Hey there my babies how we doing? I hope everyone is having a fantastic week, it's almost the weekend for those who don't work on the weekends but for the ones that do I'm so sorry but anyway
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It took her a few more minutes to realise that Sam has been in the bathroom for a long time. She got up from the bed and walked naked to the door that she assumed leads to the bathroom. She opened it. It opened out to a luxurious gold and marble bathroom complete with a claw-footed tub. She peeked into the shower stall and it was empty.
Where did he go? Did he walk out of her room naked to go back to his room? The bathroom opens up to a walk-in wardrobe on the side which is larger than her old bedroom. She marveled at the rows of empty shelves waiting for her to fill.At the end of the spacious wardrobe, there was another door:. She wondered where it would lead to.
She removed a pink silk robe hanging in the closet and pulled it on. It fitted her perfectly. There was also a pair of matching pink bedroom slippers. She slid it on and padded to the mysterious door and opened it tentatively. It opened up to another wardrobe. But this wardrobe is full of clothes. Men's clothes.There were rows of suits and shirts. On another side, there were shelves of polished leather shoes. There was a glass island cabinet showcasing drawers full of luxurious watches, ties and cuff links.
This must be Sam's wardrobe, she thought. She walked past the rows of clothes to emerge at another bathroom, one similar to hers.There, Sam stood in the shower stall, water sluicing over his lean, muscled body.
His back was to her so he was oblivious to her presence. His muscles rippled at his every move as he lathered the soap and rubbed it all over his body. Her pulse quickened and desire skipped down her veins before settling down between her legs. Pulsing. She dropped her robe and kicked off the slippers. She will surprise him in the shower this time, just like what he did to her previously.
She almost tiptoed to the shower although the sound of the water already masked her steps as she walked to him. She carefully opened the glass door and slid in. He was washing his hair this time, both hands up and scrubbing his scalp.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, pushing her breasts against his back and one grasped his soft member which unfurled in her hands almost immediately. He gave a slight start before lowering his hands and holding on to her arms. She held on tightly to his hardening erection and continued to caressed him while simultaneously rubbing her titties against his back.
" I was lonely without you," she said and kissed his back. He groaned in response. He was now rock hard under her hands. He tried to make her release him so he could turn around but she would not have it.
"My turn to play" she said. She cupped his balls with another hand and played with it as the other hand continued to slide up and down his long hard member. He rinsed off his hair and turn off the shower, Then he reached back and pulled her close to him squashing her against his back, pushing on her butt so that her crotch rubbed against his butt. Somehow, he managed to slide his hand between them and slid a couple fingers into her moistening centre.
She gasped and tightened her grip around him, quickening her pace. He groaned in reply. He rubbed a thumb over her pulsing bud and her legs almost buckled under her.
Sensing her weakening, he pulled off her hands and turned around. His eyes were stormy and almost black in desire as he lowered his head and snagged her lips in his.
He pulled her close to him, bent and positioned himself at her opening, then as he pushed into her, he slid his hands under her and pulled her legs around his waist, thrusting deep inside her.
They both let out deep moans, their tongues mimicking their lower body, duelling and thrusting. He balanced her back against the wall and started thrusting rhythmically into her."l just can't get enough of you." he groaned into her mouth, his hands grasping at her hips hard, his hips grinding into her again and again.
His large erection filled her whole being, sensations flooding her every extremities. She was both so horny and filled with need for him. Despite him pounding into her, filling her every inch, doing so deep that he's almost touching her womb, groaning gutturally against her lips, she still needed him so badly.
She wrapped her hands around him tightly and tightened her legs around him,taking every thrust he pushed into he. She wanted him so much. She never want to let him go. She never want him to withdraw. She wants him inside her till they both cum so hard that their world explode.
