Chapter One

The beautiful man with the hazel eyes stared into her brown ones with a combination of lust, confusion and disbelief. Hands still firm around her bare waist.

Puck: What do you mean no?

Mercedes: I'm not FUCKING you (she says biting her bottom lip accentuating the F in FUCK)

He scoffs as she turns around to the desk he has her backed against and continues organizing a clients' art portfolio.

Mercedes: Feel free to take that as a queue to get the fuck out of my house

She says absentmindedly still facing a pile of sketches and a line of coke. She bends over; oblivious to the fact that puck is still close behind, and unintentionally rubs her backside against his flesh as she sniffs. She rests both arms on the desk eyes closed praying that the high hits her soon.

He presses back in an overtly sexual manner and leans forward to whisper, lips brushing against her ear

Puck: I will, as soon as you take care of my problem.

She glares at him and he is met with a thunderous humorless laugh, She scoffs then moves her face as close as she can get without physically touching him; with a stern, determined expression, eager for him to see how serious the words that are about to escape her mouth are.

Mercedes: I don't blow, suck, or fuck married cock. (She said letting the ck in cock linger)

She raises a brow expectantly, knowing, waiting for his pathetic attempt at an explanation. Nothing…

Mercedes: You should have told me Noah.

She says showing a brief expression of hurt for the first time with in the confrontation, but it disappears so fast that it's a question if it was there to begin with. She stares at him, features numb as they have grown accustomed to being.

Puck: Honestly, I didn't think you'd give a fuck.

She scoffs rolling her eyes shifting her weight to the other foot.

Puck: What? You were the one who said all you wanted was to fuck. Nothing official, no emotional attachments, no commitment.

She sighs and turns back to her desk opting to cut this conversation short

Mercedes: You know what, its fine. Don't even worry about it, just get your shit, and be gone.

She says nonchalantly. While she has her back turned to him, he slips his arms around her waist and whispers in her ear with her favorite grin sketched across his face

Puck: Come on…

On a regular day that grin, that magnificent grin-on those lips, those come evoking lips is all it would take to get her to let him fuck her any way he pleased. But not today, not any day that he was a married man. She shook her head and gripped the edge of the desk with both arms. God, this isn't going to be easy she thought to herself.

He swiftly lifted her pink silk robe over her ass and used his thumb to slide the crotch of her black lace undergarments to the side. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. Fuck she thought, god give me the strength. He switfly pulled out his member and rubbed it against her slick lower set of lips.

Mercedes: Mmmh

She moaned involuntarily.

Puck: That's right

He whispered huskily with a victorious smirk. Little did he know, he hadn't won shit. As much as her body needed him, she couldn't do it. She couldn't knowingly play a part in his deceit, a part in the pain he'd be causing to his wife. She couldn't put another woman through that, she remembered the agony she felt when the first time Sam had cheated on her. She refused to put another woman through that.

Mercedes: No!

She said sternly slowly turning around to face him.

Mercedes: Get the fuck out

She spat through gritted teeth in a whisper.

Puck: I don't understand why you're acting like such a FUCKING bitch about this! We both know you don't give a fuck about the fact that I'm married, so why the sudden change. Huh?

He said staring intensely into her eyes searching for an answer. Nothing. She stared back blankly, she just wanted him to leave, so she figured she'd let him continue on with his little bitch fit to his hearts' content, then he would go home and fuck his wife. But then he smirked at her, and she knew that wouldn't be the case. he refused to be the only one walking away from this situation pissed off.

Puck: Don't tell me its cause Evans back.

Puck scans the luminescent glass pool house and shakes his head.

Puck: You know, I thought for sure you'd be out of here by now. What's it like? Knowing that he's merely feet away from you (puck says gesturing to the house through the window) fucking other women? The fact that you stayed here after everything he did, is quite pathetic. (He laughs heartily) I'm sorry; I just can't believe your still here, just waiting for him.

She was getting pissed now, try as she might, she couldn't pretend his words weren't affecting her.

Mercedes: Shut up Noah. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

He shook his head, and then tilted it to the side, observing her.

Puck: You know Mercedes; I always thought you were so much stronger than that, but for the first time I can see you for who you really are

He said looking her up and down, she shook her head denying his awaiting accusation knowing exactly where he was going with this.

Puck: That right there-

He said pointing to her nightstand that nursed an abundance of depressants and narcotics.

Puck: -Says it all. You don't deal with things, cause you're a scared little girl. You don't want to see what's right in front of your face. You're weak. Maybe he saw it too; maybe that's why he fucked Quin-

She slapped him. Hard. Her hand hurt, but then he slapped her back, and she couldn't feel the pain that was in her hand anymore. She could feel him there, staring at her, but she couldn't bring her eyes to meet his. I can't believe that bastard fucking hit me.

Puck: Mercedes-

He began voice thick with remorse and regret. Then suddenly the slide door whipped open, she closed her eyes as soon as she heard him-

: What the Fuck is going on in here