AN: Don't know why but this came to me in a dream. I thought I would write it and see if you guys would like it. If it gets a lot of reviews I may turn it into a three shot if not then I'll call it a one shot, because I am trying to balance three stories right now. Hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Mercedes Jones was a successful and well known event planner. She started off planning birthday parties for children but when she was hired to do a sweet sixteen bash for Sugar Motta, one of the wealthiest music producers daughter, she stroke gold. Mr. and Mrs. Motta were so pleased with her work they referred her to some of their equally as famous friends. During her first three years Mercedes worked her way to the top of the list of the most sought after event planner in California. After that she extended her work to not only Florida but New York as well. Clients would pay for her to travel to any location they needed and pay any price she asked just to have their events or social gatherings coordinated by her. She was the top planner of all things dealing with celebrities and she was becoming just as famous as one.

She was always fully booked, which didn't leave much time for a social or dating life. Her career was her spouse and she devoted all her time into building her very own empire. She set a few rules to try and keep herself grounded. One of the main ones was to never under any circumstances mix business with pleasure. For seven years she hadn't broke a single one of these rules until six months ago. She was super excited when her secretary/prodigy Tina informed her that Hollywood's hottest actress Quinn Fabray-Evans, wanted her to plan her annual Faces of Young Hollywood bash. Mercedes' main competition, Rachel Berry usually handled all of Quinn's events but this year the starlet wanted to try something different.

After weeks of planning and organizing the night of the party came and it was a major success as Mercedes knew it would be. Mercedes ended picking up a few more celebrity clients, such as one of Hollywood's leading males Jesse St. James, Oscar winning Director Artie Abrams who wanted more than just her business card, and music superstar Santana Lopez. She was making her last set of rounds when she saw him. At first glance she thought he was a party crasher standing alone on one of the many balconies. She watched him as he took a huge swig of champagne straight from the bottle with his back facing her. She took the three steps and entered onto the balcony, lightly tapping him on the shoulder when she reached him.

"Excuse me sir, the balcony areas are off limits." She said trying to sound authoritative. When he turned around she could feel the color drain from her face. "Oh, I am so sorry Mr. Evans I thought you were someone else."

"It's fine." He said and gave her a sincere smile. "I just needed a break from downstairs for a minute. Sit, join me, you have been working nonstop since you got here."

Mercedes knew she shouldn't have taken the seat but it was something about the way he spoke that made her believe he wouldn't take no for an answer. She sat on the little stone bench and crossed her legs, placing her IPad atop of her lap.

He offered her a drink out of his bottle and she waved her hands to refuse it. She looked up at him towering over her as she took in the man standing before her.

Sam Evans was a gorgeous man with a body of a Greek God. He was tall and fair built, with golden locks and emerald green eyes. He was a world renown photographer and he was best known for his various spreads for Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, and GQ as well as other countless amounts of fashion magazines. He started out as model himself but his passion was always photography. He was sex on a stick as he was once describe and he could have any female he wanted. Many claimed that he would remain a play boy bachelor his entire life but he shocked the world when he tied the knot to Quinn Fabray last spring. The couple only dated for four months before they married and many said it was a publicity stunt while others reported the two were the real deal.

Mercedes always found Sam attractive when she would see him on television or in the tabloids, but when she accepted this job and finally saw him in person she had to admit that neither did him any justice at all. She bit her lip nervously as his eyes trailed her whole body. He hadn't said anything to her since her offered her a drink and he was making her uncomfortable but not in the awkward kind of way.

"So are you having a good time?" She said trying to break the silence.

"If I was do you think I would be up here?" Sam said not taking his eyes off of her. "I hate huge parties where people come just to make a spectacle of themselves."

"Well maybe if your wife rehires me to plan another event I will be sure to try to find something to keep you entertained."

"If you're there I am positive I'll be more than entertained." He said with a smirk.

"How so? All I do is run around and make sure that everything stays in order."

"Well." Sam said taking a step closer to her. "That's easy, keep wearing tight little numbers like this one and I'll be more than happy."

