"Morning…" Sam said kissing Mercedes on the cheek. He was wearing a soft blue long sleeved button down shirt with a dark gray necktie tied to his collar and black pants. He looked sophisticated, smart and downright sinful.

"Good morning, Sam." Mercedes replied with a smile.

Today would be Mercedes' first day back in college, normally she dreaded the first day of school but today for some reason she felt excited. She woke up early this morning and after getting ready she ran down to the kitchen and made breakfast for the both of them. Served on the dining room table were pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns, crispy bacon, fresh cut fruits, orange juice and a pot of coffee for them to enjoy. The food was probably a little too much but she was in a great mood and when she was in a great mood, she cooked.

"This is great...but you know you didn't have to do this. We could've gone out for breakfast." Sam reprimanded. "You know, if you hadn't asked me to let go of Lupe then you wouldn't have to do all the cooking and cleaning." He continued saying as he was piling food onto his plate.

"I thought that we had discussed this? We don't need a maid, Sam. We're both young and very capable of taking care of ourselves. Your parents needed her services more than we did."

When Mercedes moved in with Sam two months prior, they had had a long talk about relocating Sam's maid, Lupe, to his parent's estate. After a few days of discussion and persuasion, Sam finally agreed to let Lupe relocate. Mercedes had always been the type of person who was independent. Her parents had taught her that and she was sticking to their teachings. Besides, they lived in a 3 bedroom, 2 bathrooms house not a palace, so the way she saw it, they should be able to split the chores between the two of them.

"What time will you be done with your classes today?" Sam asked changing the subject.

"I should be done at around 3:00pm. Why are you asking?" She looked at him quizzically.

"Good, because I will be dropping you off and picking you up today." Sam replied completely ignoring her question. "I thought we could have a celebratory dinner together." He smirked.

Celebratory dinner? Was it his birthday or something? No, it couldn't be his birthday because he had already celebrated his 25th birthday earlier this year. In fact the both of them shared the same birthday month. "Did I miss a memo? Because I don't get what we're supposed to be celebrating?"

Sam reached over to grab her hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles. "It's your first day back at in school. I figured we should celebrate." He shrugged.

"Now you're just finding reasons to spoil me." Mercedes joked.

"And…is that a bad thing? Is it wrong of me to want to spoil my beautiful wife?" Sam asked, running his thumb on the back of her hand.

Mercedes felt her heart thundering inside her chest. She should have gotten used to the attention that Sam liked to shower her, but every time he said or does something nice−ok not just nice but romantic−her heart soared.

"I swear you're going to give me a big head by the time I leave this house." She said without thinking. All of a sudden the playful air between them ceased. Sam let go of her hand and stared out into the backyard, while she felt like the biggest idiot for talking about leaving. She didn't do it intentionally, it just slipped out before she could even think about it. Truth be told, ever since their little talk at her parent's place yesterday, she was confident that she would not be leaving this house or Sam−ever. She really was falling for him but yet again, she had to make things worse by saying something so stupid. "I'm sorry, Sam… I wasn't thinking when I said that. I-"

"Forget it alright. I know that you don't want to be here and I'm not going to force you to be here if you don't want to." There was an underlying anger in his voice.

"No!" Mercedes placed her hand on Sam's and squeezed it. "I'm not planning to leave. I meant it when I said that I liked you. No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. I feel free and alive when I'm with you." She felt better when he focused his gaze on her, "and I don't want that feeling to end. I want to give our marriage a chance, Sam."

Sam stared at her face for a few seconds and the next thing she knew, his lips were on hers, kissing her with a deep hunger. She kissed him right back, letting out a moan in the process. This time she was the one begging to deepen the kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as soon as he opened it. The memory of their naughty kisses in her childhood bedroom left her feeling hot and intensified her lust for him.

"Damn it! I want you but we can't do this now." Sam broke their kiss way too soon for her liking. "We're going to be late."

She grabbed his neck and kissed him again before he could say another word. He tried to pull away but she didn't let him go. In the end, they kissed until she absolutely had to let him go−only because they had to breathe.

"You're going to be the death of me." He groaned. "I'm going to die of blue balls before long."

She couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm sorry… For what it's worth, I'm dying for you to touch me too." She whispered seductively.

"Oh god…You're going to make me cum in my pants if you keep doing that." Sam said his eyes closed.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing…" Mercedes got up quickly before she could change her mind about attending the first day of school and jump Sam's bones.

Ooooo

Noah Puckerman, better known as Puck, was on the way to his next class when he saw Mercedes Jones standing in front of the campus. He had not seen her since the summer started and now that he was in her presence again, he could not be happier. Puck had always harbored a secret crush on Mercedes but she never seemed interested, so he never pushed for anything more than just friendship.

"Well hello, beautiful." He called out flirtatiously. Mercedes looked beautiful in a white and red floral design dress and black strappy wedged sandals. Her long hair was in its normal beautiful state, flowing freely with soft waves on the bottom.

Mercedes who was busy fiddling with her phone looked up and smiled brightly at him. "Hey Puck, how have you been?"

When she gave him a quick hug and a kiss on his cheek, Puck thought that his knees were going to buckle on him. "I've been great! How was your summer, Cedes?"

"I've had a great summer. You'd never guess what happened to me?"

Puck stared at her−from her head to her feet, when he couldn't figure out what had changed about her during the summer, he asked. "What?"

"I got married!" Mercedes showed him her left hand. On her ring finger sat a huge diamond engagement ring and diamond encrusted wedding band.

He felt his heart stopped, his heart broke when he realized that Mercedes now belonged to another. "Congratulations." He said with as much enthusiasm he could muster. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name is Sam Evans…" Mercedes grinned.

