes when I noticed that he wasn't going away. "What?"
He slowly entered the room and stood in front of my desk. "I need a little help… a favor."
Of course! I always have to swoop in a save Sam. I finish my work during the day, but I stay late to finish his. The projects I complete for us have been so good that he's my competition for the promotion that I worked years for.
"No, it's not work," he corrected. "My parents sorta had this dream life for me: finish school, have a good job, and get married. You and I know that I've done two of the three, but they don't. I-"
"I'm not your therapist." I let him ramble a little longer; I was waiting for the point. "Say what you need and get out of my office."
"I talked to them yesterday, and they invited me to bring my girlfriend home for the holiday. I didn't have the heart to tell them the truth." He sat and began to rub his hands. "So I need- No, I'm asking you- I know this will sound a little crazy. I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend for the holiday."
Crazy was an understatement.
"You're kinda my work wife. We've worked together for a long time. I thought it would be easier to pretend for a few days." He could tell that I wasn't moved. He stood. "I shouldn't have asked. I'll go."
I silently weighed my options, and crazily had more reasons to do it. "I'll do it, but I need you to do something for me. You have to let me have the promotion."
"Sure, it's yours. I'll step back."
"And you have to admit the you're unqualified."
"... I'll give you the promotion."
I flipped through my notes as we drove to Sam's family's home. I didn't want to be there, but I just focused on my reward.
"Meeting my family isn't a test. You don't have to study," he laughed.
"The notes are the outline of this stupid relationship we've built. I don't want to embarrass myself and let this plan fall apart just because we don't give the same answer."
"Don't stress, and it'll all come easily. We're here."
I sat in the car alone for a moment to figure out how I was going to stomach a house full of Sams for seven days. I turned to see a blonde woman rushing out of the house. "Oh, here it goes."
"Hey, Mom," Sam greeted as he slammed the trunk close. He dropped the bags to hug his mother.
I give a tight lip smile when I was out of the car. "Hi, Mrs. Evans. Thank you for inviting me to be apart of your holiday."
The woman pulled me into an embrace. "We're thrilled to have you. You're practically part of the family now. Come inside," she ordered, guiding me by my hand. "I'm glad you two came early. Gives us time to talk before your brother and sister arrive. Just put your things in your room, and I'll fix some hot cocoa. Would you like marshmallows?"
"No marshmallows. Um, we're sharing a room?" I asked.
"I'm not going to pretend like you two don't sleep in the same bed."
Sam and I dropped our bags in the bedroom without a word. We entered the living room and met Sam's father.
"It's nice to meet you, Mertle."
"Likewise, but my name is Mercedes," I corrected. I couldn't even get upset with him forgetting a name that he only heard two days prior.
Mrs. Evans handed out the mugs. "I could drive a bus between you two," She joked after noticing Sam and I sitting at different ends of the couch. When Sam scooted towards me, she took the spot he abandoned. "How long have you been dating?"
"A few months, but we've worked together for years," Sam answered.
I sat back and let Sam do all the talking. I was lost in my thoughts until I felt Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I didn't fight it, deciding that it was a small gesture. Moments later, he randomly kissed my forehead- I wasn't going to let that go.
"I changed my mind," I piped up. "I do want marshmallows in my hot chocolate. Sam, can you please show me to the kitchen?" I followed Sam into another room. Knowing that we were out of earshot, I warned him, "Do that again, and I will throw this hot chocolate in your face."
"Come on, Mercedes, it was just a little peck."
After a minute of arguing, I give up. "We couldn't find the marshmallows. Just forget it," I announced, rejoining his parents.
I stood in the entrance of the living room, watching Sam's family decorating their tree. They seemed so happy. It was hard being the uptight one, but I couldn't fall into their picture perfect family… I refused to let myself do that.
"You're standing under the mistletoe," Sam stated, join me. He was pushing it.
"Well, you can kiss my ass," I hissed. "I'm getting ready for bed."
Christmas was four days away, but Mrs. Evans was cooking a big meal. She jumped between activities as she rambled to Stacy and me- mostly to me.
"I could always depend on Sam to do what's right. He worked very hard in college. I know it probably wasn't easy with his dyslexia, but he finished. He met you, and you two seem so happy."
"Yeah." I returned to my phone, responding to texts between the conversation with Ms. Evans.
Stacy stopped cutting the fruit and looked at us. "I think they're one of the most mismatched couples in history." She held her hands up after being scolded by her mother. "I didn't mean anything bad. You just seem really mature, and Sam's… odd. You have to find him a little annoying."
I thought he was annoying as hell, but I couldn't say that out loud. "Love is blind."
