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Chapter 9: Trouble Returns by Yinx

Rating: R (sexual situations and language)

Sam walked to the bedroom and watch Mercedes; the woman could multitask like a pro. She lay on the bed with her legs up on the headboard sketching as she talked on the phone and seemed to be pointing stuff out on her computer beside her head. She tilted her head up and saw Sam and waved him in smiling.

"No Jean una in rosso e il nero in bianco." She said in fluent Italian

Sam walked in and noticed the TV was on a muted Project Runway. He shook his head laughing if he tried such a thing he would have a conniption.

He went over and lay on the bed just like her and pulled out the latest superman comic and began to read.

It was an hour later when Mercedes got off the phone. She sat up and turned around the right way in bed.

"How's your graphic novel" she asked him still clicking on the computer.

"Pretty good how was that conference call".

"Don't even ask it's looking like I may need to go back to Milan before LA" she sighed rubbing her temples.

"What" Sam said sitting up.

"Somehow Jean lost the fabric I need to make Kimora dress" she shook her head.

Her phone rang

"Ciao voi idiota ti ho detto dove è stato Jean si prega per favore, per favore me li nave ora grazie grazie. He found them" she sighed smiling up at him.

"Good" he said kissing her deeply. "I've missed you lips Yawne" he whispered.

Mercedes laughed "I've missed yours too" she cupped his face.

"Mercedes can we go back to the way we were before" he asked his green eyes pleading.

"Sam I really don't know if we can" she answered pulling out of his embrace. "You really hurt me" she got out of bed and began to put her things away.

"Mercedes I said I was sorry. What the hell is that not supposed to mean" he groaned and fell back on the bed.

"It means I don't know if I want to get back together"

Sam swore loudly "Don't want to get back together, Mercedes I'm not one to play games when it comes to you" he was off the bed and embracing her in a quick minute.

"Sam I…"

"No Is anymore we are in this together and I'm in for the long run Babe" he said.

"I don't want to you to put your dreams on hold so you can help me with mine, Santana can be a handful but she will be a great manager" she said.

"Babe, I can schedule around football"

"I won't have you doing that, worrying on the field you might dislocate something, and I couldn't have that on my conscience" she sighed looking up at him "I rather have you hating me for dumping you, than have you regretting what might have been."

Sam smiled down at her "We'll do it your way for now, I'll step down as manager, but if Santana pulls something…" he was interrupted by Mercedes kiss.

"Never said you had to give up managing the bedroom" she said slyly.

"I think I did well in that department, if I have to say so myself" he growled as they both began to remove each other's clothes.

"That you did" Mercedes said as Sam sat on the bed and made her straddle him. He entered her seconds later. Few wild minutes into their love making Mercedes phone rang.

"Sam I have to get to the phone" Mercedes moaned "it could be important."

"We're busy, Yawne, they can call back" he breathed between kisses.

"B…BUT…but they… w…wouldn't call this l…l…late if it wasn't" she gasped as his thrust intensified.

Sam said nothing as he continued so Mercedes picked up the phone

"H…Hello"

"Hello Ms. Jones this is your manager Ms. Lopez, I was calling to see if the seven am flight would be a good time" Santana said in a sarcastic yet genuine way.

"Um… yeah seven is a good time to fly OUT" Mercedes cried out as Sam thrust deepened.

"No seven" he hissed at her kissing her lips loudly.

"Oh my God are you to having sex" Santana cried out laughing "Sounds hot"

Sam grabbed the phone from Mercedes as her ears turned red with embarrassment "Santana seven is too early, shoot for noon or later" Sam panted.

"OH MY GOD YOU TWO ARE HAVING SEX" Santana screamed with much glee.

"The fuck if we are you're sworn to secrecy, so get used to it, it will be happening a lot" he said as he hung up the phone. "Don't you dare answer that phone again, woman" Sam said switching positions with Mercedes.

Santana looked at the phone 'It will be happening a lot.' "That boy was such a dork even in bed. Glad we didn't go that far." She rolled her eyes and booked a later flight for all three of them. She called Brittany and told her to expect them later than planned.

"Thank you for letting me use you house Santana" Mercedes said as she set a suitcase on the king size fluffed bed.

"No problem, it will be fun Whee… Mercedes." She said catching a glare from Sam. "Um… through there is an office you can use as well"

"How do you afford this Santana" Sam asked her.

"I have my ways" she answered smirking.

Mercedes and Sam both raised eyebrows

"OMG my dad's a freakin' doctor he bought me this house so I'll get out of his"

"Makes more sense now" Sam said laughing

Mercedes threw a pillow at him.

"Whatever Frog Lips, what's on the schedule for tomorrow Mercedes" Santana asked pulling out a blackberry and sitting on the small sofa at foot of the bed.

"Okay I have to go to Fed-ex to get my designs, then checkout the venue, I also need to have a conference call with Jean, I need to go to an agency and set up a model casting" she said putting clothes in drawers.

"Oooo do we get to cast guy models" Santana asked setting her blackberry.

Mercedes gave her a look.

"What just because me and Brittany are together doesn't mean I can't have my eye candy" she rolled her eyes "I can't look at your man anymore"

"That's right" Mercedes said as they laughed.

"I'm standing right here" Sam said playfully annoyed which made them laugh any harder.

"What's so funny I want to laugh too" said Brittany coming in the room wiping her hands on her apron.

"I've been demoted to eye candy around here" Sam grinned.

"I do like candy, but dinner is ready come eat before Lord Tubbington eats it all" Brittany said as she walked away.

"Wait Lord Tubbington is still alive" Mercedes whispered shocked as they walked out of the room into the kitchen nook

"Yeah I'm surprised as well" Santana whispered back.

Mercedes sat on the living room couch with Santana as they went over details for the next few weeks.

"Why have you stopped calling me Wheezy" Mercedes asked.

"What. Oh that yeah I figured since we are working together and you're my boss it's time to put high school things behind us." Santana said entering things into her blackberry.

"Oh well that's very mature of you" Mercedes said smiling. "I hope we can be friends too"

"I always thought of you as my friend why did you think I call you names, and how many times have we been duet partners" Santana looked at her. "So okay Ms. Jones we have an early start tomorrow so go to bed, and no whoopee tonight"

Mercedes ears reddened. "You heard" she said packing up her laptop.

"Yeah… but it's cool… Sam's a good guy and you must put it on him really good for him to chop my head off over the phone" Santana said as she started walking up the stairs to her a Brittany's room.

Grinning Mercedes walked down the hall to the guest area. She heard the shower running. Biting her lips she decided not to join Sam this time as much as she wanted to. She dressed for bed but sat sketching which helped her relax at the end of the day.

Sam watched her sketching with ear buds in her ears. He wondered what she would say if he asked her to marry him again. Wiping wet hair off his forehead he decided against it. He wanted her to have the wedding of her dreams and once he got his signing bonus he have Kurt do the wedding. Walking over he bent his head down and squeezed the remaining water from his hair on her head.

"OH MY GOD SAMUEL EVANS YOU ARE SO DEAD" she screamed at him scrabbling up and chasing him around the room. Sam grabbed her and swung her around as her around as her phone rang. Sam swore as he dropped her on the bed.

"Why is it that every time I'm trying to get with you there's a phone call" he groaned. He walked over and started to get ready for bed.

"Hello" Mercedes said into the phone smiling. Her smile faded quickly as she walked in to bathroom and closed the door.

"How did you get this number, Leslie" she hissed.