A Bitter Coincidence

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Skylar’s (P.O.V.)

We enter his office and Sam gently slaps my arse, “There won’t be much sleeping sunshine.” Leaving us laughing and ripping our clothes off by the time we got into his office. We were both panting and sweating 20 minutes later after the quickest yet sexiest s*x session with him, sprawled over the couch.

My head was on his chest, leg over his and his hand was running up and down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I was content and happy when I was in his arms, loving the feel of his skin on mine.

“Spoke to Mum and she and Grace will host a dinner tomorrow night at the family house. She’s excited to meet you.”

“I’m excited to meet them too. Is there anything I can bring? Drink? Desert?”

“Just bring your lovely self. I may have mentioned your famous toffee cheesecake and mum wants to try it.”

“Then I’ll go home tonight and make it.” I smiled up at him.

“Make it at mine, bring whatever you need over or we’ll pop to the shop after work.”

Knowing I need a little space after today and what Thomas said, I couldn’t tell him that so I had to make something up.

“I need clean clothes and I have all the ingredients at home to make the cheesecake so it’s just easier to go home tonight. I also haven’t seen George in a while, I need a night in with him too.” I said, hoping he’ll buy into my story.

“Okay, angel. No problem, I’ll pick you up tomorrow late afternoon and we’ll drive to Surrey.”

“I miss the countryside. The trees, the wild flowers and the smell of an open fire and freshly cut grass.”

“We’ll go to a cabin up north sometime. Just the two of us in the woods… alone….with no one around for miles.” He whispered and brought his handing wandering down the centre of my stomach to my p***y.

“Mmm. I like that idea-.” His phone beeped, interrupting me. He whined and reach for his jacket that was still on the floor from our quick strip.

“Food is downstairs with Willy, I’ll go and fetch it.” In seconds he got dressed, kissed my forehead and left his office, leaving me naked on his couch. I stretched and reached my dress, I was just pulling it down by the time Sam walked in with carrier bags, the scent of chips and burgers filling the room. My thoughts going to the dinner tomorrow night, my mind racing with what would happen.

We were about 45 minutes into the drive to Sam’s family home, We’ve officially left the city and now there’s greenery and nature all around. Beautiful fields of green and wildflowers stretched for miles and miles. The windows of the car were open and the smell of fresh grass and clean air hit my lungs, the evening light of the sunset hitting our faces, splashing us in colours of pink and orange. I turned towards Sam, who was driving. His hair down and whipping in the wind, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on my legs, his fingers entwined with mine. He looks like an angel wearing navy denim jeans and a white cotton t-shirt with a V neckline that showed off some of his scars. When I first saw him tonight, my heart literally skipped a beat (cringey right?) but with him looking so comfortable showing himself a bit more every day, how could my heart not react. I love how he’s able to show more of himself and not care about his scars as he did a few months ago. Not only do I find it admirable but also so damn sexy.

Lifting his hand to my mouth, I lightly kissed it and sighed happily. Sam looked over at me and brought my own hand to his lips and kissed me back, sending shivers through my body.

“Let’s play a game.” I suggested.

“Okay, you start.” He said.

“You have to say the next thing that relates to the previous thing I say. For example, I would say cat and you could say dog or purr or pet or something else. Get it?’

He chuckled. “Okay then. I’ll start. “Burger.”

“Chips.”

“Potato.”

“Irish.”

“Dublin.”

I made a disgusted face and said “Guinness.”

Sam chuckled and replied back with “Pub.”

“First date.” Not an object but something that popped into my mind. I looked at him and smiled.

“Lips.” He grinned at me.

“Kiss.”

“Eskimo Kiss.”

“Nose.”

“Toes.”

“How does nose and toes relate?!” I laughed. “Shoes.”

“Socks”

“Feet”

“…Fetish.” I chuckled.

“Obsession.” He turned to look at me before looking at the road again.

“Sam.” I stated casually.

Sam looked my way again and squeezed his fingers around my own. “You’re obsessed with me?” he asked.

I snorted and said “Of course I am.” Then realising that sounded stalkerish I quickly said “but not in the ‘I’m going to stalk you and hurt you kind, like those tv shows show.”

“I like you obsessed with me.” He states, looking very serious. “I’m quite obsessed with you too, Angel.” He added.

I gave his hand a squeeze back. “That was fun. How long left of the journey?”

“About 20 minutes or so, the traffic isn’t so bad now and we’ve come out of the city so we shouldn’t expect any. How are you feeling?”