They rode the waves of pleasure together that way, him thrusting deep into her, she gyrating her hips against his, both groaning and kissing. It was not long before she felt herself falling over the edge, bucking against him, screaming out his name, dragging her fingers down his back in ecstasy. He soon followed, once again emptying inside her, burying his face in her neck, sucking on her soft sensitive flesh and biting it.
Spent, he stood there, holding her close to him.Their pulses slowing down, their bodies still joined, slick with water and perspiration. She could feel him softening inside her before he slowly withdraw and let her down. Her legs almost gave out under her if he had not still been holding her.
Her legs were like jelly. She held onto him. He smiled down at her and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Lets get you cleaned up, it's almost time for dinner" he said. He reached out and turned on the shower. He began lathering her up, gently caressing her skin and her scalp. She luxuriated in the feel of his hands softly smoothing over her skin and leaned against him.
She returned the favour and lathered the hard planes of his body, feeling a thrill of desire as she caressed every surface of his body, his muscles rippling underneath her soft hands. She definitely could get used to living with this man and taking showers with him.
After they both rinsed off, she dried off with one of the thick luxurious towels, picked up her robe and slide back into the bedroom slippers. Sam dried off with another towel and walked naked into his wardrobe. He selected a casual sweater and jeans from the shelves.
She has never seen him in jeans before. He looked just as delicious in jeans and sweater as in his expensive suits, she thought, appreciating the view before her. Catching her eyes on him, he lifted an eyebrow.
"Enjoying the view?"
She blushed despite herself and averted her eyes. Instead, she marvelled at his rows of clothes, again.
"You sure do have a lot of clothes...and jewelry" she said and gestured to the drawerful of cuff links and tie pins.
He chuckled.A deep warm throaty sound that send tingles down her spine. He walked to her and gathered her in his arms A soft, warm, caressing hug. Then he released her much to her dismay. "You can fill yours with all the clothes and jewelry you like, my treat," he said. He pulled her towards the door leading to her wardrobe.
She followed him weakly. "My clothes are still back in my place. Looks like I have to put on what I wore earlier." she said ruefully.
They walked into her empty wardrobe. Sam frowned at the empty shelves. "That's not right. Your things should've arrived by now" he said, sounding annoyed.
He strode into her room and picked up his cell phone from the bedside table. She leave him to his phone and angry tapping while she picked up her clothes that were strewn all over the floor. She might as well get dressed first, she thought.
Just as she pulled on her underwear, Sam's hands covered hers to stop her.
"Wait, they are coming up with your things," he told her."They didn't bring it up earlier because you were still asleep"
True to his words, there was a soft knock on her door and two young brunette women, carrying some of Mercedes's luggages, entered.
"We are so sorry Mr Evans, we will unpack her things right now." one of them said.
They gave her a curious glance before averting their gazes and hurried to her wardrobe. She was against those poor girls must be terrified of Sam's temper.
"Sam, I can unpack my own things, just dismiss them, I need to dress anyway" she told him and tried to head to the wardrobe.
He frowned in reply."Let them do it, they'll be done in a while, they can help you dress too" he said flippantly.
She was appalled. She is not some royalty with handmaidens to dress her. Sure, it is almost like marrying into royalty what with Sam's huge fortune, yet, it is just too weird. She shook her head and scowled at Sam.
"No way. l have hands and can dress myself perfectly well. I have been doing that all my life and that isn't about to stop." she said indignantly.
He chuckled again at her reaction.The sound like silky hot chocolate, warm and comforting.
"Come," he took her hands and pulled her towards the balcony. It was twilight.The skies a gorgeous orange hue. She realised they had spent the rest of the afternoon in bed.
They stood together admiring the view in the cold crisp air. Being so high up, they could barely hear the bustling city below. It was almost peaceful. She shivered and he pulled her into his warm embrace, her back to him and his arms circling around her. He rested his hands gently on her bump, he bent and kissed her nape.
"l just want you to know that you will not want of anything when you are with me and our child will have everything they want," he said.