Her mother smiled at my answer. "Your brother can be serious. One day he might be serious enough to get married."
"Mom," Stacy groaned, knowing where the conversation was heading.
"I just want to see one of my kids get married."
I looked up with confusion. "Stevie's married."
"Yes, but he ran off to Vegas. I'll probably be six feet under before Stacy settles down," she doubted. "I've dreamt of planning their weddings since they were babies. I'm not trying to put any pressure on you and Sam, but you're special to him. I know these things."
Under her stare, I felt like I had to respond. "Um, when the time is right."
She nodded then passed me a plate with a dessert roll. She ordered me to try it.
Sam entered just as I put my phone down. "She can't have that," he declared. He moved the plate, earning confused looks. "She's allergic to nuts."
He knew that? I thought.
Mrs. Evan froze after realizing the damage she could have caused. "I am so sorry."
"It's fine."
"Good thing I showed up when I did, right?" Sam took my hand and flashed his smile. "Mom, what's all this food for?"
"We have to feed our party guests," she chuckled.
"Party?"
"Anytime I can get all three of my kids together is a reason to celebrate. All the neighbors are coming."
I was shuffled through the party, meeting every family member and neighbor that attended.
Stacy stopped me. "Your phone's been ringing for the last thirty minutes." She eyed me as I took the phone from her. "It's Michael."
I was confused by her attitude, but chose to ignore it. I stood by the fireplace to have a moment alone. I was responding to my text messages when Sam came to me.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"I'm not the one for crowds, and I've had enough small talk to last me until Christmas of next year."
Sam stopped laughing when he noticed some of the kids oohing and pointing at us.
"You're under the mistletoe. You have to kiss," a child giggled.
How many of these things did they hang?
All the partiers gathering around. They wanted to see the fresh couple kiss. They began to chant, "Kiss her. Kiss her."
Sam tried to brush them off. "Please, everyone."
I took a deep breath. I just wanted everyone to shut up. I quickly pecked Sam's cheek, causing the crowd to aww in a mix of pleasure and disappointment. "Yeah," I sighed before walking away.
Sam entered the room to find me sitting in bed. "Mom wanted me to give you this before bed."
"Mmm, hot cocoa," I sarcastically said taking the mug. "Has your mother heard of a wonderful drink called coffee?"
"My mom doesn't think coffee's festive enough for the holidays." He sat at my feet, silent. "Stacy thought you were cheating on me with Michael. She got really mad. I lied and told her that he was your brother."
"Michael is my brother," I corrected.
"Really? You used to talk to him every week on the phone, so I assumed-"
"He's my brother. He only family I've got left," I said without thinking. I shrugged when Sam asked about my parents. "They die when I was young. I was too young to know anything, so I don't let it get me down." I rested the mug against my lip, but paused, remembering what he said. "Don't ever listen to me on the phone."
He smirked and apologized.
"Why didn't you say that you're dyslexic."
For years, I just thought Sam was a slacker by choice. I would have understood him more if I had know he had a disorder. I would admit that he did pretty good on the artistic portion of a project, but if I didn't do it for him, his writing did not match.
"I don't think I should yell it from the rooftops. Most of my job is reading. I can read… well, actually, but I get distracted," Sam confessed. "I know that I push a lot of my work on you, and you probably hate me for it, but you're the only one I trusted. You do everything great." He brought his drink up. "I always thought you were great," he lowly said into his cup. "I think I should get ready for bed."
I shook my head as Sam began to make his bed on the floor. I had made a big deal about not sharing the bed the first night, but I couldn't bring myself to make Sam do it again. "You can sleep in the bed."
After getting confirmation, he joined me. When he thought I was comfortable, he turned away from me. "Goodnight."
I continued to stir, hunting for the perfect position to settle into. I shyly snaked my arm around Sam's midsection, scooted closer, and almost immediately felt comfort.
"I like this, but-"
"Then be quiet," I interrupted.
"I-I was just going to ask to be the big spoon."
"No."
I woke up the next morning to my mind rushing. Throughout the day, I tried to focus, but continued to be distracted with thoughts. The same thoughts kept me up that night.
Sam patted my hand that rested over his abs. "Are you sleeping?" he asked, already sure of the answer. "You were quiet today. Are you okay?"
I stiffly shook my head, not lifting from the blonde's shoulder. "I've been thinking… a lot about you." I wanted to kick myself for saying it.
Sam sat up and turned the lamp on. "What about me?" he asked, receiving a head shake. "Come on."
"A lot of weird things." I sat on my knees to be eye to eye with Sam.
