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"You did what?" Quinn asked as she gaped at Mercedes.

They were in one of the luxury rooms at the Bellagio, Myrtle Beach, getting ready for her wedding to Noah Puckerman, in just a few hours.

And this was the first chance Mercedes had gotten to tell her what had happened in Vegas.

She had told herself in the hours leading up, that her friend didn't need to be distracted by her drama on her wedding day. But the minute Quinn started quizzing her on being in Samuel's room, she'd sung like a canary.

Now she knew, men really did gossip as badly as women, because Noah was the one who told Quinn, that he was certain her and Samuel had spent the night together.

Heck, all of their work friends from Oceanix probably had to wonder, why her seat was vacant on the flight back to Myrtle Beach.

"We don't have time to discuss this now," Mercedes said, attempting to brush off Quinn's questions.

She really didn't want to talk about it and risk being overheard by anyone else, especially Quinn's sister Lucy, who had just stepped out of the room.

Mercedes looked at Quinn. She knew that stubborn look on her face, and wasn't surprised when she retorted,

"Oh no! You can't just toss out that you got married and then clam up. I don't care if we have to delay the wedding, I'm not leaving this room until you tell me what's going on. I mean, I knew you were with Samuel, but I assumed it was just for some...boom boom."

Mercedes couldn't help it, she started laughing.

"Boom boom? Is that code for sex?"

"Hey, I heard it on a movie the other night." Quinn giggled. "Apparently, it stuck with me. So...let me put it another way. I thought that you and Samuel were making hot love all night long and were flying home together the next day. Noah didn't mention anything about you getting hitched, though."

She stood there with her hands on her hips.

"I can't believe he knew and didn't tell me," she huffed out. "Are we already keeping secrets from each other?"

"Cool your jets, girl," Mercedes advised, trying to hide her smirk at Quinn's tirade. "I have no idea what Samuel told Noah, but you know men have the whole bro-code thing going on. So if he did tell Noah, then you shouldn't hold it against him. After all, I don't think you want to deprive yourselves of honeymoon nookie, right?"

Quinn grimaced.

"Yeah, I forgot about that for a minute. But I'll totally kick his butt after we get home from Jamaica. Anyway, tell me what in the world happened?"

Mercedes gave her friend the condensed version of everything she remembered.

The alcohol might have dimmed her morning-after recollections before, but since returning home, the night of her wedding had been playing in her head almost nonstop.

She and Samuel had flown home a couple mornings ago on Noah's jet...and she hadn't seen him since.

He'd called her a few times to check in, but she hadn't seen him in person.

When she'd asked him on one of the calls about their next step, he'd again put her off, saying, they should take a little time and would talk about everything soon.

So now, she had a husband who existed only on paper and no clue as to how to deal with it.

Quinn's mouth hung open in shock, as Mercedes finished things with,

"So I guess I'll see him for the first time today, since he's in the wedding."

She wasn't sure how she'd expected Quinn to respond, but she certainly didn't expect her to loudly whisper,

"So...how was he in bed? Awesome, right?"

Mercedes sagged back into the plush chair behind her and rolled her eyes.

"Is that all the women at Oceanix ever think of? Sex?"

The two of them had worked together in the marketing department at Oceanix International for a few years. Quinn's sister also worked there...as did her husband, Carter Sawyer.

And through Quinn and her sister, Mercedes had made friends with a group of amazing women there.

When they all got together for lunch, the conversation tended to get pretty risqué.

These ladies loved their significant others, but they also admired handsome men in general...so when it came to girl talk, no one's man was off-limits.

Samuel had been a regular subject of speculation, ever since Noah had opened an office in the Oceanix headquarters.

And thanks to their great partnership, he was now a regular fixture in the building and the subject of a lot of feminine admiration.

Quinn raised a brow, then gave a wicked smile.

"I think you already know the answer to that, but if I had to hazard a guess, I would say yes, that's all we think about. And need I remind you, that you're usually front and center in those discussions, so don't try to act shocked now. You've wanted Samuel for a while, and it finally happened. Don't get me wrong, I don't think anyone could have predicted how you two would get together. But it happened."

