Yall my Christmas break is over and I am sad but here is an update. ;)
Enjoy Lovebugs.
The next morning Mercedes was glad to be going to work, she even woke up an hour earlier than her alarm. She grabbed the things she needed for the day and headed to the car with her driver. As he drove Mercedes looked over her schedule when she noticed a reminder that she had a date with Tank tonight, she quickly scribbled it out and decided to text Tank to let him know that this wasn't going to work out, but they could stay friends. It was better a text than calling him in her opinion because she didn't have to explain too deeply why she didn't want to be in a committed relationship with him. Besides telling him that she had let her co-star corner her on multiple occasions and kiss multiple times didn't seem like the best way to break the news to Tank. In the middle of going over her schedule she received a call from Sam.
"Good morning Mercedes Jones," Sam smiled into the phone.
"Good morning Samuel Evans, will I see you at work today?" She replied back sweetly.
"Oh you'll see me and little Sammy if you are lucky," Sam said with no shame.
"Little Sammy isn't that little Sam,"
"And how would you know, have you been looking at my magazine covers?"
"Nope, I've felt not so little Sammy remember?"
"That you have, so since we are a little early for work how about a detour?"
"What kind of detour Mr. Evans?"
"Tell your driver that you want to stop at Little Kakes Kafe, I'll be there waiting," Sam replied as hung up the phone. Mercedes told her driver the address, and he detoured off his normal route. When they arrived at the cafe the only lights that were out were little fairy ones and Sam had a special spot reserved for just him and Mercedes. When Mercedes walked up to him, she felt her smile grow bigger if that was even possible.
"When did do you even manage to do all this Evans?" Mercedes questioned as she took all of the scenery in.
"I managed to do it sometime after the date last night, and I rented it out for the morning so we have the whole place to ourselves," Sam smirked as he kissed Mercedes on her forehead.
"And you were just so confident that I was going to say yes," Mercedes replied as she took her seat and Sam did the same.
"I was besides we are going to be super early before work so I figured why not, I made them make an assortment of everything. We have little breakfast cakes, eggs, juice, waffles, pancakes, all that good stuff," Sam explained.
"I think I'll have a little bit of everything," Mercedes said as she and Sam started piling their plates.
"I'm glad you rented the place out for the morning so we can have some privacy," Mercedes commented.
"I know probably one of the best decisions I ever made, I wanted to be able to join our time together without the whole celebrity status thing reigning over our heads. Give us some sort of privacy," Sam answered.
"Well thank you, Sam, I really appreciate it," Mercedes replied, as she took a piece of her waffle and placed it in her mouth but some whipped cream had managed to make it on her lips.
"You gotta little something on your lips," Sam said. Mercedes tried to get it but she kept going for the wrong spot. So Sam shifted closer to her and swiped his thumb across her lip to get the cream off himself. Then without thinking Mercedes pulled Sam into a deep kiss which caught him off-guard. Then Mercedes pulled away.
"Maybe I should get whipped cream on your face more often if that is your way of saying thank you," Sam joked.
"Ha, ha, ha. C'mon, we should actually go to work this time, before we are late," Mercedes replied as she stood up and Sam did the same. They headed to their respective cars and both drove to the production studio. They had made it through their whole work period without anyone suspecting a thing. Now, did Sam give Mercedes longing glances when she wasn't looking? Yes. Did Mercedes sneak glances longing glances at Sam when it was his turn to speak on the show? Yes. And did Sam sneak his hand on Mercedes's thigh? Yes. But no suspected a thing. Sam was grabbing his stuff and heading out of the door when he noticed Mercedes and Jane talking about the show today.
"I liked the segment about how people get really lonely around Christmas when they lose their significant other," Jane commented.
"Oh, yeah that one was nice too, but I think my favorite of today was the R&B one, debating about is R&B going to die." Mercedes replied.
Jane chuckled, "Of course it would be your favorite you are America's favorite R&B singer, also I saw how Sam was looking at you are you sure he doesn't want you?"
Mercedes smiled, "Hahaha, Jane, I don't know what you are talking about." Sam decided to make his presence known and he walked up to the ladies standing dangerously close to Mercedes.
"What are my favorite co-hosts talking about?" He asked.
"Uh, aren't you our co-host?" Jane questioned.
"No, you are all definitely my co-hosts." Sam laughed.
"Nothing we were talking about our favorite segments for the day," Mercedes answered. Before Sam could say anything he noticed that Tank was running up to the trio, and he immediately felt his smile grow into a grimace at the man. He could not take a hint.
"Hey Cedes what happened?" Tank asked when he ran up to them.
"Look, Tank I would have been wasting your time if I kept putting up a front with you so I needed to be honest, now I am sorry for hurting your feelings, but you deserve to find someone who is going to give you 100% and I am not that person," Mercedes answered truthfully.
"What was wrong, was it something I did? We can try again, we can make it work." He begged.
"Tank, it wasn't you, it was me, ok, and please just walk out here with your head held high, I wish you nothing but the best," Mercedes answered.
"Was it him?" Tank asked angrily.
"Him who," Mercedes asked again.'
"Him, this bitch beside you,"
Sam immediately stood in front of Mercedes and Jane, "Step the fuck back, now Mercedes asked you nicely to leave, you need to do that." Tank looked at the man and realized this wasn't the fight that he wanted at the moment.