"Of course the city is no place to raise a child so just before the baby comes, you will have to move to my house in the suburbs" he added. He raised a hand to shush her when she opened her mouth to speak.
"Let me finish. I have to stay in the city, I have a business to run. It will not be far, we will still see each other regularly and I intend to be present for my child at all times" he said.
She supposed she will have to accept that. She plans to apply for a two-year maternity leave once the baby comes.After that, she will have to figure out the traveling for work. Perhaps, she could ask Mr Schue to consider letting her work from home. She wants to be the one to raise her child and not leave them to nannies even though Sam could afford it.
"So, do you agree to that?" he asked. She nodded. There are still another six months before the baby comes.
The skies were a brilliant blue dotted with puffy cotton ball clouds.The gentle waves lapped the beach behind them.The sea was a shining emerald, translucent and gleaming. A warm tropical breeze stirred the air.
Sam gazed into her eyes."With this ring, I promise to love you, for better, for worse, with all my soul and heart, I will protect you and keep you safe, we will be together forever and never ever part," he said and slid the wedding ring onto her finger.
Tears of joy and happiness streamed down her cheeks. His eyes were gleaming with love and adoration. She reached up to hug him. But he was gone. She turned around. The beach was empty.The blue skies have turned stormy.Angry grey clouds loomed.The waves that were gently lapping the beach began crashing violently onto the beach.
The sea was roiling, its calm emerald surface giving way to an inky blackness. Fear creeped in and grasped her heart. She began to run.
"Sam! Where are you?" she shouted as the wind picked up and started howling. It picked at her wedding gown and tore it into strips around her. She could barely keep her balance as she ran. Fear pounding in chest, tears continued to stream down her cheeks. It started raining, the rain drenching her, mixing with her tears.
"Sam!!" she shouted but her voice was swallowed by the winds and rain, her hands reaching out blindly. She could barely see in the storm. Her foot caught on something and she found herself falling.
She instinctively curled and held onto her stomach."Sam!!!" she whimpered and lay there curled into herself. But there was no response. She had lost him. She opened her eyes, her heart pounding, fear constricting her chest. Her cheeks were wet with tears. Her eyes were swollen from the crying. Disorientated, she couldn't recognise the room she was in. lt was pitch black.
For a moment, she thought there was something wrong with her eyes. She rubbed them a few times and still, she couldn't see anything.After a few moments, she began to make out deeper shadows of furniture around the room.
Then, she remembered. She is now staying at Sam condominium.This is her room. He had insisted that she sleeps in her own room so that she could have undisturbed sleep. She glanced at the empty space next to her. There was a slight indent on the pillow next to her.
She placed her hands on it. It was cool to the touch. They had made passionate love a few times before they finally fell asleep, entwined in each other's arms, last night. Sam must have gotten up sometime in the night and went back to his room. She was still naked underneath the bedcovers.
Wide awake now, she reached towards her bedside table to search for the side lamp. She switched it on and buttery warm light filled the room. Her heartbeat has slowed somewhat but remnants of the fear from the nightmare clung to her like spiderweb.
She got up and padded to the armchair where she found her neatly folded nightie on it. She remembered flinging it on the floor in a cloud of passion. One of the maids must have come in, picked it up, folded it and placed it there.
It couldn't be Sam. She blushed at the thought of one of the young maids coming in while they were both asleep, naked under the covers.What if they had walked in on them while they were still in the throes of passion? She shoved the thought away. Surely, his servants would know better than to walk into an engaged couple's bedroom at night.
Even though, technically, this was her room. But surely, they would know that Sam could be in her room or her in his room at night.
It would take getting used to having other people coming into her room like this. Maybe she could tell them not to enter her room without informing her. She pulled on her flimsy nightie. It was new Santana had insisted that she bought a whole new wardrobe to suit her expanding waistline.
While her range of new nighties were loose at the waist, most are lacy, low cut and almost see-through."We need to keep it sexy at night even though you're pregnant" Santana had said, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively.