Did this man just hit on me? She thought to herself. Surely that champagne has gone straight to his head.

"Oookaay...I think someone has had a little too much to drink." She said trying to stand only to be knocked back down when she collided with his strong body. She would have missed the bench but he grabbed her, holding her in place and she placed her hands on his chest to keep steady. She could feel the outline of his muscular body through his white button up and she had to close her eyes to clear her mind of all the dirty thoughts she was having.

"Where you running off too?" He asked and she could feel his cool breath tickle her ear. "I was just trying to tell you how sexy you were."

"Sam." She breathed. "I appreciate the compliment but it was inappropriate."

"No it wasn't. What's inappropriate is the many times I have dreamed about you over the last three weeks ever since you started planning this party. When I first saw you I knew I had to have you. I didn't want to scare you by coming on to you but when you showed up here tonight wearing this dress." He said popping the strap on her off the shoulder dress. "You have been the only thing I have been able to think about and I don't think I can control myself any longer."

Before she had a chance to try and say something, Sam had pressed his lips to hers. She knew she should have stopped him but she didn't. She knew that this was all types of wrong but she just didn't care. He didn't waste any time running his tongue across her bottom lip seeking permission to enter which she gladly granted. His tongue swirled and danced around hers and the taste of his mouth was incredible. The mixture of mint and champagne made the kiss much better than she would have imagine. He sucked her tongue softly and his hands found her ass as hers tangled in his hair.

When he broke the kiss for air he pushed her down on the bench and dropped to his knees. He separated her thighs and wedged his body in between them. She tried to use this moment to come to her senses and relay to him how wrong this was but his lips begged to differ as they latched on to her neck. She let out a soft gasp when he began to suck the sensitive skin making her pussy ache in need.

"You smell so good and your skin is so damn soft." He said in between sucks, nips, and bites along her bare shoulder.

"Sam this isn't right." She tried to reason with him.

"Tell me you don't want it as bad as I do." He said running his index and middle finger along her wet panties. "Because your mouth is telling me one thing but you pussy is saying something totally different."

"I...I..." Was all she managed to say as he massaged her nub through the fabric. "Please don't do this."

"Tell me you don't want this." He said as he moved her panties to the side and was now rubbing her bare clit. "Say it." He was staring her directly in the eyes and she could see the lust clear as day. She wanted to tell him no. She wanted to say stop. But when he buried two of his fingers deep inside her, "please don't do this" turned into "please don't stop."

His lips found hers again as he pumped at a hurried pace. He twist and turned his fingers as he plunged deeper and deeper curling them just right to hit her spot. She moaned into his mouth and she prayed to God that one of the one hundred and fifty guests that filled the Gillian Ballroom didn't hear her. She braced herself on his shoulders as she matched him thrust for thrust. He could tell she was close because of the way her walls were clenching his fingers so tight.

"You about to cum?" He asked her.

"Yeah please don't stop, I'm so fucking close." She said as she threw her head back.

"Good because I can't wait to taste you." Sam used his free hand to pinch one of her harden nipples as his thumb on the other one strummed her clit and it was just the extra push she needed to send her over the edge. She came using both her hands to cover her screams of pleasure. Sam smiled as he felt her body shake and her cum gushing out, filling his palm and running down his arm. As soon as she rode her orgasm out Sam pulled his fingers from inside her and she watched as he took his precious time licking and slurping her juices from not only his fingers but his hand and arm too.

"You taste fantastic just as I imagined." He said once he was done. He opened his mouth to say something else but he had received a text from Quinn asking where he was at. The mood was broken and Mercedes realized the severity of what had just transpired. She quickly gathered herself back together without sparing a glance in Sam's direction.

"I can't believe what just happened. You have a wife and I don't get involved with my clients." She said fixing her hair.

"I wasn't your client, Quinn was."

"Same difference, you're her husband and this was wrong on so many levels."

