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| FICTION by Melody “Ah Nicky,” called Sam, “just the man I need. Can you get me that ink cartridge on the top shelf please? I can’t reach it and my printer is in desperate need.” Nicky smiled his beautiful smile at her. “Of course I can gorgeous. For you, nothing is too much trouble.” He reached the box easily and handed it to her. “There you go honey. Anything else while I’m here?” “No thanks Nick, that was all I needed. I’ve got tons of stuff to print off and the cartridge ran out, I've only done about 10 pages.” He walked with her back to her desk. “Has erm Richey been to see you?” Despite tying to sound nonchalant he failed miserably. “Yes he has,” Sam laughed slapping him playfully on his backside. “We’re going shopping in my lunch break.” “You would think he’d know his sister well enough to know what to get her for her birthday wouldn’t you?” “Oh fuck!” yelled Sam flashing her inky fingers at Nicky making him recoil. “I hate it when they do that!” “Ah photocopiers and printers are messy beasts! I always leave it for Rachel to change the cartridges in our printer.” He smirked triumphantly, feeling good at what he considered one-up-manship. “Ink is an necessary inconvenience Nicky,” she grinned backing him into the corner of her workstation so he was well and truly penned in, stroking her inky fingers over his cheeks and nose. “Actually you look kinda cute with your face blacked up.” “If it wasn’t you that had done that they would be dead right now,” Nicky said through pursed lips. “Aww,” Sam smiled resting her head on his shoulder. “You know that you love me really Nick. One of these days we’ll run away and live happily ever after.” “Yeah right,” he sniggered, holding her close. “Richey and my wife will have something to say to that.” “Oh stop that!” she swatted his roaming hands away. “You know the score with me and Richey so stop trying to make more out of it than there is.” “Sure that there isn’t?” “Change the record or I’ll ignore you.” To make her point she stuck out her tongue. “No you won’t,” he playfully chided. “You adore me too much.” “Don’t push your luck Wire!” she laughed. “As much as I love shopping with you,” stated Richey playing with the froth on his cappuccino, “you have far too many good ides meaning that I end up buying her loads of stuff.” He winked mischievously when she raised her brows in a frown. “You don’t have to buy everything that I suggest.” “I can never decide what she’ll like the most though I may as well get them all.” Sam put her cup down in the saucer. “At Christmas I’ll make you visit all of the shops before I let you buy!” “Let me?” he chuckled. “Wow, thanks mum!” Smiling broadly Sam shook her head at him. “Watch it, if you keep annoying me I’ll make you shop alone.” “No!” he protested vehemently, prompting others in the café to watch him. “You wouldn’t do that to me. I’d get lynched by everyone for buying naff gifts.” “Don’t worry Richey,” Sam said with a twinkle in her eyes. “I couldn’t do that to you. You always get into such a state when you try and do it alone though I must say, you always get me some lovely presents.” His face flushed with a soft pink hue. “That’s because a, you drop so many hints and b, you-know-who always helps me.” Quickly he gazed at her and smiled. “See I don’t do it alone.” “I forgive you.” “Why don’t you tell everyone that you’re seeing him? They’ll all be happy for you, you know.” Sam stared forlornly at him. “He wants to,” she said thoughtfully. “So why don’t you then? I’m afraid that I’ll let it slip accidentally. You’ve been seeing him for almost a year Sam, you know how serious he is about you.” “I know,” Sam dropped her head down and started playing with the froth on her drink, uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. “He wants to tell his wife and get a divorce but I won’t let him. I told him that if he wanted a divorce he should get one but that I would stop seeing him till after it was finalised.” “I don’t understand you,” Richey sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “It’s common knowledge that the marriage is in pieces, hell, they are barely civil when they do bloody talk. He needs to know that you want him before he leaves her, as it is your stalling him is cutting him up. He thinks that you only want a bit-on-the-side with no commitments. You’re hurting him.” Sam stared at Richey aghast. “I never considered that,” she admitted. “If he tells her he wants a divorce so he can be with me she’ll crucify him. If we take a break while he gets divorced she can’t say anything can she? She can’t slag him off in the press because then it will be ok for him to see other women.” “You two need to talk. It’s you that he wants, no one else.” “He’s coming round tonight. I suppose I should talk to him about it then.” “Yes you should,” Richey quickly agreed. “Explain things properly to him so he understands, though I suspect he won’t be happy about not seeing you, despite you having his best intentions at heart.” “I can but try.” Sam was making her way downstairs in a towelling robe when she heard a key in the door. “Wow, my timing is good,” her lover grinned closing the door then taking her in his arms and kissing her. “You smell wonderful.” “We need to talk.” Sam took his hand, leading him through to the kitchen. “Why does that worry me?” he asked watching her pour two glasses of wine. “I don’t know,” she smiled handing him a glass. “I love you so much, I want to be with you.” Her lover’s brown eyes lit up with happiness. “Oh Sam, do you know how much that means to me? You are my world; I hate skulking around in secret like we’ve done something to be ashamed of. We’re in love, that’s a good thing.” “Hang on a sec and let me finish. When you tell her you want a divorce we don’t see one another until it’s finalised. I don’t want your name dragged through the mud or tarnished.” “I think I’m old enough to make that choice. If I want her to know about us why shouldn’t I tell her?” “Think of the consequences, of what she’ll say about you. Divorce her for unreasonable behaviour because that’s the truth, she can’t lie about it. Well she can try but her friends have told her that she treats you disgracefully.” “I keep forgetting that you knew her before we married,” James sighed. “Be honest, are you worried about the trouble that she can cause for you if our relationship becomes public knowledge?” “NO!” exclaimed Sam, wrapping her arms around him, kissing his cute little nose. “Martin has often said that you and I would make a great couple, as have many others. Richey knows the truth, obviously. Sean suspects it. Nicky, poor sod, is convinced I have yearnings for Richey.” James laughed. “So he keeps telling me though in his next breath he says that we would make a handsome couple.” “So what do you think?” “About the divorce?” asked James, Sam nodded. “How about if we only meet up when the other guys are present? I couldn’t go for months and months without seeing you, that way if she gets to hear about it she can’t say anything because I’ll be with you in a professional capacity.” Sam mulled it over briefly. “Ok. We tell them that we’re together but keeping it quiet till after the divorce,” she conceded. “Does that sound alright?” “Oh Sam,” he grinned madly. “It sounds bloody wonderful!” End. <<< Melody's stories |