Once the process began things had gotten even busier, and Sam and Amy hired three more staff members, and it still didn’t feel like enough. When Jamie worked there, she was so efficient, and her idealism helped them make headway but not they were starting to slip behind again. Sam had spent almost every day the past several months working traveling weekly, and when he was in town, he spent long hours in the office and often did not get home until well past midnight.
It wasn’t until the following week did it start slow down as they had finalized the logistics of their retail and big box shelf placements. Things weren’t expected to pick up again for a while, but Sam wanted to take the opportunity to catch up on some long overdue paperwork when he heard a loud commotion from the front office. What is going on?
Curious as to the nature of the noise Sam opened his office door to see a crowd surrounding Jamie and her friend Lisa. She stood there with a cane to keep her balance while Lisa held her purse on Jamie’s behalf. The staff excitedly bombarded Jamie with questions and hugs making remarks about how much they missed her and asking her how she was doing. Sam walked out of his office hesitantly to join the commotion but wasn’t quite sure what Jamie’s state of mind was about him. Last they spoke she wanted to cut ties and said goodbye.
Jamie looked up noticed Sam despite the commotion and chaos and her smiles instantly turned expressionless. “Hello, Sam.”
“Hello Jamie, how are you?” Sam asked cautiously as the room went quiet.
“I’m doing good considering.” Jamie nodded towards the cane as she limped forward a couple of steps.
“Looks like physical therapy is helping.” Sam smiled.
“It is.”
“What are you doing here?” Sam asked.
“Listen, can we talk for a minute?”
“Sure, I’ve only got a few minutes, though. I was just finalizing some paperwork in my office, but I need to go home early and pack, I have an early flight in the morning.” Sam said averting his gaze. He was trying to not look at her but couldn’t help it.
“I wanted to talk to you about what I had said at the victory party at Felix’s house.” She said as he closed his office door.
“Please sit.” Sam gestured toward the guest chairs.
“No thank you, I’ve been doing nothing but mostly sitting these past few months. I’d like to stand up for a while.”
“Jamie, there’s nothing to say. I’ve been thinking a lot these past few months, and I understand where you came from. I still am sorry for everything you’ve had to endure because of me and now this…”
“Sam, none of this was your fault. It was my mistake.”
“But my dog.”
“It’s not your fault. Sam I don’t want you to stay away.”
“What do you mean?”
“I missed being around you, and then my parents told me that you covered my entire hospital stay and ICU bill and that you offered to cover my physical therapy as long as I need it. Sam, you shouldn’t have done all of that.”
“Jamie, it was a burden I know your parents couldn’t afford.”
“You didn’t have to do it, we would have figured it out,” Jamie said.
“How?”
“It doesn’t matter, but we would have,” Jamie explained.
“I wanted to do it because I cared, I’d do anything to help you.”
“Why? I know you care, but no one cares that much especially when I know that you aren’t interested in the way I would have hoped.”
“No, you don’t know. Not entirely. When you were gone, and then you had gotten into that accident, and I ran out there and saw you lying unconscious, it killed me. I felt angry, helplessness, fear, anxiety and sadness. All at once. Jamie, I’ve never felt that intense as I had that day seeing you there. God, to feel that helpless, I hadn’t felt like that since the day my father died. I have never cared that much about anyone besides my family since my dad’s death until now. Jamie, it isn’t that I’m not attracted to you because I might be. I think you are an amazing girl. You really are. It’s just me that’s all.”
“What do you mean just you?”
“I haven’t been in a long-term relationship since my divorce and with living here in Sutton Hill, being in the limelight, my famous father and the value of his estate. I don’t know. I guess it all became a turn-off especially since my dad’s death and the only way I knew how to deal with it was to throw myself into my work and honoring my father’s legacy. That’s what I’ve done for years, and I’ve spent a long time working long hours while spending any free time I could spare on my boat, with Owen. That’s how I’ve lived my life because it was safe, private and comfortable.”
“Safe from what or who exactly?” Jamie asked.
“From everyone and everything. Growing up in my family, you were constantly in the limelight and around prying eyes. Your privacy always invaded, always approached and you didn’t know whether someone that came into your life was actually interested in you or because of where you came from. It’s been a huge burden to bear, and I’ve tried so hard to get away from that. For years, I’ve done it successfully and up until you came around, I had never let anyone in.”
“I never meant to put so much pressure on you, Sam. Dealing with my anger and tears must have taken such a toll on you, I am so sorry for the way I behaved and for blaming you instead of blaming myself.”
“Well, I’m still here aren’t I? Jamie, I’ve decided to take the time to go to therapy to work on things and I know it’s probably too much to ask, but I’d really like it if we were still friends.” Sam asked.
