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Hours of ravaging each other to the point of pure soreness and bliss Sam and Mercedes lay in his bed while Michael's Buble rendition of Me and Mrs. Jones played in the background. Mercedes had her head on his bare chest as he stroked her back lovingly. They looked like the perfect couple as the candles served as dim lighting in the room, and the perfect backdrop was Sam's windows showing the night sky. It basked the two in their nudeness creating the perfect art piece that anyone would love to have hanging up on their wall.
"When I was thirteen I began my passion for music, collecting records anything I could possibly get my hands, I listened to them, studied them, I became a part of them. Then I started getting into the behind-the-scenes of music how one giant company can control one person, and I told myself that is what I wanted to do. So I did it." Mercedes said.
"Well, you are damn good at your job, have you always had the big building though?" Sam responded.
"No, in the beginning, I had myself a small building with three cubicles, from there I found underground artists paid for their studio time, gave them the best choices for outfits with the small budget I had, I put them on billboards, and in return, they won Grammy's which gave me more money, and much more resources than I initially." Mercedes talked.
"So if Michael was your client what would you have him do?" Sam questioned.
"You want to know how I would handle Michael Buble as my client," talked Mercedes.
"I do,"
"Well the man has a voice that makes all the ladies want to have sex with him, so there is nothing there I have to worry about. I would have him do more songs of his own than his covers, yes they are great and wonderful covers but I believe he has a story to tell, with the release of his new album I would send him on tour, and from then on he would spend his time on the road singing and performing. After that he could have some time off but not too much because people tend to forget who you are when you aren't in their faces for long periods of time." explained Mercedes.
"Hmm, you are a genius," Sam said as he kissed Mercedes's forehead.
"I try to be, what time is it?"
"3:30 in the morning, which means I am going to be generous and let you leave at 9:45," Sam said as he rolled over on top of Mercedes.
"You might as well let me leave at midnight then,"
"Is that an option?"
"No," Mercedes laughed as he kissed her on her bare shoulder. Sam looked at her and Mercedes did the same and reached up and pulled Sam down for a kiss.
"How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?" Sam questioned.
"By being the security guard at an upscale engagement party, and by having the guts to talk to the most successful woman in the room at the bar," Mercedes answered.
"Yeah, that did happen huh." Sam leaned down and kissed Mercedes again and nipped at her neck. He was lowering his body and kissing her soft and supple tummy when his phone started ringing.
"Your phone," Mercedes gasped out as she grabbed Sam's shoulders.
"Ignore it," Sam replied as he got to his desired section of Mercedes's body. He was about to go in for the kill but his phone kept ringing. He sighed out in frustration and lifted up and grabbed his phone and answered it and gave Mercedes an apologetic look.
"What Puck," Sam said.
"Ouch now is that any way of talking to your best friend for over ten years," talked Puck.
"At this moment in time yes," Sam said. Mercedes never the one to be timid reached up caressed Sam's chest and he raised his eyebrows at her as she leaned up towards him and got on her knees and started kissing his neck.
"Eh whatever well I called you to let you know that I won't be at work today, so you will be tending to the Grammy's all on your lonesome, actually not at your lonesome but with butterfingers Finn," Puck replied. Sam was having a hard time focusing on the conversation as Mercedes started nibbling Sam's skin and rubbing her fingertips up and down on his back.
"How did you get out of the Grammy's?"
"Quinn miraculously got off of her hospital feet and well I decided to follow her lead, so you will be dealing with the Grammy's by yourself,"
"Hang up the phone Sam," Mercedes whispered.
"Puck I'll talk to you later," Sam rushed out as he threw the phone on the floor and then continued to give Mercedes and himself exactly what they wanted
When Mercedes arrived at her office Kurt and Rachel were both sitting down and waiting for her expectantly.
"Can I help you two?" She questioned.
"Today is the meeting with Lex Jeggs," Rachel began.
"And I have your outfit ready for your date after your security guard gave me the details of where you two will be going just a few hours ago." Kurt finished.
"Rachel sign him but he is your responsibility. I had the tech team run a thorough background check on him and so far I haven't found anything I disliked, and I listened to him during my free time and he is damn- near perfect so sign him. Kurt when did Sam give you many details about the date tonight. Rachel you are dismissed," Mercedes answered. Rachel left the office leaving Kurt and Mercedes as Mercedes started working.
"Look I don't know how he found my information and quite frankly I don't care but I got the information I needed so you will be wearing a lovely pair of jeans with a lovely haute couture button-down," Kurt replied.
"That's so basic,"
"Honey just trust me, also I need you to be ready for hair and makeup by 5:00 so do whatever work that you need because after that you are going straight to the Grammy's."