"I don't regret it and neither should you. I want to see you again Mercedes." He said grabbing her by the waist. She tried to break free but he wouldn't let her go. "I need to see you again." He kissed her again and after a few seconds of fighting it she gave in.

It had been six months since that night on the balcony and Sam and Mercedes have had numerous amounts of secret rendezvouses. They had an arrangement to meet each other every Tuesday and Thursday at a secret location but they only stuck to that for the first two weeks. After that they did it any and everywhere and time they could. Now granted there were times where Mercedes would feel really guilty about what they were doing and tried to break things off, but Sam would just end up fucking the guilt right out of her. She tried to date a few other men but they just didn't do it for her like Sam did.

She was caught off guard when she met Noah Puckerman. He owned his own pool cleaning business and it was doing quite well. He got her card from a friend and contacted her about planning a party for his daughter Beth. She was surprise with how much of a gentleman he was and shocked them both when she was the one who asked him out. She was telling herself she was doing this to get to know a great guy, but she knew it was to try to rid her feelings for Sam. She had plans to meet Noah for dinner at a new restaurant in town called S. Pierce's on Friday. She was dressed to kill in a tight, backless, red Dolce and Gabbana number that she had received as a thank you from one of her clients. She paired it with some 5 inch red bottom stilettos with a steel silver heel and matching earrings. Her hair was pulled to one side with curls falling over in front of her left shoulder.

When she made it to the restaurant Noah was already waiting on her. She saw the way he swallowed hard when her caught sight of her and she mentally patted herself on the back for a job well done. He stood when she made it to the table and smiled at him and said hello.

"Wow you look amazing Mercedes." He said as he took his seat.

"Thanks you are looking mighty fine yourself."

After they ordered their food, the two fell into a quick conversation about what life was like as they were coming up. Mercedes learned that he started off cleaning pools in high school and moved to LA after he graduated. He worked hard, saving his money until he was able to start his own business. She was glad they both had a similar path to success and she hadn't had a single thought of Sam Evans.

Mercedes mother had always told her that fate had a way of screwing you over and boy was that saying proving to be true as shit as flashes of cameras from the paparazzi had signal that some big star had arrived. She almost choked on her bite of bread when she saw Quinn and Sam enter in the same dining area as her and Noah hand in hand. She grabbed her glass of water and tried to swallow the piece down her throat. He threw her a deadly glare as he passed by and she tried not to be intimidated by it. He was pissed beyond pissed and he knew she knew it. She tried to remain unfazed by him and continue on with her date as if her lover and his wife weren't sitting a few tables across the room from them. She smiled at Noah when he asked if she was ok and she downed the rest of her glass of wine quickly ordering another one. She felt her phone vibrate in her purse and she knew exactly who it was. She ignored it along with five others he had sent as well. Once she was done with her entrée she excused herself to go freshen up.

She asked the waiter where the restroom was located and cursed to herself when she found out she had to pass their table to get to it. She walked right by as if she didn't even know them and took a sigh of relief when she was safe inside the bathroom. She patted some water on her neck to cool her down and she reapplied her lip gloss. Once she was calm she headed back out to her table only to be yanked into a room only two doors down from the restroom. She didn't yell because she knew it was Sam. The room was dark and she heard the sound of the lock click. He flipped the switch for the light and she was met with a dangerous pair of green eyes.

"Who the fuck is he Mercedes?" He asked.

"Sam what the hell? Are you trying to get caught?"

"We aren't going to get caught because the owner Brittany is my cousin, now answer my question Mercy."

"He's none of your business Sam." She said annoyed. "I can go on a date with whomever the hell I want to, I'm not you wife remember."

"Are you going home with him?"

Mercedes just shrugged her shoulders and Sam didn't like that response at all. He closed the space between them, pushing her in the corner of the wall in the middle of two shelves. He pulled her flush into him and his hands went underneath her dress grabbing her ass.

"You're not going home with him Mercedes." He said against her lips and she closed her eyes at the feel of him touching her. "You know why? Because he can't make you feel like I do. He won't make you cum over and over again screaming his name until your throat is too sore to speak even a whisper." He said pulling her bottom lip in between his and grinding his erection into her.

