Caught

COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 5

Tiana's POV

Tiana?

Yeah...

Okay. Saved.

It had been two days since then and I hadn't gotten a text from him. We hadn't run into each other and now that I think about it, I admit to unconsciously avoiding him.

Wayne had taken a huge hit after what happened in the gym. Most of the girls didn't want to be seen around him and even though he was still popular, he had gone down on the list.

The weekend was coming and my Uncles were planning a family adventure thingy. They did that from time to time. It's a rich people thing.

I didn't look or act it but my family was rich. Stupid rich. We're what you'd call old-money rich.

My dad, Thomas Rogers was one of the sons of the oil tycoon Garrett Rogers or as I loved to call him, Grumps. He was grumpy to the whole world but somehow I only saw his sweet side.

Uncle Keith and Marshall called to inform us about the plan. Mom was skeptical at first but she had to give the thumbs up.

On Friday, with my bag packed, I kissed my dad on the cheeks, hugged my mom goodbye, and entered the chauffeur-driven Rolls Uncle Marshall had sent.

I hadn't taken much with me knowing how shopping for stuff was a must. I tried to guess where we'd be going this time. Our last trip had been to a village resort not far from Alaska. We had spent a month in the cold.

Then there was that time we went to Africa...

This time I suspected it would be somewhere within the country. We had just the weekend to get it on.

The car drove in through the gates of the family estate. It took some minutes to get to the mansion. Uncle Marshall waited at the foot of the stairs wearing velvet robes.

"Welcome, Amour." He said with a smirk.

He was one of my favorite Uncles. Uncle Rex topped the list. He was the black sheep of the family and his role as black sheep made him never available.

"Is that Tiana?" I scoffed at the sound of Camille's voice.

Camille was Uncle Marshall's overbearing wife. She had been a model when he met her and her coochie had him hooked. Big boobed beauty with no brain.

"Nice to see you too, Camille."

Chadwick walked out wearing a designer shirt and matching shorts. His brown hair was cut low with fades. He was around the same age as me and undeniably good-looking. I found it hard to believe he was the same kid I'd once seen eating a grasshopper.

Hayley and Ayley, the twins followed pressing their phones with total commitment. They were attractive tall blondes and Uncle Keith's pride and joy. A couple of spoilt brats.

There was one person who could make this trip worthwhile. Axel.

"Where's Ax-"

He stumbled out from the other side of the house. I could tell immediately from his disheveled hair and the devilish smirk he had been up to no good. He had been banging someone in there. Axel was nineteen and he was also Uncle Rex's only kid.

"Hey, little psycho." He rammed an elbow into my side.

Finally, we were good to go.

A big ass bus drove over and we all clamored in. There was enough space inside to start a live band and host a football match.

We drove for hours. Uncle Marshall's attempts to get everyone to play a road trip family game together proved to be futile.

Axel and I had a lot of catching up to do. He was by far the coolest person I knew and I'd have fucked him if he wasn't my cousin. He was that cool.

"Any idea where we're going?" I asked after listening to one of his sexcapades.

"Not really. But I heard something about stars."

Stars.

Sounds like a hotel scene. It must be one of these new high class places that are off limits to the average Joe. That would explain Uncle Marshall's choice of clothing but then he has always been weird like that. One time he wore a pink bunny pajamas to a dinner party.

"Frodo." Axel waved toward Chadwick. "Do you know where we are going?"

Chadwick shot him an evil glance, turned to meet his father's eyes for a signal, got it, and then sighed. "You'll see."

"Fucking shrimp." Axel snarled dismissing him.

The twins were staring at me, a vicious glare. The only reason they were off their phone was because service was down. I'd gotten used to their bitchy hatred that stemmed from the attention Axel always showed me. They drooled over him everytime and he ignored them.

Finally Uncle Marshall said the words we all wanted to hear. "We're here guys."

The bus slowed to a stop. I was the last one out with Axel going ahead of me. The sun was down by now.

We were all staring at a white mansion. The design was New England with a touch of ancient Greek here and there. It was the type of place you'd see on a reality show.

So we left a mansion, drove for what felt like a lifetime just to get to another mansion where we would be spending the weekend together. What the fuck, Uncle Marshall?

"I want to go home." Ayley said with a scoff. Or was it Hayley.

"Way ahead of you." I turned heading back to the bus. I'd rather spend my weekend coloring on a crappy color book or eat crayons.

"We're going to spend the weekend with the major casts of Sammy and Finch." Uncle Marshall said breathlessly. "Surprise!"

Sammy and Finch? Oh my god... That was one of the best shows running for half a decade. I'd watched every season more times than I cared to admit.

John Arfield walked out. He was bigger than I remembered him but his mustached cheery smile was just the same as he shook hands with Uncle Marshall.

He had played Mr. Doran in the series, Sammy's father.

"Welcome folks. Please try to make yourself at home."

They all rushed in leaving me to go in last again. Inside the mansion was different from the outside. It was much darker and there was a cool seductive air about the design.

Axel was occupied having a conversation with Janice Petra. She played Sammy's mom.

She was the dictionary definition of a MILF which explained why Axel was trying to sink his fangs in her. Her breast were barely able to stay contained in the night dress she wore. One wrong move and those bad boys would spill out.

Uncle Marshall and Camille snuggled all the way till they disappeared into a room upstairs. The twins took pictures of everything and short videos for their social media accounts. Spending the weekend with the Dorans was a game changer.

There was one piece of the puzzle I was missing. A big piece. I stalked over to Mr. Doran.

"I don't mean to bother you but where exactly is Sammy?" It sounded casual enough.

"Huh?"

"Sammy. Calvin, he played Sammy on the show. Your son." I said trying not to sound like a crazed fan which I was.

He pointed to a door upstairs. "Best guess. He's either there or he's out."

I thanked him and walked away. Going straight for the room would be what a crazed fan would do so I walked around for precisely ten minutes before making my way upstairs to the door.

I examined myself one more time. A checkered shirt buttoned low with denim shorts cut low. Hot but not too obvious as to reveal my sinister intent.

Calvin Myers aka Sammy Doran had been my first tv crush since I could remember. He was every teenage girl's dream guy and the only thing separating us was a stupid door.

I forgot to knock and turned the knob stepping into the dark room. It was empty. Fuck. So much for scoring a point in my fantasy list.

With a sigh, I turned around to leave when I heard a sound come from inside. It was hard to miss. It sounded oddly familiar.

My instincts told me to leave the room same way I had come but everytime instincts lost to curiosity. I walked cautiously to the source of the sound. It had come from behind the massive wardrobe.

Then I heard it again, like a grunt. There was someone in there. This was some next level Narnia shit. If I had any common sense I'd get the hell out of there.

Instead I grabbed the handles and pulled the door open. I was staring into a massive room with a blue backdrop that gave a seductive glow.

There were stuff I couldn't see clearly because of the dim light but the bed and the two figures feeling each other were clear as day.

They were both naked. The girl's strawberry hair dropped to her shoulders and her breasts were full, round, and firm. They were the kind of breasts that cost the amount it would take to buy a human soul.

The male figure looked familiar and it wasn't until I moved closer before I recognized him fully.

I gasped. Sammy Doran!

He turned to see me as I watched their foreplay in disbelief. I was in Sammy Doran's sex room!

He smirked at me then said, "Don't just stand there. Join us."