"Alright, is there anything else you need to speak with me about?"
"It's about your ex-husband,"
"What about him Kurt,"
"I did a little digging after our first encounter and I found out that the money that you gave him he spent it all on his fiancee. I am talking he bought her bags, clothes, shoes, hell stuff that is in a different tax bracket. He even bought them a condo where the rent is $4,500 per month and that doesn't even include utilities in bills. He has blown all the money and that is why he keeps on trying to get a check off of you because he knows that he can't support a child and his high maintenance girlfriend." Kurt explained. He placed down a file folder in Mercedes's hand and looked through it and everything seemed legit.
"Oh my God, Kurt thank you," Mercedes said.
"Your welcome, now use it in court and drag his ass," Kurt replied then he left the office.
Sam was at work running through the safety protocols of the Grammy's he was going to be handling paparazzi during the red carpet and then he was going to man the doors during the actual award ceremony. He was on cloud nine after his time with Mercedes and he was even more excited to know that she was going to be walking the event and he was most likely going to have some trouble keeping to himself but he would manage.
"So Sam, Finn, James, and Karter you four have paparazzi for the red carpet, I need you guys to keep the photographers at bay because they can become a little rowdy and unsettled to get pictures if someone is threatening to pass the stand you tell them two times to step back or they can be escorted out. And if for some reason they cross the stands charge and escort them out of the arena and then the outside security will take it from there so you guys can get back to your posts. When it comes to the award show all of you will be assigned at certain posts just to be sure no celebrity loses their shit after everything is over you all conduct one final security check and then you guys will be on your way. Alright break out for lunch and then get dressed and then we'll be ready to go." The boss talked. Sam grabbed his things and headed to his truck and placed his things in the passenger seat before fishing out his phone and calling Mercedes.
"Hi Sam," Mercedes said.
"Hi baby, so I have some time to kill for lunch so I was wondering if I could stop by and have lunch with you," Sam replied.
"Hmm, last time we had lunch we didn't get to eat a whole bunch," Mercedes replied.
"Oh no I ate great, last time, so what do you say, I can pick up whatever you want,"
"Fine, you can come but we have to actually eat this time, and I want a salad."
"Yes, ma'am, and I will see you later." Sam hung up the phone and headed on the road to a little cafe. He walked in and ordered for him and Mercedes and sat at a stool and played with his phone. Then he heard someone say Mercedes's name.
"Baby, Mercedes won't give us any more money ok. I tried but she isn't budging and she won't, look we are just both going to have to find work ok, maybe you can get endorsement deals, and then I can work something sports-related I still have some friends who are willing to cut me some slack." Jalen said on the phone.
"Look, we were even lucky that she gave us the 1.3 million," Jalen replied.
"You know what fine I'll see what I can do," Jalen huffed, before he could leave Sam stepped to him.
"Leave Mercedes alone," Sam said calmly.
"Huh,"
"I didn't stutter you are going to leave her alone,"
"And what happens if I don't."
"Jalen you were the falcons running back until you took a bad hit from an outside linebacker named Darrell who plays for the Saints. You went through rehab and in the midst of it all, you cheated on Mercedes and got the woman pregnant. Mercedes paid you back your investment in the company and now because you have the money you think you are going to use any scheme you can think of and push it on the women to try and see if you can even get a dime from the woman. But see no Mercedes is too smart for that she isn't going o give you a thing because you don't deserve it. So let's be clear, I know how to torture and demolish the human body without leaving any form of evidence, I can find where you live, I can track your routines down to the tee if I need to so every time you leave your house you will always be looking over your shoulder because you will stop and wonder if I am there. So you are going to leave Mercedes alone, and if I find out that you have snuck your ass back into her life for any reason then trust me I will make damn good on my promises."
"Order for Sam," The waitress said.
"Excuse me but I need to get lunch for Mercedes and me," Sam said, he walked past Jalen and grabbed his food from the nice lady, and then walked back over to Jalen.
"Word of advice get an actual job," Sam said before he left the restaurant.
Sam made it to Mercedes building and as normal he slipped through the elevators and headed to her floor. He greeted her assistant and then walked into her office where she was typing away.
"So I can either take away the laptop or you can put it away," Sam said.
"I'm just finishing up an email, and now I can have lunch," Mercedes replied as she placed the laptop away and grabbed her salad from Sam.
"So are you excited to be walking the red carpet tonight?" questioned Sam.
"You've walked one and you've walked them all, I am excited for the dress I get to wear,"
"Do I get a little sneak peek of said dress?"
"Nope, you get to see it the same time the rest of the world sees it, but since you are one of the security guards I guess I can give you a private show later on in the night."