"Sam don't."

"Do you want to sleep with him?"

"No."

She didn't know when she started moving with him, or when his hand made it inside her underwear, but what she did know is that she wanted him deep inside her now.

"Sam." She all but whined.

"Yeah."

"Can you just fuck me please."

Without another word he undid his pants releasing his rock hard dick and ripped her panties off and shoved his cock balls deep inside her dripping wet pussy. He picked her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her with no hesitation into the wall. She gripped the bars on the shelves on the sides of her as he thrust deep, hard, and fast making her toes curl in her shoes.

"Fuck Sam!" She said and she hated him for making her feel this way.

"Don't go home with him Mercedes."

"I won't, just please don't stop fucking me Sam. I'm so close."

"Tell me you love it when I fuck your pussy like this, Mercy." He said slamming hard as he could without hurting her. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to."

"I love it, Sam. It's yours."

He pumped furiously inside her and he could feel the cum swirling around in his balls letting him know he was about to cum. He kissed her passionately and when he bit down on her lip, her pussy clenched his dick and he could feel her cumming. Three thrust later and he was cumming as well. He laid his head against her chest and she played with the hair on the back of his neck. She could feel his dick twitching inside of her and it make her shiver.

"I love you so damn much Mercedes." He said as they rode out their climaxes.

"I know Sam, me too."

Mercedes couldn't believe what had just happened. She fixed herself up and after a few quick kisses and promises to see each other later she parted from Sam and finally made her way back to her date.

"So how's Brittany?" Quinn asked Sam when he made it back to the table.

"Like you actually care about her wellbeing." He said and took a sip of his water.

"What? I care." She said unconvincing.

"Yeah ok. If you must know she is fine."

"Good to hear."

Mercedes apologized to Noah giving him the excuse that she ran into someone who recognized her and wanted to do business with her. He told her it was fine and he understood. She ended their date a few minutes later saying she had to get an early start on a busy work day tomorrow. She told him she would call him sometime but she never did. As promised Sam showed up at her condo later that night where the two spent the whole night making love without a care in the world.

Another month had pass and Quinn had a big movie coming out, so pictures of her and Sam were everywhere Mercedes had turned. She was always doing some type of interview, on some television station and it was driving Mercedes mad. She needed to get away and separate herself from both Sam and Quinn. He was like a drug to her and their relationship was very unhealthy. She needed a quick detox from him so she decided to go to New York to visit her best friend since middle school Kurt and his husband Blaine for two weeks. Kurt was a designer for Broadway and he met Blaine while he was one of the understudies in a play he was designing for.

"Don't get me wrong Mercy Me while I am so happy to see you, I just hate the circumstances of which it came to be." Kurt said as they were leaving the airport. Kurt was the only person who knew about her and Sam, well him and Blaine because they have a no secrets policy in their marriage. He didn't approve of her affair with him but Blaine felt the opposite.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I feel like a terrible friend. I just needed to get away from him. He doesn't know about you and I won't have to worry about him looking for me here."

"It's fine, I just hope I can talk some sense into you while you are here."

"You and I both."

Mercedes spent the next two weeks Sam free. He blew her phone and email up but that was expected. She didn't tell him she was leaving and she didn't know when she was going to return. She was having a great time with the Anderson's and Kurt hadn't brought up the S word not once since her first day here. It was a Thursday afternoon and the three of them were enjoying a quiet afternoon hanging out in the back yard of their home. Mercedes phone rang, when she looked at the caller ID and saw it was Tina she answered it.

"Hey Tina how's business going."

"Mercedes were the fuck are you?" She heard Sam's angry voice on the other end.

"Sam? Why do have Tina's phone and why are you at my office?" She looked at Kurt who rolled his eyes in disgust.

"I have been trying to reach you for two weeks now and you haven't returned any of my phone calls, texts, or emails, so I was desperate. I didn't know if something had happened to you or not."