“Of course, I missed you a lot, Sam. I’d rather have you around than not.”
“But proving therapy works and I sort what my feelings truly are…if I’m comfortable enough, one day I’d like to ask you out on an official date, that’s if you would still have me?” Jamie asked.
“I thought you were completely not interested.”
“I don’t know if that’s the case, I’m discovering feelings about myself I never knew I had only to realize what I thought I wanted, might not be the case at all. What I would like is to spend more time with you and see where things go. Especially when it’s hard to distinguish if what I’ve felt is authentic or not so I wanted to try and give it a shot when I’m ready to see what happens.” Sam suggested.
“I think I can do that. I can be patient, I need to work on my own inner demons.”
“God, I missed you,” Sam said as he pulled Jamie into a tight hug that comforted her.
“Besides Sam, I didn’t drive twelve miles for nothing.”
The End
I wanted to thank you for taking the time in reading Serendipity: Twelve Miles. This is book one of a 3-part series that follows the lives of Sam Ellis and Jamie Winters.
It brought me great joy to write this as this book is based on a true story that is still occurring as we speak! It should continue to serve as a basis for the rest of the books in the Serendipity series. If you can do me a favor and take the time to review my book. I would like your honest feedback that I will take with me as tools to improve this book’s future drafts and the follow-up books in the series.
Thank you once again, and I’ll see you in the next one.
Told You So
A Ménage, Contemporary Romance
By Elle Crosby
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and Second Chances Press
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Chapter One
There are studies out there that show data of everything imaginable, from the tallest person, the heaviest person, oldest person and those that have the biggest….ahem, well you know what I’m talking about. They say women are okay with average and ordinary, but what’s normal anyway?
What about personality? Doesn’t my character, attitude and confidence matter anymore? They also say it’s not necessarily size, but the motion of the boat on the ocean and they say men are shallow.
I can tell you a secret, however. Being bigger is such a hassle, not just for me but for every single woman I’ve ever been with. I’m sure when they are with their friends they are showing me off, bragging but when she and I are alone together – it's complaining.
Funny thing is everyone in my family is bigger. Taller to be exact. My dad was several inches over six feet, and my mom was a few inches under so it wasn’t really a surprise that I made the basketball team in high school. Well actually it was, I only grew up to 5’9”. Got you there! When I started high school, I still hadn’t hit that hormonal stage but by the time I graduated I was larger than life down there and being somewhat average in height must have been to compensate for that.
Eventually, everyone in the locker room in high school found out, and due to my shyness, it didn’t help me any, but now that I look at it now, I probably was the talk of the town, and my number was probably in a lot of cell phone address books.
Being shy, I kept to myself – insecure about what I considered a deformity back then, and I got teased a lot. Eventually, I turned eighteen and so did one classmate that I had a crush on her for the past four years. One day I gathered the confidence to ask her out. Okay I’ll be honest, she was the one to ask me out, and I know it wasn’t for my great personality. Now, if I had asked her out it wouldn’t have been for her great personality either. She was blonde, average height, and a perky personality to match her 36 C breasts. Not to mention she was Jr. Captain of the cheerleading squad. I wasn’t dumb enough to go after the real Captain, but let’s save that for another day. But let’s get back to the cheerleader that asked me out. She was one of those girls who had perfect breasts that would bounce and jiggle every time she walked, and she was every boy’s wet dream. She was definitely mine.
She wasn’t much in the smarts department, but that didn’t matter to me at the time. I found out at our 10-year high school reunion that she ended up marrying an average guy and had several kids with him in a lovely cottage style home with a white picket fence. Ironic isn’t it?
Kelly (the cheerleader) turned eighteen the week before me and rumor had it that she had slept with most of the basketball team, except me of course but then again at the time she didn’t know about by growth spurt the summer before Senior Year.
When I finally did, and she had asked me out, I ended up losing my virginity to her. We had sex frequently before my growth spurts became too much to handle for her, and she found another guy.
“It’s starting to hurt now.” She said when she broke it off. She didn’t seem to be complaining when I first pounded into her pussy. How was I supposed to know? Sure when I was really in the mood, I pounded into her hard, but I thought women liked it rough, but I guess when you are the size of an elephant, it can be too much.
But she was my first sex partner and everything I had heard about women saying they wanted this or that was completely wrong. Sure I know my 8 ½ inches was more than the average guy, and when women heard about the size they always came crawling, but when they finally had it, they seemed to run away.
The summer after high school graduation, I did manage to ask several other classmates I had known previously when I ran into them, but none of it lasted very long. Most of my sex life after that was nonexistent. All I had was myself, and that always got boring after a while.
