Novel & Cerita Lincoln X Sam

"I can't believe I've just met the notorious Lucas Nicholas Alexander up close." Samantha spoke suddenly while driving the sleek Lamborghini smoothly across the spacious highway. From reviewing the pointers of today's meeting in my notepad, my attention switches to hers in a snap. "He's nothing like the man I heard people talk about before." She continued without tearing her gaze off the road.

May kakaibang kislap sa mga mata ng lalaki nang sambitin ang huling kataga. Mistulang basang sisiw si Sam habang pauwi sila. Nasa likod ito ng sasakyan ni Lyon. Walang kakibu-kibo. "Bumili tayo ng makakain dito," suhestiyon ni Lyon habang inihihinto ang kotse sa tapat ng isang convenient store na magdamagan ang serbisyo. "Siguradong hindi pa kumakain si Sam."

“Yeah. I mean, how else will we get your mom to believe we’re dating?” “We can hold hands.” I lifted an eyebrow. “True. Good start, but if we were actually dating. I’m pretty sure we’d know some things about each other too. Like, what’s your favorite color? Why did you get an electric car instead of gas? Who’s your best friend? Where are you ticklish?” Lincoln paused, the frown firmly back in place. “Green, because I care about the Earth, my brothers, and right behind my ears.” I nodded, trying to memorize his rapid-fire responses. “Okay. Now you ask me.”

“It is. He’s been really good to me.” Lincoln leaned forward a little, his tone turning more casual but with an edge. “You know, when I first saw you at the bank, I thought a lot of guys would be into you. You’ve got that whole calm-but-fierce thing going on. But I didn’t know you were into married men too.” I went still, the cup halfway to my lips. “What do you mean?” Lincoln raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. “Aghh. Don't you know? Ryder is married. He has a wife. Samantha. For 5 years now.”

"And why are you with this phone, Sam?" "A lady came to our store earlier and dropped this phone," Sam explained. "We think she misplaced it or lost it." "Okay, where is the store?" I asked, my voice firm and commanding. "1235 Lincoln Street, downtown," Sam replied. Without hesitation, I instructed my driver, "Stop at 1235 Lincoln Street, downtown." As we arrived, I surveyed the area, my gaze taking in the neon signs and provocative store displays that lined the street. It was clear that this was no ordinary shopping district, but rather a place where secrets and desires were brought to life.

I find all of them in the living room drinking some of my very expansive bourbon. "I hope you're going to replace that," I tell them. "Sure but knowing you it is probably 500 dollars or more," Will said. "Fine we will get you a new one but can we go I have some ladies to meet," Sam whined. We left to find a car to take. I decided on my White tesla. We all climbed in. Me and Will in the front. Brian, Sam, and Zach in the back. "Brian your leg is touching mine," Sam complained.

Lincoln asked before I had the chance to ask my wolf what her problem was, where I had to sigh a little knowing we didn’t have many. “We have to keep things normal, maybe we can keep an eye on his men to make sure they’re also not planning anything I haven’t been told about, but if we want to ensure Polly isn’t dead by the end of the day, we can’t act on it yet. I know Samual says he trusts me but with this only being our first conversation in years, I have to guess he has some suspicions about my loyalty to him and will be on the lookout.” I explained knowing how hard it’s going to be tomorrow not only navigating the nerves I will feel for the terrifying ceremony but now having to try and a

*Lunch time* We went out of the building and as expected the MIB guides us inside the car. "Shit Ella! This car is gorgeous" "Lincoln Navigator. This car is for royalties!" Mark said. "Lincoln? Who is lincoln? Why are we talking about the president?" I ask. "Tsk. No Ella. Not Abaraham Lincoln." "Ah..okay" I shrug my shoulders still confuse. The both of them still talking about the car. We arrive at a restaurant that I don't know what name. I just care if their food is delicious.

I say as I mark my territory. “I can call it a truce for now, but the minute Robbie walks into my door, I can make no promises. So let’s get back out there and enjoy the rest of our meal,” Sam says, holding the door and tapping her foot against the linoleum floor. I follow behind. Sam has just declared war, and if she doesn’t watch her back, Mark Lewis might learn the truth about Robbie and Sam. Because no one double-crosses Missy Guidi, not even a bride-to-be.

“As if your presence is of any importance.” “Shut up, Lydia,” Samu cut in coldly, surprising everyone, and she turned to her brother as if the roles had suddenly been switched. “Lincoln, are you crazy? Clearly these ten years you spent overseas have gone to your head.” Lincoln did not appreciate the blunt. “Do you want me to spell it out to you? That place is forbidden, what makes you think you can go there?” “That place…” Lincoln said through his teeth, and for a second I feared that he was going to let everything slip, but his gaze found mine for a second. “Lydia, let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and did not wait for her to protest.