Enjoy! I have two weddings back to back so bare with me as this will be a long weekend for me!
Chapter 12
Waldorf Astoria
Suite 4308
I wasn't entirely positive my plan was going to be ideal especially since I know Mark and how he had very controlling tendencies but the more I sat and thought about all the times he'd act weird about certain things the more everything became more clear.
The fucker was cheating on me and I don't mean past tense, he was currently still cheating.
My plan was simple and admittedly revenge driven but I was going to play his game and beat him at it. Sure I wasn't one for letting things linger or not speaking my mind but I couldn't think of a more perfect time to move in silence.
I would stay at the Waldorf and if I knew Mark as well as I assumed he would find a reason to show up. Just not to my suite, Sam said this was mine for the next month and I would use it to my advantage.
I needed to eat.
Anger and scheming always made me hungry, dinner would be soon but I needed to talk to Sam first I got up and walked to his room, knocking on the door.
He opened it and I couldn't help raising my eyebrow when I saw him.
"Mercedes, are you okay?" He asked.
"I want to discuss something with you." I said and he nodded before moving aside and letting me in.
"It's not a great plan but I want Mark to fucking suffer and I know this is going to sound like I'm using you but I want you to help me do it." I blurted out as soon as I sat on his bed.
Sam shot me a look before slowly nodding. "Have you eaten anything since we had breakfast?"
Did he not hear anything I said?
"Sam I-" I started but he stilled me with a single look.
He walked over to where I was sitting and kneeled down in front of me. "You need to give yourself more than an hour to process what I told you, you have so much fire in your eyes and are probably running on fumes." He said tenderly and I felt my anger diminishing.
I shook my head. "No, I haven't eaten." He nodded before the room phone rang.
He reached over and grabbed it before holding up a finger to answer it.
"Evans."
"There's a Blaine Anderson here for your guest in suite 4308."
He looked at me before placing his hand over the receiver. "Blaine Anderson is here for you."
"I asked him to bring me some clothes…"
The corners of his mouth twitched and he raised his eyebrow before nodding. "Send him to my suite." He said before hanging up.
"So you decided to stay?" He asked and I could hear the amusement in his voice.
"I've decided to give myself time to think and since we're working together…" I started but stopped when he smirked.
"It's okay to say you're staying because you want to, you know?"
"I want to be here, yes but I also need to be here… to be away from him. I need time to wrap my head around things… I asked him and he lied to me." I said as there was a knock on the door.
"Can you trust your friend?" He asked and I nodded before he went and opened the door.
I saw Blaine's face when Sam opened the door and chuckled because I knew what was going through his mind.
Sam was in a towel, fresh from a shower based on the subtle soap smell that came from him.
"Good to see you again Mr. Anderson." Sam said before letting him inside. "I'm going to get dressed for dinner." He added before excusing himself.
I waited until I heard the door close to the bathroom before making eye contact with Blaine.
"What in the actual hell fire?" Blaine asked, putting the garment bags down.
"We weren't having sex, I was telling him I was going to stay… Did he call you?"
Blaine looked towards the bathroom before nodding. "He asked if I could call you and ask you what was wrong, he said you were acting strange."
I rolled my eyes.
"Typical. Did he say anything else?"
Blaine let out a sigh before shaking his head. "You sure you're up for this?" He asked and that was a loaded question.
"I can't believe I didn't see it…" I replied, shaking my head. "He was so damn convincing."
Blaine sat down beside me and gave me a look. "He chose his actions, you can't let him win or take away from you."
"B, I could've…" I started before looking at the door. "I could've moved on from here… I moved here because of him. I never wanted that fucking job at Jackson and Jackson."
"I know, why not take this chance to get everything you need done?" He suggested right as Sam walked out dressed in a simple black henley with a pair of dark gray slacks.
Anger also makes me extremely horny.
His hair was slicked back and I could smell his cologne, I had to force myself to look back at Blaine.
"Everything okay?" He asked, looking at the both of us.
We both nodded clearly ogling him and I'm almost certain Blaine drooled a little.
This man is fine.
Sam smiled before checking his watch. "Reservation's in fifteen, you're more than welcome to join us Mr. Anderson."
"Oh, I'm not dressed for a formal dinner." Blaine replied and I looked at him confused because he was literally wearing a damn bow tie.
"Are you sure? It's not formal, a few of my friends will be joining us." Sam asked and Blaine shot me a look only I understood.
"Well, it seems this is a double date and I'd hate to be a fifth wheel so I'll rain check." Blaine replied standing and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Call me later."
"I'll let myself out." He added before winking at me then walking out.
Sam looked at me with an unreadable expression. "You can skip dinner if you want but I would like you to come… I realized I dropped a pretty big bomb on you."
Why didn't I meet him first?
"I just need to get dressed." I said standing then looking through the garment bags before shaking my head. "I swear Blaine thinks I'm his doll sometimes." I joked.
