Sam And Monica Novels & Stories

At least someone's love life was growing. The next day at the office, I was busy on my computer when my boss walked in fuming. "Samantha we need to talk"he said. "Sir If I may ask, what is this about?"I asked. He settled into the seat across mine crossing his arms under his chin on the desk. "I wanted to ask you a few questions," he said. "Well, ask away" I responded intrigued. "What is your relationship with Maeve?" he asked. I reared back as if I had been slapped.

I retorted, meeting her gaze. She laughed softly, a sound that held no warmth. “I just find it amusing that the ‘perfect Luna’ can’t even keep her husband’s interest.” I clenched my jaw, choosing to ignore her taunt. I reached my plate from the omega serving me, and Olivia continued. “Oh, come on, Samantha,” she pressed with a vicious edge to her smile. “You know he doesn’t care, right? You’re just… convenient.” Dominic glanced at me briefly before turning back to his meal, leaving me to fend for myself.

Sam requested as she continued to eat. “Well my parents have been together for nearly thirty-five years, I am the baby of three children. My father is a lawyer in New York and so is my brother, Josh but he lives in L. A. My mother is your typical high-class social bee, and my sister, Lizzy, lives in Missouri living the soccer mom life. Not much more the Andrews family,” he explained a little monotonously, “What about you Sam, do you have any siblings, and your mother?” He got up picking up the empty plates from the table once they had finished.