OK, so I had an idea. If you the show Single Ladies it was on VH1, and then Centric, then BET before it got canceled. It had Stacey Dash, Lisa Raye Mccoy, and D.B Woodside. Well anyway in the third season Letoya Luckett played the character Felicia Price, this big shot, a shady, rude music executive who owned her own company. In the last episode of the third season, Felicia had a Lil fun with this security guard.;). So with that inspiration alone, I have decided to do my own spin with that scene and what could have happened with our beloved Sam and Mercedes. So if you want to see what I am talking about you can watch Single Ladies on BET+. Without further ado, enjoy lovebugs. ;).
I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR SINGLE LADIES
Mercedes was dragged to this engagement party by her friend and personal fashion designer Kurt. She loved Kurt and yes she needed to get out of her office but she needed to be working. She had two new clients who desperately needed studio time, a vet who needed to prepare for an upcoming award show, and she just agreed to do the fashion line with Kurt and his friend Jane who owned a boutique. Speaking of the boutique she needed to tell Kurt that she would agree to sign on as co-partner. She sat at the bar alone running through the list of things that she needed to do and scrolling through her phone when a yummy white security guard came over to her.
If Mercedes was being honest she was tired of being approached by a bunch of random men. A rapper came and gave her his mixtape which she promptly stepped on with her stiletto heel, a grandpa came over to her with an oxygen tank, and a man that had terrible hygiene came over to her. It was an engagement party for Christ Sakes, she had on her best dress, a red dress that had a see-through top, and her black red bottoms, if anything the men in here should be drooling over her. Hell even her new employee, Rachel who she hated but did good work, was getting hit on. So she took a long sip of her martini and prepared herself for the talk with the security guard.
When Sam saw that sexy woman in that red dress got hit on by grandpas and men with bad hygiene he knew she was something special in a way. She was also very upfront and he gathered that by the way, her stiletto crushed someone's CD. Her face stayed glued to her phone the whole night but every time he caught a glimpse he knew she was beautiful. He was lucky that his partner Puck was covering for him because truth be told he was tired of bodyguarding the entire time. He was going to have some fun tonight. So he took a long swig of his bourbon and walked over to the woman and got right in front of her face.
Mercedes scoffed at the guard, "And I am going to assume you are in some boy band?"
Sam reciprocated her energy, "Now sweetheart why would you assume I was in a band,"
Mercedes faltered a bit, "You are honestly going to act like you don't know who I am."
"Trust me if I knew who you were, I would tell you. So I am going to get you a refill, and you are going to stay right here." Sam commanded. Scared to use her voice, Mercedes passed her empty glass to Sam who walked over to the bar just as Kurt came up to Mercedes after the exchange.
"Well hot damn, you might just be getting laid tonight," Kurt stated.
"No, no, no. I have a bunch of work I need to finish up tonight," Mercedes began.
"Mercedes we are at the engagement party of the century, and that walking on sex-on-a-stick is feeling you. Screw work."
"Even if that work means filling out the paperwork to work with you and Jane." Mercedes talked.
"YOU'RE SIGNING ON! OH MY GOD!"Kurt screamed.
"Yes, I am so this now makes you my partner."
"We have to celebrate," Kurt exclaimed just as Sam walked to them.
"You celebrate in your own way, I'll celebrate in my own," Mercedes replied as she took the glass from Sam and signaled for Kurt to disappear. He gave her a smirk before sashaying off.
"So what exactly gave you the balls to step to me?" Mercedes questioned.
"Trust me, I can handle you," Sam replied, "You play this stuff exterior badass but deep inside you are just as sweet as candy."
"Is that what you choose to believe?"
"That's what I know. So here is what I am thinking, we ditch this lame-ass party, and I take you out. The night is still young."
"What makes you so sure I am just going to say yes to your proposition, I haven't gotten your name?"
"Because if you didn't want to talk to me, you would have said something to me to make me walk away with my balls in my hands. However, you are still here having a conversation with me. And my name is Sam."
"Let's go, before I change my mind." Mercedes said as she walked to the exit.
"What's your name?" Sam questioned as they followed.
"That's something you are going to have to earn," Mercedes said once they made it outside. Sam gave her a smirk and gave valet his ticket for his truck. Then he grabbed the woman's hand.
"You really do love having this tough exterior don't you?" Sam asked.
"It's how I am able to make such boss bitch moves. Men get to be assholes and you guys are able to get shit done without anyone saying anything. Me on the other hand I am seen as a bitch but I get my shit down." Mercedes answered. Before Sam could say anything else his truck pulled around and Mercedes audibly gasped as his truck pulled around. The railing was at least two feet off the ground and he knew the woman was going to be hesitant at getting in. So without warning, he picked the woman up and placed her in the passenger seat before taking his keys from the valet and hopping in the driver's seat. Then he drove the two off into the night completely forgetting about the engagement party. He decided to take her to Cheque. One of the up-and-coming restaurants and Atlanta that was filled with luxury. When he pulled in he helped her out of the car and guided her inside.
