Carly. “Fuck!” I yell, causing random strangers to look my way and stare me down.
I take off in a sprint. I’m one block from my dad’s and I have to hurry. Maybe I can get to Sam before she sees this. I dial her number and it goes straight to voicemail.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
When I finally reach the front doors, I’m out of breath and panting, but I don’t stop. I push through and run right past security.
When Rick sees me, he calls out, “Adam, everything okay?”
I wave him off and keep going.
When I finally reach the 21 st floor, I run straight to where I know Sam is seated. Going from cubicle to cubicle, I keep coming up empty until I see a young man. “Sam Brighten?”
He points across the aisle to a cubicle diagonal from his. I rush over only to find it completely empty save for the typical office products.
There’s no sign of anything Sam.
I rush to my dad’s office and throw open the closed door. He looks up from his desk and when he sees me he tells the person on the other end of the phone, “Stan, I have to call you back.” Placing the phone down slowly he looks back up to my face.
I see it then.
Disappointment.
“Dad, I can explain.”
He puts his hand up to halt my words. “Adam. How-why? I just don’t understand how you could be so stupid. Plunge.xxx ? Are you trying to put me in my grave early?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t post that. Carly-she taped that without me knowing.”
“But according to the site, you’re this NYCSir person. You’ve done numerous videos. Is that stuff true?” He looks absolutely horrified.
“Dad, I know how this looks, but I can’t get into it right now. I want to tell you it’s all a lie, but . . . I can’t. I promise we’ll talk soon and I’ll tell you everything, but right now I have to find Sam. Where is she?”
He looks confused. “Samantha Brighten?”
“Yes, Dad. Where. Is. Sam?” I don’t have time for this.
“What the hell do you want with her, Adam?”
“I can’t get into this right now. All you need to know is I need to find her. I’ve been dating her, Dad, and she has to hear me out.”
“She asked to go home early. She wasn’t feeling well.” He gives me a stern look. “She isn’t a play toy, Adam. She’s a good girl and a damn good employee. If you’re the cause of her not being well, we have more problems than one.” His fatherly protection of her warms me. I love that my father is fond of Sam. My Sam.
“I love her. I’m in love with her.” The shock registers on his face because he can see the seriousness in mine.
“Why am I just hearing about this now? What the hell is going on, Adam?”
“Dad, we’ll talk about all of this, I promise. I just have to find Sam first.”
Without a second glance, I run back out the door. I just hope that this hasn’t caused me to lose everything.
17 Samantha
M y vision blurs as tears roll down my cheeks, streaming in dark black rivulets from my mascara. As I swipe them away, my hand is stained with the reminder of his betrayal, each drop of moisture reminding me of what he did.
He lied to me.
He filmed one more video. With her .
Obviously, I’m not enough. A part of me is dying inside. If only I could say I wish I never met Adam, but that would be a lie. I don’t regret a moment of our time together. I will never regret loving him, even if it was only for a brief moment in time. I let out a breath and try to slow my breathing to calm myself. With each inhale and exhale, the tears start to subside.
But then I hear a pounding on my door and Adam’s voice howling on the other side. “Sam! Sam, please let me in!” I ignore him as he continues to pound his fist against the door. “Sam, please! Let me explain. It’s not what it looks like. Sam, I won’t stop knocking until you let me in,” he pleads.
On shaky legs, I walk towards the door and pull it open. Adam looks like shit. His eyes are dark and rimmed with deep circles. He reaches his hand towards me
I take off in a sprint. I’m one block from my dad’s and I have to hurry. Maybe I can get to Sam before she sees this. I dial her number and it goes straight to voicemail.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
When I finally reach the front doors, I’m out of breath and panting, but I don’t stop. I push through and run right past security.
When Rick sees me, he calls out, “Adam, everything okay?”
I wave him off and keep going.
When I finally reach the 21 st floor, I run straight to where I know Sam is seated. Going from cubicle to cubicle, I keep coming up empty until I see a young man. “Sam Brighten?”
He points across the aisle to a cubicle diagonal from his. I rush over only to find it completely empty save for the typical office products.
There’s no sign of anything Sam.
I rush to my dad’s office and throw open the closed door. He looks up from his desk and when he sees me he tells the person on the other end of the phone, “Stan, I have to call you back.” Placing the phone down slowly he looks back up to my face.
I see it then.
Disappointment.
“Dad, I can explain.”
He puts his hand up to halt my words. “Adam. How-why? I just don’t understand how you could be so stupid. Plunge.xxx ? Are you trying to put me in my grave early?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t post that. Carly-she taped that without me knowing.”
“But according to the site, you’re this NYCSir person. You’ve done numerous videos. Is that stuff true?” He looks absolutely horrified.
“Dad, I know how this looks, but I can’t get into it right now. I want to tell you it’s all a lie, but . . . I can’t. I promise we’ll talk soon and I’ll tell you everything, but right now I have to find Sam. Where is she?”
He looks confused. “Samantha Brighten?”
“Yes, Dad. Where. Is. Sam?” I don’t have time for this.
“What the hell do you want with her, Adam?”
“I can’t get into this right now. All you need to know is I need to find her. I’ve been dating her, Dad, and she has to hear me out.”
“She asked to go home early. She wasn’t feeling well.” He gives me a stern look. “She isn’t a play toy, Adam. She’s a good girl and a damn good employee. If you’re the cause of her not being well, we have more problems than one.” His fatherly protection of her warms me. I love that my father is fond of Sam. My Sam.
“I love her. I’m in love with her.” The shock registers on his face because he can see the seriousness in mine.
“Why am I just hearing about this now? What the hell is going on, Adam?”
“Dad, we’ll talk about all of this, I promise. I just have to find Sam first.”
Without a second glance, I run back out the door. I just hope that this hasn’t caused me to lose everything.
17 Samantha
M y vision blurs as tears roll down my cheeks, streaming in dark black rivulets from my mascara. As I swipe them away, my hand is stained with the reminder of his betrayal, each drop of moisture reminding me of what he did.
He lied to me.
He filmed one more video. With her .
Obviously, I’m not enough. A part of me is dying inside. If only I could say I wish I never met Adam, but that would be a lie. I don’t regret a moment of our time together. I will never regret loving him, even if it was only for a brief moment in time. I let out a breath and try to slow my breathing to calm myself. With each inhale and exhale, the tears start to subside.
But then I hear a pounding on my door and Adam’s voice howling on the other side. “Sam! Sam, please let me in!” I ignore him as he continues to pound his fist against the door. “Sam, please! Let me explain. It’s not what it looks like. Sam, I won’t stop knocking until you let me in,” he pleads.
On shaky legs, I walk towards the door and pull it open. Adam looks like shit. His eyes are dark and rimmed with deep circles. He reaches his hand towards me
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