She padded to her wardrobe, which lighted up automatically, where she found the silk robe and pulled it around her.The flimsy nightie did nothing to cover her up. She didn't want to sleep alone. She padded to the end of her wardrobe, opened the door and went into Sam bathroom. It was shrouded in silence.
She walked through his wardrobe and opened the door to his room. Just like her room, it was pitch black. It took her awhile to adjust to the darkness. She could make out the shape of a bed. She walked slowly towards it, her hands out to make sure she didn't bump into anything.
When she reached it, she sat on it and slowly climbed under the covers. She reached out to the other side of the bed and to her surprise, it was empty.
Gasping, she reached for the table lamp and switched it on.The room was empty.The bed looked untouched, except for the ruffles she made when she climbed on.The pillows were fluffed and there was no indent on both pillows. Sam did not come back to his room to sleep after all.
She wondered where he is. She looked at the tableside clock. It is 3am. Much too early for him to have gone to work. He was definitely not in hers or his bathroom. He was not in her room.
Maybe he's downstairs, getting a glass of water? She thought. But, why would he be downstairs for so long if he was getting a glass of water? She was sure he had left her room a while back. She contemplated going down to look for him but thought better of it.
Maybe she will wait for him here. She settled down on his bed. His room was nice and warm. His bed large, soft and comfortable. She didn't want to get down and brave the cold. lt would be cold at this time of the night. She snuggled into the pillows and caught a whiff of his musky scent. She felt comforted and safe.
She will just wait for him here. It felt like it was only a few minutes later when she woke up to his hands on her arms, gently shaking her awake."mercy, what are you doing here?" he was asking her, a steely tone to his voice.
She looked up at him blearily. Bright sunlight streaming in from the balcony, creating a halo of light around his silhouette. She couldn't make out his face in the shadows but the tone of his voice was obviously tinged with annoyance. It was obviously morning.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes. They were still slightly swollen from her crying in that nightmare. She looked at Sam. His blue eyes were cold and hard. His lips a thin line. He looked furious.
"I was waiting for you," she said.
"You have your own room. Why are you sleeping in my bed?" he asked. He released her arm and walked away, his back turned to her.
Why was he so angry that she slept in his bed? "But...I didn't want to be alone so I came here to sleep with you but you weren't here so waited for you and I must have fallen asleep." she said. She got up and pulled on her robe, wrapping it around her.
He turned to glare at her. She shivered under his cold gaze but refused to look away. She did not do anything wrong.
"I told you, I am not ready to share my room with you. That was why you have your own room.The connecting door was for me to go to you and not for you to come here" he said, enunciating out each word, quietly and coldly."Now. go back to your room and get dressed. Kurt and Blaine will be serving breakfast soon," he said and walked out of the room, closing door with a quiet decisive click behind him.
She winced. She would've preferred that he slammed the door. His cold demeanour was far more intimidating than if he went into a door-slamming rage.
She made her way back to her room, muttering to herself. It was not as if she was some stranger from the street. She's soon to be his wife, for gods sake.
Why was he so angry about her sleeping in his bed. What is he? One of the three bears from Goldilocks who didn't like someone sleeping in his bed? What is he, three years old? What, was he afraid she'd steal something from his room? Or that she'd mess up his room? He has maids to clean up for god sake.
It's not like she's a child and prone to creating messes in someone's room. She huffed angrily as she undressed and tooka quick shower. She continued muttering angrily to herself as she walked into her wardrobe and looked for clothes to dress.The two maids had unpacked her clothes, folded and hung it all neatly in her wardrobe.
The wardrobe looked cavernous with her sparse clothing in it. All of her clothes, old and new, barely filled half of it. She chose a cute form fitting short jade green maternity dress. It has a plunging neckline with a high waist. She looked great in it. Sexy even. Her bump was barely visible due to the flare of the dress.
