Prepped For Love: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (18 page)

Afterwards, she got into Sam’s car gave him the directions to her building. He seemed to know the city like the back of his hand and it didn’t take long to find the apartment building. Sam looked over at Genevieve before she got out of the car. Her cheeks were so soft and round, her big fluffy hair was bushy and tangled due to the humidity and drama of the night.  Even in her disheveled state, Sam found her stunning. He was too nervous to make a move. She had been through enough with various assholes throughout the night and he didn’t want to be another one.

Genevieve didn’t know what to make of the way he was looking at her. She couldn't tell if he was expressing interest in her, or merely looking at her with concern as a friend. Could he really count as a friend? He was just some guy who met her at the bar who happened to be a big help. She didn’t know if she wanted things to go any further.

They got out of the car together as Sam walked Genevieve to her front door. She wondered what it would be like if she were brave enough to kiss him.

As they stood in front of Genevieve’s door, time stopped for just a moment. The night was ending far too soon; neither Sam nor Genevieve was confident that they were ready for it to all be over.  All of a sudden, Genevieve had the urge to give Sam a little something extra for his help. No, not sex… But a kiss at least. The urge surprised Genevieve. She had nothing in common with this guy. Sure, he was attractive but they barely knew each other. She was saving herself for something
real
. This was a guy she just met, not necessarily a potential lover. Genevieve’s rationalizations did nothing to stop her desires.

Sam saw the way that she was looking at him, but he didn’t want to be the one to make the first move. Hadn’t he done enough for the night: taking her out for coffee, punching a man in the face, dropping her home…

He was content to just watch her and let her make the first move. It was out of character for Sam; he typically jumped into action and swept a woman off her feet. He felt out of place doing that now. It felt right to let Genevieve take the lead.

Genevieve broke the silence.

“So… What do you do for a living?” Genevieve asked. Sam found her attempts to draw the conversation out transparent but a little bit charming.

Even if Sam found her charming, he didn’t want to answer her question. Sam realized that by asking that, Genevieve had obviously noticed that he made a lot of money. Why did he have to buy that flashy car? Sam hated this question, especially when it came from women he was interested in. Answering that question was always a bit tricky for him due to the outcome.

Sam made more money than he knew what to do with, and he wanted to make even more. He was climbing up the corporate ladder and by age 33 he was almost at the top. Sam was one of those wunderkind types. He wasn’t ashamed of it, but it didn’t change the way that people treated him. He hated that. He really just wanted to be a regular guy again, but those days were over.

Normally, when women found out that he made a lot of money, the way they treated him changed. They went from aloof to clingy. They would concoct situations so they could have opportunities to beg Sam for cash. One woman had even tried to poke holes in condoms to get herself pregnant. That particular girlfriend had gotten the axe quickly. Because of that, Sam had tried his best to avoid bringing up the conversation of money with anyone new that he met. He usually wanted to survey the territory first. But Genevieve asked him directly and Sam didn’t want to lie. So he kept it vague.

“I work in finance,” Sam mumbled. His discomfort was clear. 

Genevieve looked at him with raised eyebrows as if she were pressing him for more information. Everyone in the city worked in finance in some way or another. Hell, even drug dealers sometimes claimed to work in finance. It was obvious that Genevieve wasn’t going to let him get away with that answer. Sam sighed and then took a leap of faith. How bad could this girl be anyways? He had been met with his fair share of crazies and Genevieve just didn’t seem like one of them. In fact, she seemed a bit reserved for a woman who lived in the city.

“Fine… I’m the CFO of Apex Development. It’s a big position... I don’t like to talk about this much,”  Sam muttered. He brushed his hair out of his face and stroked his chin.

Genevieve wondered why he seemed so anxious. It was an amazing job… Most guys would be happy to brag about that kind of thing. Genevieve was actually impressed both by Sam's job and the fact that he hadn't jumped at the opportunity to brag. This guy couldn’t be much older than her, yet he was a CFO of a major corporation. He wouldn’t have seemed that wealthy if it weren’t for his car too so Genevieve got the idea that he kept a low profile.

“Well that sounds pretty cool,” Genevieve replied.  She didn’t know what else to say, even if she was the one who asked the question. Genevieve wondered what the CFO of a big corporation like that was doing hanging out at a dingy little salsa bar. What kind of an oddball was this?

An awkward silence filled the air. The September chill was becoming unbearable. Sam realized it was getting late and although he was interested in speaking with Genevieve, he didn’t want to do it like this. He wanted to take her out on a
real
date where their evening wouldn’t be tainted by mysterious creeps.

Sam cleared his throat and said to Genevieve, “Hey, why don’t you take my card. I’d love to meet up with you again. During the daytime. Somewhere that’s not a seedy bar with the occasional salsa night.”

Sam smiled, letting Genevieve know he wasn’t just asking her out to be polite. He was actually interested in her. Genevieve was surprised at his interest. She barely picked up on that kind of thing. Sam had given off the impression that he was the kind of guy who would only take a girl home for a one night stand. With a car like that, she figured he was the type of guy to impress women with his flashy possessions and domineering ways. He certainly wasn’t the type of guy to give a woman his phone number… At least that’s not what she thought. Genevieve was starting to wonder if she should question her assumptions a bit more.

Anyways, how could she say no to a face like that? She took his card and slipped it into her wallet. She thanked Sam profusely for driving her home. As Genevieve opened the door to let herself in for the night, Sam called after her in a half joking way, “I would have invited myself up but I think you had enough sleaze balls for the night.” It was funny, but packed with flirty undertones.

She laughed at his joke almost too loudly. He was definitely interested. Her sweet giggle filled the empty streets. When she closed the door behind her and made her way up to her apartment, both she and Sam felt that tingly feeling you get when you meet someone new who you actually have potential with.  Genevieve didn’t know how to interpret her feelings for Sam. But Sam understood how he felt about her… She was sexy, adorable, and had a beautiful laugh. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to see her again.