"Welcome to Cheque how many people are going to be in your party?" The perky hostess questioned.
"Just two, and we can sit somewhere private?" Sam asked.
"Of course sir, you and your date can follow me," The woman had said, then she led them to the back of the restaurant before making a left and turning into the private part of the restaurant. There was a series of tables and booths that were separated by chic dividers and luckily Sam and Mercedes were the only two in the section so they decided to take the far table in the back.
"Alright, this little button here is going to signal that you are ready for your waiter, and they will come to you, the only time they should ever come without you hitting the button is when your food is ready. And here are your menus." The hostess explained. The two thanked the young woman before Sam turned to Mercedes who was deep into her menu.
"You are nervous." Sam pointed out.
"No I am not," Mercedes said as she looked at his eyes.
"Yes, you are. If you weren't nervous you would have been able to keep perfect eye contact with me, and we both know that your menu is not that interesting. You are also sitting five feet away from me." Sam pointed.
"I am going to assume you worked somewhere in the governmental agency if you can read me like that," Mercedes replied.
"I worked as a secret service agent, before that I was in the military for a while, and now I am a high profile bodyguard."
"Thank you for your service."
"Your welcome, so tell me about you."
"I own my music empire. I manage over 250 artists, the majority of which who are big names in the industry because of me. I work hard and tolerate no shit from anyone. I plan on taking over the world." Mercedes answered honestly.
"Sexy," Sam said as he bit his lip.
"Thank you, so I am going to have the salmon, and to drink I am thinking their finest bottle of scotch." Mercedes said as she placed her menu down.
"You just read my mind, except I am going to have the steak," Sam replied. He pressed the button and then a waiter came a few minutes later and took their order. Once their order was complete Mercedes had scooted closer to Sam and he noticed so he pressed his hand on her exposed thigh in which she gasped audibly.
"Tell me when was the last time you had some fun?" Sam asked the lady.
"Who needs fun when I have an empire to run," Mercedes answered.
"Oh come on everyone needs a little bit of fun in their lives wherever they can take it," Sam replied as he scooted his hand dangerously close to Mercedes's inner thigh.
Mercedes knew what he was doing and she was melting under his touch to the point that she wanted nothing more than for this man to slam her on this table and have his way with her. She took her hand and placed it on his lower abdomen before leaning in and kissing and sucking on his neck. She took her other hand and wrapped it around his back and pulled him closer. Sam took both his large hands and pulled Mercedes closer to himself.
"You still want me to take it," Mercedes whispered into his ear.
"You can do whatever the hell you want," Sam said. Mercedes smirked at his reply before grabbing Sam's keys from his pocket and heading back to the car with Sam following close behind her.
When Mercedes woke up the next day she was in a bed that didn't belong to her with a thin sheet wrapped around her body, and she was super sore but in a good way.. She looked around at her surroundings and noticed that Sam was gone but her clothes were placed nicely on the desk by the window and so was a note. She grabbed the sheet with her and went to go grab the note, and it read "went to pick up some food, and I expect you to be here when I get back." Normally, Mercedes would take this forward and leave, but something about Sam made her want to stay. So she went into his closet and put on his hoodies before grabbing her purse to fish out her phone, but before she could unlock it Sam came back.
"Good morning beautiful." Sam greeted her.
"Good morning Sam," Mercedes replied as he sat the food down and walked over to her and wrapped her in his arms, and gave her a kiss.
"I thought you would be gone," Sam answered truthfully.
"How could I when I read your note," Mercedes replied as they stayed in each other's arms. Sam leaned down and gave her another peck on the lips before leading her towards the bed.
"Sam we have to eat." Mercedes pointed out.
"I'm about to," Sam said causing Mercedes to laugh, before he could go any further Mercedes's phone started ringing and slipped out of Sam's grasp so she could answer it.
"Hello. What no she is scheduled to have studio time. Who in the hell double booked them for the same studio session in the same studio when I made sure that there were multiple studios available at the same time? There is a damn reason for their being studios so this doesn't happen. You know what fine I am on my way since you are too incompetent to figure this out." Mercedes growled on the phone. She turned towards Sam and gave him a sheepish smile.
"Raincheck, my empire needs me?" She said apologetically.
"I understand," Sam replied with a smile as Mercedes grabbed her stuff and left the room.
"Shit," Sam said to himself, "I never caught her name."
Mercedes had to head home to her penthouse and shower and change clothes before she made it to her office and when she arrived her assistant Tasha was there with her morning coffee and her binder.
"Today, Georgia is to be rehearsing for Grammy performance, she is going to perform three songs off her new album."