She looked at her reflection.There were dark circles under her puffy eyes. She looked haggard and drawn. Far from a glowing pregnant mother. She put on some makeup to cover up the dark circles.Added some blusher for some colour to her cheeks, finally applying some tinted lipgloss. She tooka deep breath and made her way downstairs.
Downstairs, Sam was nowhere in sight. He was not in any of the living rooms. He was not at the breakfast nook nor the dining room. His servants were also no where to be found. She assumed Sam must have went off to work in a bad temper. She shrugged to herself.
'Fine.I have all day to myself, I'l just make the most out of it. Maybe I'll go see Jane for lunch, she thought to herself. She lounged in the comfortable sofa, ticking off plans in her head.
Presently, Kurt came in and with him, the scent of food.
"Where would you like to have your breakfast?" he asked her.
She looked at the huge dining area...it would be weird to eat there alone. Even the breakfast nook looks huge. She looked at the balcony, cheery sunlight streaming in. She might as well have breakfast with a view.
She gestured to the balcony. I would like breakfast with a view Kurt" she said. She got up and flung the glass doors open, letting in a cool breeze. She shivered in the sudden cold. It was still slightly chilly. She noticed a wool throw on the sofa, certain it was there as part of the decor.Well, it works as a warm shawl too, she thought and wrapped it around her before walking out to the balcony terrace.
She sat at one of the tables and admired the view. It sure is nice to be way up here with that gorgeous view. Blaine brought out stacks of crispy toasts, eggs and a glass of orange juice.
"Would you like some tea too" he asked her.
She nodded.While her doctor had said it is okay to drink coffee, she doesn't like it anymore. Her taste buds have definitely changed.
After breakfast, she took a tour of the whole condominium on her own. One of the maids, Janet, had wanted to follow along but she shooed her away.
The condominium was huge. She almost got lost exploring some of the rooms. There were at least five guest bedrooms. There was a library and an office that was obviously Sam's.There was also an entertainment room with state-of-the-art surround system and huge screen, like a mini theatre. Upstairs, there were only three rooms. Sam's, hers and another guest room, right next to Sam's room.The guest room was another luxurious room that looked like it was out of an interior decor magazine.
She wondered why he needed so many guest rooms. Finally, she picked up her cell phone and checked for messages. There were a few concerned texts from Mr Schue and at least 30 missed calls from "cheating bastard" and 10 missed calls from "cheating whore". She rolled her eyes.
She had blocked them on messages and social media and they had stopped trying to call her for a while.Why have they started calling her again? She will not return their calls. She's done and over with them anyway.
There was nothing from Sam. Not a single text. Not a single missed call. Nothing. He was obviously still angry. Fine, let him be chilishly angry about her sleeping in his bed, she huffed crossly. She will call Tana and vent.
Just as she was about to call Santana , her phone rang and she almost dropped it. It was an unknown number, She wondered if it was Sam calling from his office or one of his assistants made the call for him.
She answered it at the fourth ring.
"Cedes! Cedes, don't hang up! Please. Cedes. Please, give me a chance to explain, please," it was Puck the cheating bastard'.
"I have broken up with Sugar. Please, at the very least, see me for one last time" he pleaded. He sounded contrite and full of regrets."You have to admit that we spent 6 years together and we had a good time together. We were great together" he pleaded.
She softened. It was true. Except for the part where he cheated on her, they barely had any arguments and they had some happy times in the 6 years together since high school. He was her first love after all. She felt a twinge of sadness for what they had lost and what could have been. She placed a hand on the soft swell on her belly.
This could have been Puck's and they could've been preparing their wedding. She sighed,Maybe she will meet him fora short while and end their 6-year relationship on a good note."Okay, fine. I am off work today, where do you want to meet?" she relented.
Puck sounded relieved and happy. He named their usual hangout place, a cafe near her old apartment.They were supposed to meet in an hour. She agreed and hang up.
