Hey my loves, so I'm going to be updating this story on Tuesday, but here's a little snippet of what ls to come. Thanks for being so patient, appreciate it!

"Your place or mine?"

The question that caused all of this chaos. No. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for Mercedes Jones inability to stay away from Sam fucking Evans. He shouldn't have even had to have made the request.After the shit Sam put her through she should've wanted to cut his ass off. But that's not her way. She's forgiving, never holds a grudge. She has a big heart and no matter what you put her through, once she's decided your special enough to receive her love, her trust, her loyalty. You have it forever…unconditionally. Dear God, please let her forgive me for this.

She'd barely finished wiping his cum off of her lips when he decides to take it further. Mediocre blow job, but she got the job done. Hopefully she's a better lay.

"Your place or mine?"

He needed to get his mind off of Mercedes, he needed to get his mind off of her betrayal. What better way than by burying his cock in someone else 's pussy.

"Yours…."

Next thing he remembers after leaving the restroom from the bar; he was supposed to be having his bachelor's party, is stumbling through his condo door. He could've sworn he had left it locked.

No time for foreplay. He would have to get some rest. Tomorrow afternoon was his wedding. Tomorrow morning he would have to face Mercedes, figure out if there was even going to be a wedding. But tonight, he just needed to bust a nut. Since Mercedes could run around kissing exes, then he'd do her one better.

He pushes her against his dresser and lifts her dress up around her waist and pushes her panties aside. She reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock. She gasp when he enters her and pulls away from his kisses to bite his shoulder. Then suddenly she tenses around him and she places her had on his chest to stop his movements. When he looks at her questioning her change in demeanor he finds her staring straight past him with an shocked expression on her face. He looks over his shoulder to see what she's staring at and instantly panics at the sight of Mercedes sitting silently on his bed eyes transfixed on him.

It doesn't even occur to him to tuck his dick back in his pants and chase after until he hears the bedroom door slam behind her as she books it through the living room for the elevator. Shit, the doors slide close just as he approaches them. Fuck! He punches the wall before deciding to take the stairs. No, he can't let her leave like this. But why? She's the one whose fucked everything up, why the fuck is he chasing after her he wonders. However the thought does not deter him from sprinting down 4 flights of steps and through the hotel lobby to get to her. He reaches valet in time to see her tear streaked face climb into her car before roughly combing her fingers through her hair shaking her head as if trying to convince herself she's imagined what she just walked in on.

Her windows are down so he approaches with caution before gently calling her name. They briefly make contact and his heart shatters into a million pieces at the pain in her eyes. She wipes her tears before pulling off like a bat out of hell.

That was 3 days ago...