I was watching him with his family, and I thought of how great of an individual he was. He was kind and selflessness. He was an optimist. Then I started to think of things he did for me; things I ignored before. He repeatedly complimented my accomplishments. He was funny, even though he was distracting me from my work. I liked when he smiled at me. He made me feel important.
Sam smiled at me before giving me the one thing I've wanted for the past fifteen hours. He took me in his arms and kissed me with a passion and heat that could make the sun look like a single Christmas light. He nuzzled the neckline of my shirt to kiss the base of my neck.
My hands slid up and down his back before moving to pull Sam's shirt over his head. They slide over his firm chest, down his abs, to his thigh. I graze fingernails along the outside of his pajama pants and feel his erection growing.
He pulled me to straddle his lap. "You're so beautiful," he said as he gazed into my eyes. After opening my shirt, he cupped my breasts. His thumbs teased around my nipples, as he nibbled and sucked lightly along my neck. He leaned forward to claim my breast with his mouth. As he was sucking, biting, and flicking it with his tongue, I cradled his head, holding him closer. Sam kissed his way to the other nipple, being sure to pay just as much attention to it as he had the other. He nipped, licked, and teased causing me to moan.
I moved down Sam and on to my knees. I lowered his pants and released his cock. For a moment, I simply held him in her hand, wowed by his length and fullness. I lower my head to trace my tongue up and down the sides of his hard cock. I tease the tip and lap up the pre-cum; he tasted sweet and exciting. I traced the sides down. I took his balls gently into my mouth, my hair draping over like a curtain. Finally, I bring his cock into my mouth. Bit by bit, I took more of him into my mouth, all the while swirling my tongue. I gripped the base of his cock for stability. I bobbed my head up and down. I get into a wonderful rhythm. I purr as I feel him bulge inside my throat.
Sam pulled me up. He asked if I wanted to go any further, earning a nod. He removed my pajama pants and threw them over the edge of the bed to the floor to join our shirt. He rested me on my stomach. He kissed up my back as he climbed over me. He directed my hips up as he slowly slid his manhood into me. He whispered sweetly in my ear as he inched forward.
I shutter, feeling filled by Sam's cock.
He began as slow and steady rhythm, working in and out of me. He moaned into my ear with every thrust. He began to push faster, harder, and deeper. He reached further down and began to rub my clit, causing my undoing.
I could feel my toes lock in a curl and my leg twitching.I dropped my face into the mattress to hide my moans.
We both climax immensely, feeling a rush of pleasure overtake us together. Our bodies, hearts, minds, and souls were locked together for just a brief period. We both collapsed onto the bed. We began to catch our breath as we pull our bodies tightly together. We feel each other's heart beating fast.
Sam leaned in and kissed the top of my head before we dozed off to sleep.
For days, I was free. I enjoyed the company of the Evans family. I didn't realize how good everything was going until it was too late.
We were finishing out Christmas dinner, when Sam did the unthinkable. "Mercedes," he called as he slid out of his seat. He rested on one knee causing the room to gasp and cheer.
I was frozen in shock. I didn't breath until I heard my phone ring. Saved by the bell, I celebrated.
Mrs. Evans huffed when I stood. "You don't walk away from a proposal."
"Umm, This is an emergency," I lied. "I have to take this."
"You have to come back and accept the proposal," Sam directed, rushing into the room and closing the door behind him. He noticed my bag on the bed and asked, "What are you doing?"
The charade had to stop. If I didn't end it, who would've? Sam seemed like he could continue with this act forever.
"I called a cab. I'm leaving," I admitted, folding my clothes. I could easily see the hurt on Sam's face. "Did you forget that this was pretend?"
"It started that way, but after the other night, I thought we could… were something real."
"No." I began to shove the clothes into the bag, beginning to feel suffocated. I had to get out. "I can't have this," I whispered to myself.
"What can't you have?"
"This: a happy family, a happy relationship, a happy… Happiness! For people like me, it doesn't last." Sam wanted to argue, but I quickly stopped him. "Accept that this is done with."
"I'll let you go, but can I say something first?" he asked locking eyes with me. "I've thought about you too, Mercedes, but it didn't start this week. I always thought that you were amazing. Yes, I stopped pretending. Asking you to be my fake girlfriend was the most realest thing I've done in my entire life."
"Okay," I breathed. I grabbed my bag.
The day I walked out of the Evan's house was the day that I walk away from everything Sam. I turned in my job resignation. I left the city. I did what I had to do to.
Thanks for reading.
I had originally wanted this as a full story, but I just didn't know if I could expand it. I think it was good as short. Would you have read it as a full story?