When Mercedes put her hands over her face and groaned, Quinn laughed softly.

"You, my friend, have never been a woman who did things halfway. You once said, that you'd gladly be Samuel's baby mama, and now, that might be coming true in the near future."

Mercedes snorted in disbelief, but she couldn't quell the tiny shiver of delight that Quinn's words brought forth.

A part of her still felt disloyal to Matt's memory by wanting Samuel, but she also knew, she needed to stop living that way.

Matt had made her promise to move on with her life and leave herself open to falling in love again. At the time though, she would've told him anything to give him the peace he needed.

Because, she hadn't been able to imagine ever wanting a future with another man.

And for three years, she hadn't.

Her heart had been frozen with grief and she hadn't so much as seriously looked twice at another man...until Samuel.

He'd brought her back to life that day in the garage, and he'd also jump-started her libido.

Cobwebs had practically covered her vibrator for years. But now, she'd already had to replace the batteries twice, since meeting Mr. Tall, blonde, and Smoking Hot.

Realizing that Quinn was still staring at her, waiting for a response, Mercedes cleared her throat and shook her head.

"I don't see that happening. I mean, he'll probably hit me up for a divorce before the night is over."

Then a horrible thought hit her and she cringed.

"Crap! Suppose he brings a date with him? We've never even discussed whether we were exclusive. God, that would be so awkward."

Now, Quinn shook her head at her words.

"Not happening. He's a nice guy. Even if your marriage isn't exactly a traditional one, he'd never bring another woman to an event you were also attending. Plus, I don't think he's really into the whole dating scene from what Noah has said."

As if realizing how that sounded, she gave Mercedes a look of apology.

But before Mercedes could think of something to say, the door burst open and Santana Lopez walked in.

Mercedes had been in awe of the beautiful Latina since the first time she'd met her.

She handled special events for Oceanix and was married to one of the top bosses.

"Why in the hell am I the last to know, that you married hung-like-a-horse Evans? I swear, I swung by the guys' room to tell my guy something and all of the men were in there congratulating Samuel on getting hitched. So I dragged my hubby aside and asked, what in the hell they are talking about, and he said that you and Fish Lips Evans have been married since Vegas. That was two days ago...and no one told me? Heck, I would've even settled for a text message. But no. Jesus Christ, Mercedes! How could you marry a guy like that and not shout it from every street corner in Myrtle Beach? I was tempted to take out an ad in the paper when Jake put a ring on it."

"I...I'm sorry," Mercedes stuttered. "It all happened so fast and it's not real, so I didn't think we were telling anyone. It was just one of those drunken Vegas things that people do...wait...are you sure Samuel told all of the guys himself? Or maybe Noah let it slip?"

She had no idea why it mattered, but somehow, it seemed important, that Samuel had the loose lips and not his friend.

It was bizarre, but she wanted to know if he would claim her, instead of trying to keep the news to himself.

Santana still appeared irked that she'd been left out of the information circle, but she answered the question anyway.

"Jake said that Fish Lips told them all together...and he didn't indicate that Evans said anything about an intoxicated tying of the knot."

She studied Mercedes for a moment, seeming to read between the lines. And her voice was softer when she added,

"He looked happy and was accepting the congratulations from his friends, with no sign of discomfort."

When Lucy walked into the room at that moment, Mercedes could tell by the look on her face, that she'd heard the news as well.

Good grief, what was Samuel thinking?

She'd never imagined everyone finding out in this way.

Truthfully, she figured she'd be divorced, before telling her friends anything was ever an issue. So for the remaining time they had left before the start of the wedding, she filled her friends in on what had happened after the bachelorette party and how she woke up to be Mrs. Samuel Evans.

Then the wedding planner for the Bellagio Resort, who was handling everything, arrived and told them it was time.

Quinn was having a fairly small wedding, with her sister as her matron of honor and Mercedes as her one bridesmaid.

While Noah would have his cousin and assistant, Matthew, and his father as his best men.

Quinn looked as if she would faint for a moment, but she pulled it together, and before long, she and her little bridal party were making their way down the aisle.

