Hey guys this story concept was gifted to me and I was told to run with it and I did. So I hope you are ready for a wild ride. Hope you enjoy and Happy New Year!


Mercedes Jones closed the door to the nursery as she turned on the baby monitor. Then, taking a breath, she sat down on the loveseat. She was beat and starving, but she was too tired to eat. It was a vicious cycle that had gone through her head for the last 2 months. Ever since she had her twins, Zach and Zola.

Stomach rumbling, she sighed heavily. "I know, I know, I need to eat so I can feed those two…stop being so pushy."

She said, talking to her stomach. Which was something she did, now, that her primary source of entertainment was two infants. Grabbing a banana, she took a bite as she grabbed the makings for a turkey sandwich. Pulling out the bread, she heard a knock at her door and closed her eyes. No one really came over but her best friends Tina, Kurt and Sebastian. And seeing as Tina was with Mike tonight and Kurt was in New York, her money was on Sebastian.

Running her hands down onto her sweats to wipe them off, she moved to the door. "Bas, I already told you I am go-" She froze as her eyes met the oh so familiar green eyes that she hadn't expected to see ever again, even if its twins looked up at her every day.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, shock wearing off.

"I uh I wanted to…." He ran his hands through his hair. "There are so many things I want to say to you that I should say to you. But I-"

A loud wail came through the baby monitor that she wore on her hip, and she ran her hands over her tired face. "I need to get that, sooo."

She went to close the door, but Sam stopped her. "You have a baby?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't." She said as a second wail joined the first. "I have two, and I really need to go."

Sam didn't move from his spot, so she threw her hands up and turned to head back into the nursery.

Sam watched as the woman he searched for, for almost a year, walked away. He felt the urge to follow her, his eyes searching around the one-bedroom apartment. Two of everything needed for two children were displayed around the small place. He walked into the bedroom, not knowing what he would find but shocked to see Mercedes rocking two infants in a rocking chair humming.

"Twins? H-how old?" He asked barely above a whisper, and she looked at him, steeling herself for what was about to happen. "About 2 months old."

It didn't take long for Sam to connect the dots; his eyes widened as she moved closer, staring at the children in her arms. "Merce…are they mines?"


A year earlier


Sam Evans stared at himself in the mirror as his fiance Quinn fixed his tie. "I really think the blue brings out your eyes." She said, smiling up at him.

"What does that even mean? Like when people say that?" He asked, smiling.

She smiled. "It means it makes you look better than the black-tie. So wear this one for your interview."

Sam glanced at himself again, taking a deep breath. Tonight he had his first interview for his bid for a senate seat. At 32, Sam was 3 years ahead of his life schedule. He didn't think he would run for an Tennessee Senate seat until he was 35. Still, when his father stated he was giving up his seat, he immediately endorsed his son.

From the time Sam was born, he was told he would matter, and the only way for that to happen was for him to follow in his great-grandfather, grandfather, and father's footsteps. As a result, the name Evans is known in Ohio and in surrounding cities for Luxury living. Starting in Nashville, TN with a small bed and breakfast, Evans Enterprise houses over 100 hotels and resorts worldwide. Sam would be going to Hawaii to check the finished renovations at their newest hotel in a few weeks.

Quinn smoothed his suit jacket. "Have I told you how proud of you I am?"

Sam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to kiss her, but she turned her head away from him, giving him her cheek. "Sorry, I have a client coming in, and smudging lipstick is not the look I was going for."

Sam nodded. He wasn't surprised. Appearances were important where they came from. You were judged on what you wore, looked like, or did, and the Elites were not forgiving.

"What time is your meeting over?" Sam asked, letting her go.

"7, just in time to meet you for dinner and to learn how your interview went." She blew him a kiss and walked out of his office. Sam turned back towards the mirror. "Hello, I am Sam Evans." He said, looking at himself. "Hi, a pleasure to meet you. I am Sam Evans." He sighed. "Yo! Sup!" He chuckled. "How's it hanging! I am the best chance for the Senate-!"

"Are you really?" A voice from behind him came.

Sam turned and rolled his eyes. "Stevie, who let you in here? Could have sworn I had Azimo lock you out of the building after you put soap in the fountain of one of our hotels."

"Okay, first of all, I work here too, and second it brought a lot of guests, and we had a blast. Even your stiff ass slid around in the bubble fountain."

Sam hid his smile; that was a fun day; he also didn't' really lock him out of the system, couldn't if he tried; since Stevie had excellent hacking skills, he could override anything. People were impressed with the soap in the fountain because he had programmed different color lights to bounce off the bubbles. It was impressive.

"What do I owe the pleasure, Stevie?"

Sitting down on Sam's sofa, he smirked. "Well, you can head to Hawaii tonight instead of two weeks from now."

Sam stared at him. "What?"

"Look, pops called."

Sam moved closer to him. "You know dad hates when you call him that."

Stevie smiled. "I know. Anyways pops called, said that production is slow, and he needs one of us to light a fire under someone's ass. Well, I am more of a giver than a commander, plus I have this thing with triplets that I just can't get out of."