"Fine," He hissed before walking away.
"Ok, um I am going to head home to Roderick, I'll talk to you guys later," Jane said as she walked to her car. Sam turned towards Mercedes and noticed that her head was hung low.
"Baby don't be upset about that, he is just an ass ok?" Sam coddled.
"Yeah, you are right I am going to um go home, I have some work I need to before we have to get on another plane for the next stop of the promotional tour." She whispered, and then she walked to her car. In an instant Mercedes could tell that it was not just what Tank had done to make her upset it was something much deeper lying beneath the bubbly exterior she tried to put up. Then he thought about what she told him on the plane to New York, about her ex Shane. He probably did something to her to make her feel so withdrawn and defenseless. However, he was just jumping to conclusions and he would never know for sure unless she opened it up to him, but until then he would just have to keep his thoughts to himself.
When Mercedes arrived back at her penthouse she felt a panic attack coming on. She slid down her door and tried to focus on her breathing, but everything seemed loud. Everything felt wrong. She couldn't focus. She was thinking about what happened with Tank, she was thinking about what happened with Shane. She promised herself she had blocked out all of those bad memories, but they always came back in full force, before she could stop them. She lay on the floor and cried while wrapping her arms around herself. Then her breathing grew ragged as one painful memory came back in particular.
"You sounded like pure shit tonight," Shane growled at her as he drank from the liquor bottle and stuffed his mouth with the pasta Mercedes had made. Mercedes stood on the other side of the island weary of the night. She had performed for the AMAs tonight and Tank was giving her his normal drunk criticism. Belittling her to make her feel worthless.
"I tried my best," Mercedes whispered.
"Well, bitch your best was not good enough!' Shane yelled, causing Mercedes to press herself into the fridge.
"I'm sorry," Mercedes said willing for the tears to stay at bay.
"You think you are some hot-shit diva, but you are nothing. Do you hear me?!" Shane yelled. When Mercedes didn't answer Shane pushed the plate away and made a beeline for Mercedes pinning her between the fridge.
"Do. You. Fucking. Hear. Me." Shane hissed.
"Yes, I am sorry," Mercedes said. Shane gave her one final look of disgust before chugging some more of the liquor from the bottle before chucking it across the room causing the glass to shatter everywhere.
When the memory ended Mercedes held herself up and willed herself to go get some water. She grabbed a glass and poured the water into it and drank it like she hadn't had anything to drink in years. She felt herself slowly going back to her normal self. When she was sure that she could walk to her bedroom without falling she walked to the room. She pulled out her suitcase and started packing. Then she came across her anxiety medication. The medication had been prescribed to her by her therapist that she had graduated from seeing, she hadn't needed to take it in years. They were for Shane anyways he forced her to take them from the doctor even though she wanted to manage her anxiety the natural way. He made her get the pills for him, another way for him to get the fix he threw the pills away and continued packing before another memory could resurface back to her brain. When she finished she instructed her driver to come back to the penthouse and then drive them to the airport.
When Mercedes arrived at the plane she grabbed her things and got on. She was thankful that she had beat Sam there so she asked for a glass of white wine. When the lady returned with the glass that is when Sam had made it onto the plane, and he took his seat in front of her.
"Last time we were on a plane, we were just friends, this time we are courting," Sam commented.
"Huh, what a difference," Mercedes replied as she took a sip of the wine.
"Are you ok?" questioned Sam.
"Yeah, I am fine," answered Mercedes.
"Ok, I won't press you on the subject, just know I am here for you ok," Sam said.
"I know Sam." Mercedes replied. Then the plane took off and they were in the sky for the next press interview. The press for the movie was going great and people were predicting that it would be the movie of the season which made everyone happy because they would receive bonuses. So the more press they did for the movie, the more money they would receive.
"You know the sex scene in the movie was very right hot right?" Sam told Mercedes.
Mercedes answered, "I hope it was considering you had to make us do more than the necessary takes."
"Oh Ms. Jones it was very hot, sensual, and beautiful, I am proud of the art we created," Sam replied as he looked Mercedes up and down from head to toe.
"Hmm, that's good Sam," Mercedes said as she headed to the bathroom. Sam waited about ten seconds before he followed her into the restroom. He slipped into the room as Mercedes was about to exit. Without saying a word he picked Mercedes up and placed her on the sink and he gave her the hottest kiss known to man. Mercedes wrapped her legs around Sam's waist and her arms around his neck. Sam then started attacking Mercedes neck biting and sucking on the hot skin.
"Shit Sam," Mercedes whimpered.
"You taste so good baby," Sam answered. Sam bit on Mercedes's shoulder causing her to gasp. And then she took her hands and snaked them down to his pants and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his monster length out his boxers, causing Sam to let out a harsh breath.
"Cedes what are you doing." He said.
"Shhh, let me do my job," Mercedes whispered into his ear. She took his length and rubbed her small hands up and down on his shaft tightening her grip. She rubbed her thumb over the head.
"I can't wait till your inside of me," Mercedes whispered into his ear as she sucked on his neck. She kept working her fingers around Sam before he came all over her hands. Sam breathed out heavily, and Mercedes attacked his lips before pulling away gently. She hopped down from the sink and washed her hands, then she left the bathroom.
"That woman is going to be the death of me," Sam said as he fixed himself.