When Mercedes took her place at the front beside Lucy, she felt the hairs on her neck prickle.

Scanning the room, she saw him almost immediately...her husband. He was sitting in the front row just a short distance away.

She swallowed audibly as his eyes appeared to devour her. And she suddenly felt naked in the form-fitting sheath dress she wore, even though it was floor length.

Instead of avoiding her, as she had feared, it was as if no one else existed in the room beyond the two of them.

Later she would be embarrassed even to admit it to herself, but she could barely remember any of her friend's ceremony.

She was pretty sure that Samuel had missed most of it as well, because they hadn't looked away from each other for more than a few seconds the entire time.

What was going on in his head?

He'd made no effort to see her at all since they had returned home, then suddenly, he was giving her the impression that he'd missed her desperately.

'Shit!' she swore internally.

Another part of the wedding ceremony was passing by and she'd almost missed it.

Noah was kissing his bride.

Thank God she'd come out of her stare-a-thon long enough, to walk back down the aisle.

Was it her imagination, or had Samuel bristled, when she'd walked passed him on Matthews arm?

'Surely not.'

If it wasn't for what happened the last time she'd indulged in alcohol, she'd be damn tempted to power walk to the open bar and request a glass and a bottle.

She couldn't, though. Knowing her luck, she'd wake up pregnant this time.

The wedding party stayed behind the other guests for almost an hour, for the photographer to take pictures.

And strangely enough, Samuel also remained.

Why hadn't he gone to the reception as everyone else had?

Was he waiting to accompany her?

No, that couldn't be it.

They weren't really a couple. But it was possible that he wanted to speak with her, about how to handle the questions they would inevitably encounter.

She would have a hard time not pointing out, that they could have avoided that, had he not felt the need to tell all of his friends about the wedding.

Even if a small part of her was secretly thrilled, that he'd claimed her in front of the people who were important to him, instead of laughing the whole thing off as some mistake.

They had just been given the all clear to leave for the reception, when she felt a hand at her elbow.

She looked over her shoulder, to see the man who'd mesmerized her all evening, standing so close, that she was instantly drunk on his cologne.

'Dear God, he smells yummy.'

"Ready to walk next door?" Samuel asked in his deep voice.

'Ready to walk off a cliff, if you say the word,' she thought.

"Um, sure," she said shrilly, then did her best to tone it down.

'Dammit! I need to stop acting like such a freak around him.'

When he dropped his hand to her lower back, Mercedes almost lost her composure. Something about that gesture always seemed so intimate.

And a small voice inside her head piped up.

'Well, he is your husband.'

They were almost at the double doors leading to the reception, when Samuel abruptly stopped in his tracks and ushered Mercedes into an empty room off to the side.

He gave her a sheepish look, before removing his hand from her back and sticking both of them into his pockets.

The material of his tuxedo stretched tightly across the broad expanse of his chest and she was having a difficult time not gawking at the handsome picture he made.

Samuel Evans was gorgeous in a suit, but he was devastating in a tuxedo. And she would bet money that it had been custom made for him.

The fit was too exact.

"So..." he began, still looking uncomfortable. "I wanted to let you know, that I've told some people about our marriage. Though we've never really talked about how we would deal with that."

He reached out to touch her arm, and she felt a jolt straight to her core.

When had she turned into such a sexual being?

The nerve endings that had been in limbo for three years, were firing on all cylinders now.

"I hope you're not upset with me over it. I mean, I couldn't lie to Noah when he asked me about Vegas. And it seemed wrong to keep it from the rest of my friends as well. Have you told anyone?"

Mercedes was all but speechless.

Had she entered into the twilight zone?

It was almost as if they'd snuck off to Vegas to get married and were now letting everyone in on their secret.

Was she the only one who remembered, that she'd gotten plastered and woke up as Mrs. Samuel Evans?

"Um...Samuel..."

He gently squeezed her arm, grinning at her disarmingly.

"My family calls me Sam, and I'd like it if you did as well. Growing up, I knew I was in trouble if my mom called me Samuel."

'Holy shit! Sam is even sexier than Samuel,' Mercedes thought.