When I started college, things got worse for a while and then eventually got better. The sister of one my college roommate came to visit him once, and when she eventually got wind of my situation, she kept bugging him to bring him home for family dinner.
His sister Jane was nearly my height, blonde and beautiful to look at. She was slim with DD breasts which I found fantastic. When I started coming to his house with him for Sunday night dinners, I noticed her trend of going braless and I could see her nipples poking against her tight fitting shirt. It always gave me a hard-on and the problem of hiding it and escaping his parents’ house at the end of the night.
She was twenty-three and had just graduated college the previous year and was looking for a full-time job and so she was home more often than she wanted to be. One night when I was there for the usual Sunday night dinners, as his parents came to like me, I was talking about basketball with Jerry (my college roommate), and she ended up sitting next to me on the living room couch. Their parents had already gone up to bed, so it was just the three of us alone. She was more deliberate and obvious on this evening because her parents weren’t around and she couldn’t care less what her younger brother Jerry thought even if I was his friend.
When Jerry, stood up and went to the bathroom
“Jerry says you play basketball and know how to fix cars.” She said as a matter-of-fact statement when Jerry got up to use the restroom upstairs.
“Maybe you can take a look at my car in the garage sometime. I had one of my friend’s whose supposedly a mechanic try and fix it, but he couldn’t figure it out but maybe you can.”
“If a mechanic couldn’t figure it out, what makes you think I can?”
“I believe he was just too young and only agreed to come over and fix my car just so he could get with me. I wasn’t into that so he eventually claimed he couldn’t repair the vehicle and left.”
I just nodded, half listening to her rambling. If I knew her from another part of my life and things being different, I would have taken her up on her offer, maybe. But somehow despite my denial in my head, my other head had an ego and said to Jane that I could fix it and that I’d have a look at it the next evening and that I’d bring all the tools I had.
She said to not worry about the tools, that I could use her dad’s and that if I could come on Friday instead that everyone would be gone and that I wouldn’t be disturbed as much. Her dad didn’t like anyone touching his tools, but a part of me suspiciously thought there was more to it than that.
“Don’t bother to eat dinner beforehand, I’m going to fix you up a nice dinner as a thank you for agreeing to fix my car. Do you like rib eye?”
“Yes,” I said. Any type of red meat sounded great as I was used to the usual dorm food or microwaveable noodles.
Chapter Two
That Friday evening, she had called me to let me know what time to come as not to be disturbed, and I pulled up in front of her house. Without Jerry or her parents around, the room was dimmer than it usually was. The two car garage door was slightly open with a dim light as well. Through the crack in the garage doorway, Jane had what looked like a 10-year-old red Beamer convertible.
She suddenly appeared behind me and with one glance at her she was dressed more provocatively than she normally did on Sunday night dinners. Her smile seemed more like Come Hither than Come on in. Made me wonder again if her car really did need fixing. She wasn’t lying. However, it really did need fixing but just a battery replacement that she had bought already. It was a quick little fix, and it was problem solved.
Well, it actually wasn’t a quick little fix. It took longer than it should have because Jane and her body kept getting in the way. At one point during my rambling, while I assessed her engine I had looked up, and she had about positioned the top of her cleavage near my face, and it stopped me mid-sentence. It kinda kept getting annoying as I was semi-interested in getting the car fixed and she was preventing me fro
m doing so.
"Okay, there we got it.” I said as I tightened the last bolt on the car battery.
“Great!” She exclaimed as she threw her arms around me and hugged me so tight I could feel those perky nipples poking me in the chest. She then laid a huge kiss on my lips that quickly turned into her sticking her tongue down my throat while moaning loudly. I didn’t expect that at all let alone with someone who had the option of kissing anyone else.
She eventually let me go and asked if I was hungry and that after we ate that she may have other things of hers that I could fix. After the delicious rib eye dinner that she fixed for me, she eventually asked if I wanted to go for a drive. It was getting late, and I had to study for Monday’s exam, but I reluctantly agreed.
Jane said we could take her beamer and that if I wanted to drive it, I could. I took her on her offer, and she offered to give me driving directions to places she wanted me to see. The directions were kinda odd as we ended up through a neighborhood called Hotel Row. A street block with the hotel after hotel and motel after motel. Everyone who was looking for something usually came to this part of town.
“Turn into this parking lot.” She said pointing to a two-start motel parking lot at the end of the block and instructed me to park in the spot in front of the last motel door in the compound.
“I have a room here that I occasionally rent out for a few days when my parents become too much to handle and stress me out. Come inside with me. The things I need are upstairs.” She pointed to a 2nd-floor door, right above where we were parked.
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