She went to get her long coat.The air was still chilly and her dress was not thick enough and quite short, it was just a few inches below her crotch, making her slim legs seem endlessly long. She decided to pull on some sheer black tights underneath.
She paired her outfit with flat mary janes. Her high heeled days are over for now. She couldn't risk tripping, not in her condition and she was prone to tripping whenever she was in heels.
She ordered an Uber once she left the condominium. She had asked one of the maids, Janet, to help her call for the elevator to leave the condominium.The portly doorman gave her a friendly smile when she left.
Puck stood up and waved the moment she entered the cafe. It was mid-morning and the cafe was quite deserted at this hour. He made to hug her but she deftly avoided him and sat across trom him.
"l ordered a coffee for you," he said, just as the server brought steaming cups of hot black coffee to them.
She fought her urge to gag at the aroma wafting from the cups. Her aversion to coffee was getting worse. She looked at Puck. He appeared haggard and unkempt. He was unshaved and his clothes, which were normally neatly pressed, were crumpled and untucked. He looked like he hasn't slept in months.
"Okay, I am here to listen but let me remind you, it was you who cheated on me, with my best friend no less, and I am only here because like you said, we do have a long history together" she told him.
He grabbed her hands and held onto them tightly, his eyes wild.
"Please, cedes, honey, give me a chance" he pleaded earnestly."l admit I was wrong.I don't feel anything for sugar. Honestly. You are the love of my life, I can't live without you.We can get married immediately. I have stopped seeing Bella. I have stopped seeing her from the day you walked out," he said.
She tried, unsuccessfully, to extricate her hands from his. He was holding on to her for dear life.As if she was his lifeline.
"Puck, we've been through this. You cheated on me and I find that unforgivable, I can't get back together with you," she said.
He opened his mouth to plead but his eyes widened suddenly. He stared down at their hands. The blue sapphire surrounded by diamonds on her ring finger glinted under the light. He snatched her hand up and squeezed it, brandishing it.
"What is this? We've broken up barely a few months ago. You've already met someone else? You're engaged???" He asked, his face flushed with anger.
"Are you sure youre not the one who cheated on me? Maybe you've been sleeping around behind my back you slut!" he shouted, spittle spraying from his mouth.
The few customers at the cafe turned and stared at them. She snatched her hands away from him and stood up in anger. How dare he accuse her of cheating when he was the one going around with Sugar behind her back?
"Look.You cheated on me so I left.And yes, I am engaged. I am getting married this weekend, so goodbye puck, have a nice life!" she said. She snatched up her handbag and started to leave but Puck will not have it.
He grabbed her arm, tightly and pulled her to him. "You slut! Acting all high and mighty! We together for 6 years and now after a few months, you are marrying some other man," he raised his hand to slap her but her reflex was faster.
She slapped him instead. He reeled from the shock and released her. He gaped at her in surprise.A few of the other customers in the cafe actually clapped and cheered for her. Ignoring them, she hurriedly walked out of the cafe.
She had to get away from him. She has never seen him lost his temper this way, there was no knowing what he will do next. She could hear him following suit.
"Wait, cedes! Wait!" he shouted, stopping to throw a few bills at the counter before giving chase.
She was almost running now. She didn't want another altercation with Puck. He has never been violent with her and today he had almost slapped her if she hadn't made the first move. He was bigger than her and if he caught up with her, he could hurt her badly. Her hands closed over her belly protectively. She needs to protect her baby from puck.
Soooooo... how do we feel
Everytime Mercedes thinks Sam is ready for love and Compassion he pulls back
That man was really made af because she fell asleep in his bed
Mercedes said what is he three lol
Yal might hate me these next few chapters Sam is going to piss yal off I'm going to say sorry right now
Puck ass (rolls my ass) like boy was you really bout to smack her tf
Please continue to review and let me know and please excuse any grammar errors I may have made. Until next time
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