She was damn nearing purring when she said,

"Okay, Sam. Got it."

'Did that mean he thinks of me as his family as well? Dangerous ground, don't even go there, woman.'

"To answer your question, I did tell Quinn, because she's my best friend. Then Santana Lopez let me know, that she'd found out from her husband. And then there was Lucy...well, you get the picture. Any man you told, has already shared the news with his significant other if he has one. If not, he's probably already called his mother, father, and his priest."

Sam chuckled, causing goose bumps to break out on Mercedes' arms.

"Obviously, the men are worse gossips than I'd imagined. But it's not a problem for you, right?" he asked.

'Why did he have to give me that puppy dog look?'

There was no way she could say anything other than,

"It's fine, really. After all, it would have been difficult to keep something like that from everyone."

Sam visibly relaxed.

"That's good. I was a bit worried after I'd already done it."

Then, he surprised her further, by pulling her into a light hug and dropping a quick kiss to the top of her head.

"It's good to see you again, by the way. I'm sorry it didn't happen sooner, but I was dealing with a...family emergency."

Pulling back, Mercedes searched his face.

"Is everything all right?" she asked in concern. She didn't know anything about his family dynamic, but she hoped that no one had been seriously hurt.

Sam glanced away from her, once again looking uncomfortable.

"All is well," he finally responded, then immediately changed the subject. "I'm starving, how about you? The food here is unbelievable, so let's go enjoy it."

And before she could say another word, he'd whisked them from their quiet hiding place and into a very crowded ballroom.

In what seemed like a strange twist of fate, but was probably Quinn's doing, Mercedes was seated with Sam and the rest of their friends at a table near the front of the room.

He pulled her chair out when they reached it, then slid it back into position when she was seated, before taking his own and settling in next to her.

Noah and Quinn were at the end of the table surrounded by their parents. And Mercedes could tell by the strained look on her friend's face, that her normally difficult mother, was up to her usual shenanigans tonight.

However, her attention was brought back to Sam, as his mouth-watering plate, containing prime rib and herbed fingerling potatoes, was placed in front of him.

She was close to begging for a bite, when her meal arrived as well and saved her the embarrassment.

Later, she would probably cringe at how she'd attacked her food, as if she hadn't eaten in a month. But at that moment, it looked too good to pretend that she wasn't starving.

"Mmm, this is so delicious," she moaned, as the flavors exploded onto her tongue.

She took a few more bites before she glanced at Sam, only to find him fixated on her mouth.

'I should have worn a bib,' she thought ruefully.

Surely, something was on her chin.

She casually picked the napkin up from her lap and dabbed her face, hoping she'd taken care of whatever he was so focused on.

When he continued to stare, she dropped her napkin and asked,

"Could you point out whatever you're gawking at? Apparently, I missed it."

Sam appeared confused by her words.

"I was looking at you because you're beautiful and I've never seen a woman eat with such passion before."

Suddenly, the food that she had been enjoying, felt like a lead weight in her stomach.

She couldn't believe it.

He was repulsed by the fact that she was wolfing her food down. Why had he bothered to compliment her looks, then?

"This is the first meal I've had today," she said defensively.

"Mercedes, you shouldn't go so long without eating. You'll make yourself sick," he said gently. "Finish up and we'll have some dessert."

Now she was puzzled.

Had she misunderstood what he was saying?

He appeared downright thrilled when she picked her fork up again and continued. So maybe she'd overreacted.

'That's what happens when you marry a man you don't know.'

The rest of the evening passed in a blur.

Sam rarely left Mercedes' side and seemed intent on playing the part of the doting new husband.

A few moments before the reception ended, she found herself surrounded by some of the women who worked with her.

One, Emily, wasted little time in blurting out,

"Oh, my God, you're married to Sam! That man has one of the best asses I've ever laid eyes on."

"Who the heck is Sam?" another, Casey asked as she looked around the group.

Emily pointed him out.

"My guy calls him Sam, and personally, I think it suits him. It sounds all dirty sexy."