He looked at me before grabbing his cell and calling someone.
"Hey man, raincheck but feel free to treat Q on me, okay?" He said before muttering something else and hanging up.
"You didn't need to do that." I said and he just gave me a look before grabbing the garment bags and hanging them in the closet before taking his watch off and placing it on the vanity.
"I know but you need some alone time." He said holding his hand out to me.
I grabbed it and he helped me up before walking me over to the bathroom.
He gave me a half smile before tugging on the tie of my robe. "Shower or bath?" He asked and I felt a surge of something crash throughout my body.
He was taking care of me and he barely knew me.
I assume. Maybe he's just kind?
He moved closer looking at me before gently caressing my cheek. "I can run you a hot bath or a hot shower." He said and I realized it had been a few moments.
"A shower is fine." I said but my voice didn't sound as strong as it did before.
Stupid emotions.
I didn't want to feel hurt. I didn't want to have this break me but I could feel my throat getting dry and tears practically trying to claw their way out of my eyes.
"Never cry in front of a man."
My mother would always tell me this when she would sneak in my room to cry about something my father did.
They were… complex. Let's not fall down that rabbit hole.
I watched as he turned the shower on and even let him take my robe and clothes off of me.
"If you need to cry, cry. If you want to scream, scream… I won't judge you. Dinner will be brought up here, I'll order some of everything." He said before walking out of the bathroom.
I stood there for a moment before the levee broke.
It hurt. Fuck it hurt.
I allowed myself to love him, I had loved him since high school but he still managed to cheat on me.
I also felt guilty.
Here I was pissed at Mark for cheating and I did the same thing. I slept with Sam more than once… unprotected and now he was taking care of me.
Talk about a conundrum.
I stepped in the shower and let the hot water hit my skin. Tears fell without my permission, he was right. I needed more time to think about things but what I really wanted was-
"Food will be here in fifteen, mind if I join?" He asked.
I looked over at him and noticed he was undressed before I nodded.
"Sure." I said and watched him step inside.
I'm not sure why but I kept my back to him and for a few moments we just stood underneath the water.
I closed my eyes and sighed. "I-" I started before feeling his arms wrap around me.
It wasn't sexual. God, I could handle if it were sexual.
He was holding me.
Fuck!
Waldorf Astoria
Suite 1409
"What do you mean you can't tell me if you've seen this person?" I asked, rubbing my temples.
"Sir, it's company policy. We can not disclose who our guest may or may not be." The receptionist said.
I was tired of speaking with her.
"Go get a supervisor or someone more competent than you." I demanded.
"I sure will." She replied before walking away.
You would think she knew to show respect for someone like me.
"Hello, I'm the manager, how can I assist you?" A tall gentleman asked.
"Can you tell me if a Mercedes Jones is staying in the hotel? She would be with the Jackson and Jackson company."
"I'm sorry but due to company-"
"FUCK COMPANY POLICY!" I shouted. "My fiance is here and I'm trying to surprise her, so do you or do you not have a Mercedes Jones staying here?" I demanded.
He quirked his eyebrow at me before turning to the woman and asking her to go into the back.
"Now, sir as my associate and I have stated, it is against company policy to disclose who is utilizing our wonderful establishment."
Incompetent assholes.
"Do you know who I am?" I asked angrily.
He gave me a small smile. "Sir, with all do respect, you are not our biggest client nor have we ever heard of a… Mark Dallas but even if we did, you would still receive the same treatment as our other guest."
He won't have a job by the end of the night.
"Is my fiance here or not?" I asked again.
"Sir, if you wish to continue your stay with us, I suggest you contact her yourself otherwise I will have to cancel your stay and have you removed."
I slammed my hand on the desk out of anger before storming away.
"Fucking asshole, thinks he can talk to me any kind of way? Well, I'll show him. I have connections all around this damn state." I muttered to myself before pulling out my phone and dialing Mercedes.
It rung ten times before the voicemail prompt started.
I called again, surely she would know to answer when I called. She always answered.
No answer.
I sent a text and headed towards the elevator, she had to be on my floor.
My phone dinged right as I reached the elevator and I smirked because I knew my girl wouldn't keep me waiting on a response.
Stop sending me flowers!
Fuck. It wasn't her…
I decided to ignore that text for now, I'd have to deal with that later. I needed to find Mercedes first but I had a feeling she wasn't even at this Waldorf.
Maybe I should check her location. Nifty little things, trackers. Admittedly she had shared her location with me this morning but it only lasted for a few hours. I wanted to know where she was at all times so… I had a little sensor installed in her car.
Her and that best friend of hers were always gallivanting and going off on mini day trips.
I had needs and as her fiance I should be first.
Mark fucking delusional! Yes I left Sam and Mercedes on a cliffhanger buttttt that's because we're entering longer chapters now because it's about to get INTENSE!