“Nervous, but okay. I’m excited.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about, they’ll love you. They already do and Seth will be there. Do you know if George is coming?” He asked.

“He said he wasn’t asked.”

“Hmm… thought Seth would have mentioned it. Did he seem upset about it?”

“Not then, but George rarely shows his feelings. After I mentioned it, he changed the subject.”

“None of our business then.” He shrugged.

“Guess not. Okay. Tell me again about your Mum and Sister.”

“You know my sister’s name is Grace and my Mum’s name is Viv. Short for Vivian but no one calls her that. Grace is in medical school and mum works for charities and also pops into our business every so often. We have a dog called Rover, a cat called Plum, don’t ask, Grace named the thing.”

I giggled “I’m guessing cats aren’t your thing?”

“I’m more of a dog person but I don’t mind the occasional pussy.”

I lightly smacked him on the arm and mocked scowled at him. “You can’t say things like that! What if your Sister overheard or worse you Mother!”

He turned to look at the back of his car and dramatically shouted “Mum! You there?!”

I rolled my eyes and we both turned to face the front. “Be good.”

He laughed lightly, squeezing my hand and turning down into a long and narrow country road. “We’re almost there.” I took a deep breath and nodded, suddenly feeling even more anxious. What if they don’t like the way I act or look or my hobbies or job or opinions. I feel my hands slightly shake and sweat building in areas I didn’t need sweat building. “Hey.” Sam said. “You’re gonna be okay, I’ll be right there if you need a quick exit but they’ll love you.”

Sam turned into a large drive way that had colourful greenery in the front that looked like a tiny island. Behind it was a grand white stone house that looked like it could fit an army inside. The outside had huge windows with black frames. Black metal stairs curving towards the double front door, lights shining on the lawn and low lights coming from inside. There was a small balcony on one side and several windows facing the front, along with a garage on the side. This house wasn’t just a house. It was a f*****g mansion. My face must have been a picture to Sam because he chuckled next to me and said “Yeah… it’s a bit over the top, but it’s home.”

“It’s beautiful…big but it’s a beautiful home.” I replied back.

“Wait until you see inside Angel.”

Sam parked just off the side, near the garage and we walked out, Sam promising to get our things in a while. Once out, he took my hand brought me to his side, kissing the top of my head. We started walking towards the front door when it burst open and a flash of copper ran out and jumped onto Sam, squealing so loud, birds flew up into the sky in a fright. I stood behind him and watched the greeting, having no idea what to do since Sam let go of my hand to hug back the girl, who I assumed was his Sister. Sam hugged her hard and set her back on her feet, smiling widely. He mumbled something and Grace turned to me, sharing the same smile, hair bouncing in copper waves. Her brown eyes lighter than Sam’s, shining bright with her rosy cheeks and pale skin that housed hundreds of freckles. She’s around the same height as me, her petite frame looking causal in jeans and a long sleeved yellow top. Her feet bare and toes painted pink.

She came towards me and brought her arms around me, hugging me tightly before letting go.

“You must be Skylar. It’s so nice to finally meet you! Sam said you’re beautiful but his words don’t do you justice! I love your dress!” She exclaimed, smiling brightly, her laugh and smile infectious.

I grinned back and shook my head. “That’s really nice of you say Grace, thank you. I love your hair.” I admired the long locks with envy.

She blushed and touched her head. “Would only be me who inherited the ginger gene from Mum whilst my two ugly brothers got the dirty blonde locks.” She smirked at Sam, who just rolled his eyes and came over to my side and brought his arm around me, tugging me into his side and kissing the side of my head. I could feel my face turn red.

“These dirty blonde locks are part of my good looks, kid.” He teased.

“Yeah yeah. That would be true if anyone found you good looking.” She locked eyes with me “Blink twice if he’s holding you hostage, Skylar. We all know he’s all talk and smells like feet on his good day.” She teased back.

“He’s alright I guess. Nothing like a bit of Febreze to get rid of the feet smell.” I shrugged and winked up at Sam. Grace threw her head back and cackled.

“I already love her Sam!” She exclaimed whilst we both laughed, my nerves calming down by her welcoming greeting and witty jokes. She gazed warmly at us for a second, her eyes taking in our intertwined hands. She grinned and grabbed my hand out of Sam’s “That’s enough hogging her big bro, Mum’s dying to meet her!” She dragged me away towards the house and through the front door, Sam not too far behind me, chuckling away.