"Yeah, I like it better too." Santana nodded. "And I agree with you, Em. I bet the man can bring on the nasty. There is no way he's strictly missionary. Hell, he probably barely remembers that position."

Mercedes felt her face heating like mad, as her friends chatted and giggled.

She was just trying to formulate a reply, when another friend, Michelle, came jogging over on her dangerously high heels.

"I can't believe I missed the freaking wedding! I told Paul that we needed to fly home last night, but no, he had a last-minute meeting and assured me we'd get home in plenty of time. Well, guess what? Vegas was one big hive of thunderstorm activity and the plane was delayed for hours. For fuck's sake, look at me. I didn't even have time to go home and change clothes," she huffed out.

Mercedes shook her head.

Michelle might not be quite as well put together as she normally was, but she still looked gorgeous.

"Now, someone tell me about the ceremony and anything else I've missed. We managed to catch Quinn and Noah before they went off to change. Man, she set the bar for brides everywhere. Noah is one lucky bastard."

Santana grinned and slung an arm over her mini-me. She and Michelle had such similar personalities, that they were almost clones of each other.

"I was wondering where you were. Here's a quick catch-up for you. The ceremony was kickass, the food amazing, and your BFF over there married Sam Evans a few days ago, after the bachelorette party." Raising a brow, she asked, "Did I miss anything?"

Yet another round of shrieking and rapid-fire questions commenced, as Michelle alternated between being excited about Mercedes' marriage and being pissed, that she was the last to know.

When she'd finished lecturing Mercedes for not calling her immediately, she smacked her lips dramatically and asked,

"So, is he as big as his suit pants would suggest? When he has that jacket unbuttoned, it looks like a monster snake lives in the front of those trousers."

"He does have the Jon Hamm cock outline going on," Santana agreed.

"Damn, I totally saw that in Star Magazine." Emily nodded. "The man had like an extra arm down the leg of his shorts. They were saying something about him walking his dog, but poor thing, that has to be a workout in itself."

Casey giggled before asking,

"Just to be clear, are we talking about Jon Hamm here or Sam?"

"Well, we started off with Sam, but that last part was about our favorite television stud," Michelle purred. "But he has nothing on Mercedes' Sam, though. I love Paul to pieces, but I've stared at Sams ass, until I feel as if it's permanently burned into my brain." Fanning herself, she added, "I swear, between Paul's friends and his family, I'm constantly hot and bothered."

Emily elbowed Mercedes in the side with a big smirk on her face.

"I don't believe you answered Michelle's question about the size of Sam's baby maker. There's not a woman in this room who hasn't wondered the same thing at some point. He looks fucking phenomenal in that tux tonight."

Santana and Michelle started clapping wildly, while Emily made a clicking sound with her tongue.

Casey added,

"Guys with big ones has a certain walk."

Nodding her agreement, Santana said,

"You got that right, sister. If you ladies don't believe me, then watch our guys walking at the office one day and you'll see how they're practically bowlegged. One of the saddest days for me, was when I saw the new hunk they hired in advertising, walk with his knees almost rubbing together."

"I noticed the same thing," Michelle agreed. "And I knew immediately, he was packing no more than four or five inches. Such a damn shame."

"But what about the saying that it's not the size, but what you do with it?" Mercedes pointed out, feeling as if she needed to defend the small guys of the world.

"Bullshit!" Emily coughed out. "A big dick just gets you from point A to point B faster and with more fireworks. I don't need a man down there trying to eat me to China and back, because he can't get me off any other way."

When a throat cleared behind her, Mercedes jumped back a few steps, colliding with a hard wall...Sam's stomach.

"Didn't mean to scare you, babe," he drawled in her ear.

She looked over her shoulder to see his eyes were full of mirth. And there was no doubt in her mind, that he'd at least heard Emily's last comment, if not more.

"Ladies," he added, greeting her now gawking friends.

They were staring at him as if he was the last dish on an all-you-can-eat buffet.

And Mercedes had to give him credit for not turning tail to run. In fact, he didn't look uncomfortable in the least, which made her like him that much more.

Though she wasn't sure he could do anything at this point, that she wouldn't find attractive.

Maybe she really had been without a man for too long

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