Puck could tell that she was very happily married and even though he felt like dying, he couldn't help but feel happy for his friend. Friend. He had never thought that the word would bring him such sorrow but alas it has−at least in this situation it did.

The name Sam Evans sounded familiar to him. Where have I heard that name before? That's right, Sam Evans was the face of Evans Enterprises. The guy was richer then the royal family and not only that, women clamor at him like he's some kind of prize they could win. Suddenly, Puck felt jealousy course through his veins. Of course he got the only girl Puck cared about. He was Sam Evans after all. What could Puck have to offer for Mercedes? Nothing. He was not rich. He was only a college student and not a very smart one at that.

"I didn't know you were dating, Cedes? And wow, you married the billionaire, Sam Evans. You did good, girl. He's a lucky man." Sam Evans was indeed a lucky man to have been able to marry someone as beautiful and smart as Mercedes. Puck hoped that the guy would be smart enough to never break Mercedes' heart or he might just have to kill him. "Let me know if he ever hurts you. I'll be glad to teach him a lesson."

"You're funny, Puck." Mercedes chuckled. "I'll take you up on that offer if that ever happens."

Puck didn't know what else to say to Mercedes after that. He didn't want things to get awkward between them so he excused himself. "Well, I better get going. Got a class I have to go to. It was really nice seeing you again, Cedes. We should have lunch sometime."

"Nice seeing you too, Puck. I'll text you about that lunch." She gave him a parting hug and a kiss on the cheek and with that, he left with his heart in pieces.

Oooo

Sam was having a relatively good day−lies, he was having a great day. He attributed his good mood to the kiss that he had shared with Mercedes earlier that morning at breakfast. Unfortunately, as soon as he drove into the SFSU campus his mood turned sour. As he was approaching the front of the campus he saw Mercedes kissing and embracing an unknown man. He shouldn't be jumping to conclusions but how could he not when he saw his wife acting so chummy with another man? By the time he had parked his car that man had already gone.

"Hey, how was your day?" Mercedes greeted him cheerfully when she entered the car.

She kissed him on the cheek and just like that some of his anxiety about the other man melted away. He was still tensed and tried to keep it from being known but it slipped out anyway.

"I'm alright." He answered gruffly.

He could feel Mercedes shifting in her seat more than likely to look at him−he wasn't sure because his vision was trained to the road. "What's wrong? Did you have a bad day or something?"

"You could say that…"

"Why don't you tell me about it?" She placed her hand on his to comfort him. Unfortunately, all it did was make him even more anxious.

Should he ask her about the other man or not? If he did would she be angry at him for acting like a jealous fool? They were just now getting into a comfortable stride in their relationship and Sam did not want his insecurities to hinder their progress, so he thought that the best thing to do was to leave the matter alone. Mercedes was entitled to have male friends, just like he was entitled to have female friends. She shouldn't be judged by the company she keeps. He sure as hell wouldn't want Mercedes to go bat shit crazy whenever he was with a female friend. Besides, maybe the guy was gay? A smile formed on his face at the thought.

"I'm fine, Mercy. Don't worry about me alright. Where would you like to go for dinner?" He told her, finally looking in her direction.

"Well, if you're sure you're alright-" She gazed at him frowning.

Sam softened his voice and laced his fingers with Mercedes'. "Stop worrying about me. I really am fine. With that settled, where would you like to eat?"

She still looked worried but in the end she smiled and said, "Did you want to try that new Thai restaurant a few blocks from home?"

"Sure." He lifted their entwined hands and planted a gentle kiss at the back of her hand.

They had a great meal that night. They ate, talked and kissed throughout dinner. This was the life Sam had wanted, he finally got the girl of his dreams−maybe not her love yet, but they would get there eventually. He had a feeling that it would be sooner then he'd expected. Life was definitely good.

Oooo

"Will Schuester…You are a pain in the ass." Kitty grumbled. She was handling his divorce case and she never resented the man more than she did now. She was a corporate attorney for Pete's sake not a divorce attorney but because Will was an important client to St. James and associates law firm, she was forced to handle his divorce.

"Miss Harris, Mr. St. James would like to see you." Her secretary, Emma Pillsbury said politely through the phone intercom system.

"Thank you, Emma." She answered.

What did he want now? Jesse St. James gave her the creeps. Every time she had to work closely with him, she would cringe. He was the type of man who thought that he could have any woman he wanted just because he was rich. He'd been trying to get her to sleep with him ever since she started work at the firm but she had not relented. The idea of having sex with him grossed her out−there was no way in hell that would ever happen.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. St. James?" Kitty asked once she was in his office.

"Sit down, Kitty, and didn't I tell you to call me Jesse?" Jesse smiled his signature smile that always sent chills to her body−not in a good way.

Kitty took a seat and looked up at Jesse. "And I told you that it wasn't professional to call my boss by his first name. Now, what did you want to talk to me about?"

She could sense that Jesse wanted to say something more about the subject but he didn't, instead he went back to business. "We have acquired a new account. A very big one at that. Evans Enterprises has entrusted us to manage their company and I want you to work with them."

"Evans Enterprises?" She asked a little dumbfounded.

"Yes, Evans Enterprises. Are you up to the task?" Jesse said interrupting her musing.

"You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to working for them."

"Good. Report to them tomorrow. You will be working very closely with Sam Evans and his right hand man Mike Chang, so I expect nothing but professionalism on your part. Don't let me down."

"Don't worry sir, I would be nothing but professional." She said with an evil glint in her eyes.

Kitty couldn't believe her luck. She had been trying to find ways to get in touch with Sam for the past two months and it looks like fate was throwing her in his path. She was very sure now that she was meant to be with Sam Evans. Now all she had to do was get rid of his stupid fat wife and her problems would be settled. In a few months, Sam would be divorced−she would make sure of that and she would be wearing his ring on her finger.