"No, she needs to be singing two of her most popular singles before performing her new songs, make sure she knows that," Mercedes interrupted.
"I tried to tell her that but she was adamant on her decision," Tasha replied.
"Fine, what else?"
"The studio fiasco has now led to Harper and Piper fighting see," Tasha explained as she pointed towards Harper and Piper fighting outside one of the studios. Mercedes rolled her eyes and walked over to the two.
"There are ten studios in this building. Not one, not two, not even nine but fucking ten, so there is no reason why two of my no-name artists who I am trying to make stars are fighting over studio space. Yes, there was some mix-up over who was to be in which studio at which time, but for you two immature idiots to be standing in this building arguing over a studio that I have to pay for engineers and mixers for is highly stupid. So if you both want to keep singing for me, and if you want me to make you both into stars then I suggest you play rock, paper, scissors and decide who gets to stay here and the other finds one out of nine studios to go in. Now." Mercedes said. Both women cowered before doing as she said and one going in the studio and the other finding another one. Once that was finished Mercedes and Tasha headed to Georgia who was practicing for her performance. Mercedes made them halt the music.
"Georgia you are going to be performing two songs that are well-known singles," Mercedes commanded.
"But I don't want to sing those songs this is my performance," Georgia said with an attitude.
"And when you become Beyonce, when you become Michael Jackson, hell when you become the artist where people go back and listen to your album fully without skipping any song every single day that they know every ad-lib, every run, and every breath you take then you may perform three songs that are not singles. However, you are not that person. Although, you can be that person. You can be the person that everyone will play at every graduation, family cookout, hell a funeral, and in becoming that person you will perform the two new singles. Do I make myself clear?" Mercedes spoke.
"Yes," Georgia sighed out.
"Perfect, now finish this up then head up to the interviewer floor you have press to do." Mercedes replied as she left the room. She entered the elevator with Tasha and went to the last floor of her office. She walked straight in and shut the doors. She pulled up her laptop and started doing her work, but was interrupted when Kurt had entered the room and sat in her office.
"I know you haven't lost your mind so explain to me why you are in my office without my permission?" Mercedes questioned her eyes never leaving her laptop.
"I came to ask if the sex was good, so was it?" Kurt replied.
"That information isn't up for sharing."
"Oh please, you have been sexually backed up since the beginning of time, I know it was good."
"And if you know then why do you need to ask me?"
"Because I can get all of the juicy details from you." Kurt laughed. Mercedes rolled her eyes at him and was about to say something snarky when a man rushed past Tasha and barged into her office.
"Mercedes, what the fuck is wrong with you?" The man questioned as he made his way towards him but Kurt stood in front of him.
"Jalen who the hell do you think you are barging into my office like this?" Mercedes snapped.
"You mean the office that I gave you, your startup fund for, I own five percent of this place!"
"I bought you out of your partnership, you have no place here anymore."
"Look, I can't play ball anymore, and I have a family I need to support I want my money." Jalen hissed as he tried to push past Kurt.
"I know karate, and if you try to touch her I swear to God I will lay your ass out," Kurt argued.
"Kurt stand down, Jalen get the hell out of my office, Tasha call security," Mercedes commanded. Jalen backed away and gave her a menacing look before leaving the office.
"Who the hell is that?" Kurt asked.
"My ex-husband," Mercedes said bitterly.
Sam had headed into work shortly after the lady of the night had left. He gathered his assignment and was revealed to know that he would just be guarding a high-profile politician with his buddy Puck. He and Puck had started the drive to their location as Puck started firing off his questions.
"So did you hit?" Puck started as he kept driving.
"None of your business man," Sam replied as he kept his eyes trained forward.
"Oh yeah, you hit alright. I don't blame you that Mercedes Jones is fine as hell." Puck said.
"So that is her name?"
"Yep, one of the biggest music executives since what L.A. Reid. she has a company worth almost 5 million dollars. However, her husband is after it all."
"Husband?"
"Ex-husband my fault. Yeah he was the running back of the Atlanta Falcons for about five years, he blew his knee out after a bad hit, and then the tabloids caught him cheating, and the word on the street is that he plans to marry the woman that he cheated on Jones with. The big issue is that he doesn't have much money, and he is claiming that Mercedes owes him since he gave her half a million dollars to start up the company. However, Mercedes is denying paying him because she believes the moment where he stepped out on their marriage was the moment he screwed up his chances of getting paid.
"How in the hell do you know all of this?" Sam questioned as he listened to the story.
"I read gossip blogs, and Instagram pages a lot. That's how I knew who you were sleeping with." Puck answered casually.
"Well thanks for letting me know," Sam said. Now Sam had a first and last name to place the face that was in his bed for the night and the morning. Now he knows how to find her.
So lovebugs let me know what you think. ;)