|Manipulate, Scam, Scheme and Seduce
Author: Strife's LMNT PM
Casey makes a surprise appearance at the Montecito and Sam doesn't know what to do. She can't cope, maybe because he's the only man who's been able to do to her what she does best. S/C fanfic set around "Tainted Love"Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,621 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 08-31-09 - Published: 08-05-09 - id: 5278920
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Sam couldn't believe what she was hearing. By some miracle of fate, she had fallen head over heels in love with the man of her dreams and now he was throwing billions of dollars away for her?! Being the woman she was, Sam not only found the act to be unromantic but also incredibly stupid. She believed in love but she also believed in the power of money. She almost choked on the expensive cut of meat she had been chewing. "You...he... lots of money?" she finally stuttered.
"Don't worry about it. It's not like I grew up a spoiled trust fund brat. Remember, I went to Harvard Business School! I can make my own money."
"But, Casey, don't be an idiot! That's a lot of money. Are you sure?"
The word hit her like a sledge hammer. Her heart was going a hundred beats a minute and her mind was trying to wrap itself around the implications of this new information. With that answer Sam knew what she had to do. She got up from the table and made her way to the bedroom. She pulled out the Louis Vuitton luggage that Casey had bought her and stopped. I'll only leave with what I came with. She searched around for her old duffel bag that kept her company during her vagrant years before meeting Casey. Throwing on jeans and a tshirt, Sam sifted through her closet. She was sad to leave behind the Chanel, the Dior, the Dolce and Gabbana, the Chloe and *sigh* the Hermes but she had to make it clear, she didn't want anyone's charity. She stuffed what remained of her old clothes into the duffel bag as she heard the door open behind her.
"What are you doing? Come and sit down and let's just finish dinner."
"Casey, I'm doing this for you...for us. I just think that you're taking a huge risk on a girl like me."
"But, sweetheart, you know I've always been a gambler."
Sam couldn't take it anymore. He was too perfect, he was too sweet, he was too...in love. It was true, Sam had fallen in love with Casey. She couldn't help but love his perfect smile, the way his eyes gleamed when he laughed and, of course, the fact that he kept in shape didn't hurt either. But because of her relationships with men in the past, Sam had learned to keep them at a safe distance. Let them love you, but don't let them change she had always told herself. It was stupid, but true. She grabbed her bag and started to walk out the bedroom door. Casey wouldn't dare touch her - he was the only who knew what had happened to her as a child and as she struggled to survive in her teens. He knew how much violence she had seen. She stopped just short of the door, only to look at the picture that now hung. It was their only wedding portrait. They had eloped on the beach with only a few locals as witnesses. They both looked deliriously happy. Casey, in his cream linen shirt and Same in a simple white sundress she had found in a local store. They both stood barefoot in the sand watching the sun go down. Sam wanted to preserve that moment so she grabbed the frame off the wall, stuffed it in her bag and left Casey standing in the bedroom shaking his head.
Once she was on street level, Sam hailed a cab and made a phone call. "Ed? Sorry it's so late, but it's Sam. Yeah, I'm alright. I just need a favour. I need to get out of here. I need to hide for a little while. You can? Thanks a lot." She hung up her cell phone and stared down at her left hand. The engagement ring that Casey had given her gleamed in the New York City moonlight. I should've suspected something, thought Sam, this is way too big for a newbie lawyer's salary.