Sam Evans And Mercedes Jones Novels & Stories

he replied shabbily. She looked at Amber sitting carefully on the single sofa. Both of them had been crying, one cried because of the past, because of what her past might do to her present relationship and the other cried because of what he just found out. “Is everything good? I heard noises. I came to pick up Mason, we are going home today,” she said, trying to calm the brewing storm in the room. “Yeah, we are good,” Amber forced out a smile. “We are far from good,” Evans voiced out immediately. “Do you want us to do this in front of her?”

He told her and she said nothing. Meanwhile, Sam had opened the car door and his business partner stepped down. He looked down the road and caught a glimpse of Emma who immediately turned around and their eyes met. "Oh my God! " he mumbled. "Are you okay? " asked his business partner. "Yes I am okay. " he replied. In his heart, Sam prayed Emma didn't have a different idea of him and Stacy his business partner. He likes Emma and wouldn't want her to assume he was playing around. Hope she didn't see him he thought because he was chatting and laughing with Stacy in the limousine and his windscreen was down. Who was that heading to the grocery store with Emma? He thought. Sam then drove away to

When we pull up, I say to Sam, "What now?" I open my door and the officer walks over to me. He asks, "Ma'am, are you Jenna Davis formerly Jenna Harrison?" Sam stares at me and I glance over at her with furrowed brow. I reply to the officer, "Yes. Why?" "Because, I have a message from Dean Smith. He has been in a car accident and is in County General, but he needs you to contact his lawyer because he was drinking while intoxicated. Once he gets done at General, they are taking him over to the jail Ms."

“You’re done for the day.” He blinked once. “Done?” “Yes.” Did this man enjoy making me repeat my words or was he plain out deaf? “It’s barely evening,” he argued. “You’ve had a long first day.” He looked at me uncertainly. “So have you.” “That’s my problem.” The entire board was watching the exchange between Evan and me. I ignored them. “Go home, Carter.” Evan took one look at everyone around and gathered up his files slowly. “Yes, sir.”

“I’ve seen them. We haven’t been formally introduced.” “This is Eva and Dean. They’re siblings, though you’d never guess from looking at them.” “Nice to meet you,” I said. Eva offered her hand, giving me a slow once-over. “Nice to meet you too,” she replied with a glint in her eye. Dean was more reserved. “So, you’re Amber’s boss?” he asked, as if trying to fit all the puzzle pieces together in his head. “I am. Is that a problem?” “I just wasn’t expecting someone so young.”

Amelia said kindly. "Thank you so much for your wishes. I hope my future wife will be as beautiful as you." "That's impossible. Because I'm one of a kind in this world. There's only one of me, no duplicates." Evan Laughed. "Really? Or, if you change your mind tomorrow and want to be with me, I’m ready anytime to replace Ethan." Amelia laughed. Evan's joke really lifted her mood today. The two of them finally arrived at the basement parking lot. Evan happily opened the car door for Amelia. From a distance, a man was watching their closeness.

Elmy and Zayne froze when they heard their own conversation being replayed. A victorious grin spread across Sam’s face. “Sunny. I remember her. Your ex-girlfriend—the one involved in that huge loan under Kensley’s name a year ago.” He stopped the recording. “I’ll keep quiet about your little crazy agreement,” Sam said casually. “On one condition. Acquire my company.” “Bastard.” “Well, if you want Marietta to drop dead from a heart attack when she hears about this, then sure—go ahead and ignore my offer.”

~ MARTY~ Eva pushed open my office door. The effort it took was obvious, but she would rather struggle than ask for help. "Mat, Mr. Sam wants you to handle him today. He rejected Lisa and made it clear that if you don't come, he'll take his contract to another fashion brand." She sounded irritated. Eva hated people who mixed business with personal interests. She was convinced Mr. Sam had a crush on me and that was why he always requested me whenever he visited.

He ended the call with a crease in his forehead. I recognize that look. Dad wears that face every time he’s about to break a promise to me for the weekend because of work. Approaching me, Evan set his phone on the coffee table and scooped me to sit on his lap. “Work?” I mumbled, nose nuzzling under his chin, feeling his pulse against my cheek while my palms rested just right above his heart. Hm, he’s so warm and cozy. Evan sighed. “They need me on the site in Brooklyn.”

"I'll need to check with my Mistress to see if she has an objection, but I wouldn't anticipate an issue." "How is your Mistress?" "She's doing very well. She's had children, twins, you know?" "I didn't know that. Wonderful news, I'm sure. Who's the father?" "Sam Evans. I should tell you I'm pregnant, too." "Planned?" "Oh, yes. Very planned." "Who's the father?" "Same father, Sam Evans." "Who the fuck is this Sam Evans guy?" "You'd know if you ever came to visit." "Jesus. Most lesbian ex-girlfriends don't want to see their ex-boyfriends."