While all of this had happened, Greta had reentered the bar. Erwin was by her side. As usual. They had snuck out back for a quickie and now she couldn’t get rid of the damned flea. Greta was furious. She was even more furious when she couldn’t find Genevieve in the building.

Finally, she got a text from the girl. She had gone home with someone. Greta thought she had an idea of who that someone was. Envy took over. Greta had to admit she was surprised. She didn’t think Genevieve was the type who was particularly skilled at getting someone to take her home for the night. Oh well! There was work to be done and Greta didn’t need Genevieve to do it. She’d deal with that woman and her man-stealing ways later.

From the moment Greta had seen Sam she is determined to have him. Seeing Genevieve on the floor with Sam only strengthen her resolve. Now… Neither Sam nor her friend was in the bar.
That skank went home with him…
Greta thought to herself. She now had the challenge of figuring out how to get in touch with Sam again based on the limited information she had about him.

This would be no big problem. Greta was the type of woman that people underestimated. Hell, she still had a complex from being naturally blonde. (She hated when people thought she was stupid.) Getting a guys number had never been hard for Greta no matter how little information she had. She would look through Facebook, she would call their jobs, she would stop at nothing to get in touch with the man she wanted. No fewer than seven men referred to Greta as the “craziest girl they’d ever dated”. She was
that
girl.

Yet again, someone had underestimated her. Did Genevieve really think that she could have a fabulous night with the man that Greta wanted? Absolutely not… Sure, Genevieve was her friend but that did not mean she was above reproach.

Greta wracked her brain trying to figure out how she would get in touch with Sam. She thought for a minute about the first time she’d noticed him. He was dancing with some woman he close to. But he obviously wasn’t with this woman or they would’ve left together instead of Genevieve. Greta had just seen her.

“Erwin!”  Greta snapped. Erwin bounded up to her side like an eager puppy. He was so pathetic.

“Top of my margarita please dear… I’ll be coming home with you in a second,”  Greta commanded him. Erwin was a perfect little lapdog. Just the promise of sex was enough to get him to do whatever the hell she wanted. Erwin knew they were just friends anyways. He was more than happy to be pushed around a little by Greta if it meant getting some steamy action later. Their relationship was bizarre.

When Erwin bounded off to fulfill her demands, Greta scanned the bar and finally caught sight of the woman she had seen dancing with Sam. She was a gorgeous, tanned girl with a heavy Puerto Rican accent named.

“Hi sweetie…My name is Greta. I saw you dancing with that guy earlier…” Greta asked.

The Puerto Rican woman replied, “Ah! Yes… I’m Lucia... You mean Sam?”

“Tall… great body… moved well on the dance floor… green eyes?” Greta confirmed.  The last thing she wanted was this woman sending her on a wild goose chase after some dud.

Lucia nodded.

Greta continued, “That’s the one… Well, a friend is really into him and she dared me to come over here and get his number from you… You guys aren’t a thing right?”

“No no! I’m married!”  Lucia laughed. She stuck out her left hand to show Greta the tiny rock on her ring finger. Lucia then pulled out her cell phone and showed Greta the number. Greta took her phone out and tapped down the digits as quickly as possible. Once she had his number saved she kissed her “new friend” Lucia on the cheek and bounded off to find Erwin again.

Erwin was back… With the wrong drink.

“Erwin! I asked for a margarita!” Greta growled.

“Um… Sorry…” Erwin said pathetically.

Greta rolled her eyes and downed the margarita like it was Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

“Let’s get out of here Erwin. I have business to take care of,” Greta said. Erwin linked arms with her and drove her to his apartment. Despite what Erwin thought, there was no chance of him hooking up with Greta that night. She was a woman on a mission and she needed no distractions.

At Erwin’s apartment, Greta started plotting how she was going to take Genevieve out of the picture so she could have a chance with Sam. Based on what she saw, Greta was absolutely convinced that Genevieve had gone home with Sam in a romantic fashion. She had none of the facts, but due to her assumptions, she believed that Genevieve had stolen “her” man. She saw that as a big breach in their friendship.

Greta's worldview was tainted by delusions.

Why did she over interpret something that was none of her business to be something so serious? Greta’s problem would become clearer and clearer over time to everyone she was involved with. Unfortunately, Genevieve was caught in the crossfire before she knew that there was something seriously wrong with Greta Hansson. Greta didn’t operate in the world of facts and rational behavior.  She had a dark past of her own which had led her to become a terrifying sort of woman.

Some diagnoses would label Greta a sociopath. But she got away with all her antics because people would explain them away. As always, people hear what they want to hear. They can't see someone for who they really are even when that person shows them explicitly. Greta had been a sociopath for most of her life. But who believes that an adorable, fair skinned blonde girl could carry such darkness?

What happens when you encounter a sociopath is something that most people find difficult to believe. It’s stranger than fiction. But, when you do encounter someone who doesn’t give a damn about the people around them and only uses people, you never forget that experience. Genevieve had another thing coming and she would certainly never forget it.

That particular night, Genevieve slept peacefully. When she was alone in her house, she  replayed the events of the night over and over in her head. She thought of Sam approaching her and about her first impression of him. Who was he? Was he a man who could be trusted? Was he too rough around the edges? Was all of this some elaborate game for him to play her. Genevieve had been played too many times and Sam seems like just the type of guy was well used streaming women along and wrapping them around his finger. But everything had felt so perfect from the moment he had stopped that creep from feeling her up. There was something about that moment that was starting to cause Genevieve to question herself. Perhaps she would take a leap of faith with this man. Something about him felt different from other men. He caused Genevieve to question her suppositions.