"I'm fine Sam." She said. "I am with some friends."

"Where? Give the address I am coming to get you."

"No! Go home to your wife. I can't do this with you, sit back and be you mistress. I'm not your dirty little secret anymore." She looked at Kurt and he smiled at her for finally taking a stand for herself.

"Mercedes you don't mean that. I don't see you as my little secret. You mean more to me than that."

"I wished that were true Sam, but you and I both know it's a lie. You are never going to leave her and I can't wait around for you forever. I gotta go Sam."

"Mercedes baby please!" She heard him beg but she hung up before he could finish.

"I'm so proud of you Mercedes." Kurt said and hugged her neck.

"Thanks Kurt." Her phone rang a few more times but she shut it off to keep from giving in.

"I hope you are making the right decision." Blaine spoke up.

"What?" Kurt said in shock. "Of course she did the man is married Blaine as in he has a wife."

"Yeah but are you sure he is happy? I know Quinn Fabray. We worked together on Broadway before she got her big break into movies. She was a Grade A bitch and she would do anything to get her way. And I do mean anything."

"What are talking about?" Mercedes asked curiously.

"When a few reviewers claimed that the male lead in the production we were doing was completely outshining her, I watched as she lied and schemed against him until she had him fired." He said looking directly at her. "I was his understudy and I performed half as good as my best so she wouldn't do the same to me. I was so relieved when she got her first movie role and she was replaced by Harmony. I was able to do my best and have been successful ever since."

"That doesn't have anything to do with Sam being a cheater." Kurt said bitterly and his words stung her. She was who he was cheating with and she couldn't help but wonder if that was how he saw her.

"It does if Quinn is manipulating him liked she has done others her whole career. I mean think about it, snagging one the world's most eligible bachelors is like a huge career boost. They were only together for mere months and I have heard rumors that at first she didn't even let him sleep in the same room as her. I see what that man does to your body and dammit if it doesn't look good on you." Kurt gave him a stern look. "What I'm just saying."

"It's still wrong no matter the situation."

Mercedes thought about what both Kurt and Blaine had to say and she really needed to make up her mind about what to do with Sam. She spent another week with them and she even caught two of Blaine's shows.

Mercedes enjoyed her time in New York but was happy to be back in LA. She didn't even bother to unpack when she made it home. She took a quick shower, put on an old T-shirt and some boy shorts, grab a pint of ice cream from her freezer, and cuddled up on her couch to watch a movie. She wasn't even fifteen minutes into some Lifetime movie when her doorbell rang. She opened her door to see Sam standing on the other side. He didn't say a word he just grabbed her and kissed her senseless. She was having a hard time comprehending what was happening and she tried to resist him. She used both of her hands to push him off and she took a few steps back from him.

"How did you know I was here?" She asked trying to catch her breath.

"TMZ spotted you arriving at LAX." He said and was making his way towards her. She ran to the other side of her coffee table to put a barrier between them.

"Sam I can't keep doing this. I love you but I want something more."

"I know you do but things..."

"...are complicated I know." She said finishing his sentence. "You have been saying that for eight months now."

"I love you Mercedes and I need to be with you. As soon as I work some things out I swear we can be together. Just please don't leave me, I couldn't bare it if you did." He said as he sank to the ground on the verge of tears.

She felt bad and she couldn't help but console him. She had never seen him like this before and it truly hurt her to see him hurting, because she knew exactly how he felt. He wrapped his arms around her waist and he pushed his face into the softness of her belly. She ran her hands through his hair as he silently wept. After he had finally calmed down he raised her shirt and began kissing her bare skin. Her breathe hitched when she felt his lips touch her skin. He moved lower and was mouthing and sucking her lower lips through her boy shorts causing her to moan. They knew what was coming next and they should stop it but both were so far gone with one another they didn't know how to break free.

AN: Tell me what you guys think I might make it into a three-shot I don't know, depends on what you guys think and if a lot of people seem interested in it. So leave me a review and let me know yay or nay! Thanks for reading.