The interior of the house bright and warm with colours of cream, reds, oranges and browns. The hall way was big and held a long deep brown oak table that held a number of photographs, a cream style rug ran along the length of the hall and hooks were on the walls that held bags and coats. To my right, there was an open living room, cosy with similar colours and a large fireplace and cosy looking brown and tartan couches. Similar oak furniture was around with more pictures and artwork on the walls. Further along the hallway was a closet door and on my left was stairs leading to the 1st floor. Straight on you could see a large open modern kitchen and dining area, as big as Georges and mine’s apartment. The room was bright with sage and cream colours and has updated kitchen appliances and state of the art décor. A huge 12 person wooden table was on one end of the room along with a bookshelf of cooking books and a stereo. The other side of the room was all windows and glass, overlooking acres of green land and hills. The beautiful view making me visualise sitting under the stars with hot chocolate and blankets, Sam behind me snuggling close.

Grace, who still had her arm wrapped around mine said “Mum, looked who arrived.” I turned towards the kitchen area to see a woman that could have been Grace’s double in 30 years ago. The woman, who I assumed was Vivian was beautiful and elegant looking, wearing an apron around her to protect her floral clothing. Similar colour copper hair with streaks of grey was up in a clip piled onto her head. She wore stone earrings and necklaces that gleamed in the light. She smiled big, reminding where all her kids get theirs from and placed the towel on the kitchen counter. She walked over to me, arms outstretched and gave me a brief but tender hug.

“You must be Skylar.” She said, she pulled back and looked me up and down, my nerves suddenly at a high again. “Don’t you look lovely! I can see what Sam sees in you. My boy has great taste.” She winked. I heard a groan from the kitchen door way and looked to see Sam rolling his eyes.

“Thank you for inviting me this weekend Mrs Anderson. You have a lovely home.” I said to her. Nervously biting my lips.

“Hush now, you can call me Viv! And thank you lovely, I’m rather fond of this home and so that’s very kind of you to say. Sam will show you the rest of the house later but for now, you settle down and make yourself at home.” She smiled at me and turned to Sam. “My boy!” She exclaimed and went to hug her son. Sam lifted her up in the air and tightly hugged her back. The vision of them two made me tear up a bit, thinking of how close and tight they are as a family, wishing I could have that with my parents. Vivian fussed over her son, saying he needed a haircut and that he didn’t visit often enough. For the next while, Sam, Grace, Vivian and I all laughed and joked and got to know one another. I found Viv to be amusing and down to earth. She had mad cooking skills and loved providing food for her family whether it was a full dinner, snacks or some baking she did. Grace was similar but she loved to tease her brothers, especially when Seth came to join the group not long after us. I could see clearly that both Brothers enjoyed teasing her right back but their eyes showed nothing but love and adoration for their Sister and Mother. Grace was sarcastic and smart in the medical world but choosing to be a midwife was something she’s always wanted to do and you could tell Vivian was proud of all her children’s paths that they’ve made.

Vivian made a lovely lasagne with garlic bread and salad that filled us all up and encouraged everyone to go up for seconds. Dessert was favourite part; toffee cheesecake, which Vivian confessed that Sam told her was my favourite so she insisted she make it for this special occasion. All through dinner, Sam never strayed too far away and was always touching me to let me know he was there. Hand holding, rubbing his hand up my back and arms, stolen kisses when his family wasn’t looking. Grateful he was comfortable and making me feel at home. The evening was full of laughter and fun, Grace deciding we needed to bring out the wine and a board game. I’ve never laughed so hard and cried happy tears as much as I had tonight. Seth and Sam always teasing each other and cheating through the game every chance they had. Vivian kept scores and decided she had to be peace maker, admitted that games such as monopoly and charades became a war zone in the Anderson household. It was after midnight by the time the night was winding down and I couldn’t contain the yawn that escaped me.

Sam chuckled next to me. “Tired Angel?” He asked.

I nodded sleepily, “I guess so, sorry that was so rude.” I covered my mouth as another one came out. Sam laughed again and stood up with me next to him.

“Guys, Sky and I are gonna hit the pillows.” He announced. Vivian, who was sitting in the large recliner stood up and gave us each a warm hug.

“You guys have a lovely sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She turned to me and whispered “I’m so happy you and Sam met and he brought you here. You are a part of our family now Skylar dear.” Her eyes shimmered with unshed happy tears, making me feel my own throat close up. All I could do was nod and mutter and pathetic thank you. I gave her a hug back and told everyone a goodnight. Keeping my hand tucked into Sam’s as he led us upstairs into a bedroom. My heart and head feeling happy and contented.