"Why wait,"
"No Sam, you have to wait, so tell me where do they have you posted about for the ceremony,"
"I have to handle the red carpet paparazzi, and then I have to do security stations during the award portion,"
"Hmm, so what I am hearing is that we get to be in the same vicinity of each other,"
"That is exactly what you are hearing Ms. Jones." Sam and Mercedes continued their lunch date until it was time for Sam to go and at the same time, he left Mercedes had to prepare for the night. So she had hair and makeup come to her office and doll her up. Then she slipped into the green dress that Kurt picked out and then she was on her way into the night.
She arrived on the red carpet and started posing for the cameras and giving them a full view of her dress and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam standing at his post. She was about to make her way over to her but a reporter came and asked her a few questions. She answered them flawlessly and then made her way past Sam and as she passed him she rubbed his back and kept walking as nothing happened.
Sam smiled a tad bit when he felt Mercedes's hand on her back and then he caught her dress and he thought he was going to have to take her right then and there. However, he kept it professional considering they both didn't need huge scandals on them right now. So he did his job and kept the photographers at bay until it was time to go for the awards. Once he made it in and he was at his post for fifteen minutes he received a message from Mercedes. He looked at the text message and smiled as it read, "Meet me in the bathroom." He looked up and noticed Mercedes gracefully exiting the massive room, he signaled for a security check and left and followed her. Mercedes walked ahead and forward as Sam trailed behind her, he picked up his pace and when he was behind her he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the closed-off bathroom. Once he shut the door he pounced on her and had her pinned against the wall.
"You look so sexy," Sam breathed out as he reached his hands under Mercedes's dress.
"Mmm, you don't look too bad yourself," Mercedes replied as Sam started kissing her neck. He whipped her around and felt her up as they both let out a deep moan. Mercedes toyed with Sam's belt buckle and Sam removed Mercedes underwear.
"Hello, is someone in there," A patron asked. Sam was so close to being deep inside of Mercedes yet here they were with a patron separating them.
"Find another bathroom" Sam growled. The patron scurried away and Mercedes started giggling.
"I am glad this is funny to you," Sam said.
"It is actually," Mercedes said.
Sam looked at her before resuming his previous activities, "How about I turn that little laugh of yours into a moan," Sam replied and he did just that. He had Mercedes moaning and groaning under him until he knew they were both satisfied. He let Mercedes leave first and then he waited ten seconds after she left to head back to his post. Sam could not wait until his date with Mercedes tomorrow.
The Grammy's went off without any problems which were great for everyone. Since Sam had to do the security check he left later than Mercedes and he was about to head out to his truck, then a limo pulled up to him and the window rolled down revealing Mercedes.
"Do you know if Sam Evans needs a ride?" She asked coyly.
"That depends on where this ride takes him," Sam replied.
"Well, I was hoping that Sam Evans and I could go back to his home, and have so much fun that we are up in the wee hours of the morning,"
"I think Sam Evans would love to take you up on that offer," Sam slide his head through the window and gave Mercedes a kiss before hopping the car and pulling her towards him. He sat her on his lap and cuddled with her as the driver took him to his place. When they arrived Mercedes slipped out of her dress and grabbed one of Sam's button-down as he took off his suit and poured them some wine.
"I ran into your ex today," Sam began and he saw Mercedes visibly stiffen.
"How?"
"He was at the same place I picked up our lunch, and he was talking to someone I think the woman he is in a relationship with and he was arguing about whether or not they should start to extort more money from you. However, I fixed it." Sam replied as he leaned against the kitchen counter and Mercedes paced around the apartment.
"How did you fix it Sam?"
"I told him to leave you alone or there were going to be consequences."
"Ugh, Sam I can handle him I didn't you need to do that," Mercedes said her tone tight.
"I don't understand why you are frustrated when I told you that when it comes to me I am in control."
"Sam when it comes to my ex-husband, I have to be the one to handle it. I have to be in control, I can't lose control with him. I have to be in control because the last time I wasn't I was watching my husband ask for a divorce while his new girl was by his side."
"I was helping,"
"Sam I don't need you to help me,"
"And I wasn't asking for permission I am telling you that you don't have to always have the weight of the fucking world on your shoulders. You don't have to be strong all the time so all this pacing you are doing and everything and over-calculating is not going to work. I handled it, so let's just enjoy our night ok." When Mercedes didn't answer and she kept on pacing Sam placed his glass down and walked over to her and wrapped her up in his arms.
"I just, I've never had anyone to actually help," Mercedes said.
"Well, let me help Mercedes don't shut me out," Sam whispered. Mercedes nodded her head and leaned into Sam's touching hoping that she could let him in.