Sam ran his hand over his head; sometimes, he envied Stevie. As the youngest son, Stevie got away with a lot of things. Almost as much as Stacey, though she had a better head on her shoulder than he did.

"Who is gonna handle the day-to-day here? So that means I will be gone for a damn month? I have to campaign, and it's just not the right time for this."

"Not the right… Sam, trust me, if I didn't already have a commitment, one I can not break out of, I would jump at it. Its Hawaii. Surfing, Tanning, and oh so many sexy ladies…I don't understand what the problem is."

"Stevie, there is more to it than surfing and whatever else you think I should do. If we are behind schedule, I need to stay on whoever is ruining our family name."

Stevie facepalmed himself and shook his head. "Sam, we are running behind schedule because you set ridiculous standards. What works in the states won't work there. Period. I need you to really just get there and let go for a bit. Loosen yourself up. Sam, you are 32, and I doubt you have ever really lived. You have been a mini version of dad and grandpa since the day you could walk. Any fun had to be snuffed out. Promise me when you get there; after you work, you will play."

"Not if your kind of playing involves cheating on my fiance."

"Not unless yours does. I don't care if you do or don't, but how can you be the man of the people if you can't even say you have lived among them. I went backpacking in Europe. Skinning dipping on an island in Mexico City, I had a threesome in the back of a barn.

"I have made love in the back of a truck under the stars…man, that was one hell of a summer, but what I am saying is, as your little brother, knowing what life has in store for you, a little fun on the island won't hurt anymore. So maybe don't be Samuel D. Evans for a while and just be Sam…or Cam, Brian or something crazy like River or something exotic."

Sam sighed, listening to his brother. Everything he had done actually sounded really good. To be honest, if Sam could do half of that, he would call that a success. "Okay, I will do one or two things. But things with my clothes on, I am not single, and I don't need women ogling my body."

Stevie sighed. "I know you love Quinn, and she is amazing. But you two have been together since you were 8 because mom and dad said so. How can you know you really love her if you have never even kissed anyone else. You do what you feel is right; I just don't want you to wake up one day and feel stifled in the life you live."

Stevie had made a valid point; he just couldn't hurt Quinn like that. "I hear you, I do. Now I have a meeting to go to, and you need to go fix the bugs in the smart room on the top floor; we have a VIP coming in.


Mercedes Jones stared out into the beautiful island water as she sat on the balcony of her room. She had only been there a day, and she already wanted to go home. "What home?" She thought to herself. Her home, the home she shared with her now ex, was gone; she couldn't go back to that. Her mind raced to yesterday. It was supposed to be her Wedding day, which most women looked forward to. And yet now she was scarred for life.

She met Finn Hudson when she subbed at his school two years ago. Mercedes was what they called a free spirit. She lived her life her own way and did things that made her happy. She loved teaching but loved to travel, so she became a sub. She loved music but didn't want to be tied down by a contract for a career that wasn't entirely hers, so she sang at night at the High Note.

And when Finn met her, he loved her eccentric ways. Loved that she was colorful and fun and often told her she brought color to his drab world. Her tattoos were all perfectly placed with true meaning, and her heart was as big as they come. They moved in together 6 months after meeting each other, and he asked her to marry him two months later, and she said no. Not because she didn't care; she just didn't want to be married.

It wasn't until her grandfather, the man who raised her, fell sick and asked her to marry before he died. So when Finn asked again, she went against her better judgment and said yes. But, even though everything moved easily and quickly, she felt off. Something about the situation just…it didn't feel like her. But the smile on her grandfather's face, the way he looked at her when he walked her down the aisle in her wedding dress, made it worth it.

Finn's eyes bugged out as he took in her look. The form-fitting corset lace top with the sweetheart neckline and sheer sleeves veered down to a white bodice with tie-dye tule on the bottom of the puffy material. It was her in dress form.

In front of everyone, Finn told her that he couldn't marry her. He said he loved her, but she was too wild for him. He wanted safe, conservative. Someone who didn't show off her assets as much as Mercedes did, someone who was modest and had no tattoos. He said he couldn't be true to himself if he married her. And then his ex jumped up screaming, "thank God," and Mercedes lost it.

She slapped Finn across the face twice, then punched him for good measure and left the church. A church! She was a Christian, and yes, she believed in God, but her choice of venue was not to be stuffed inside a small building. Heading to the place they shared, she and her few friends gathered all of her things and some of Finn's and put it all in storage until she figured out what she wanted to do.

When Sebastian told her she should cash in both honeymoon tickets for one, upgrade the suite since Finn already paid for all of it, and take the month-long honeymoon alone, she thought he was crazy. Still, it was exactly what she needed when she thought about it. And that is why she now stared out into the water at the beautiful Evans Resort. It was being remodeled, but thankfully they still had half the resort rooms opened.

Feeling her phone vibrate, she sighed, looking at the messages.

You kinda fell off the face of the earth since the other day.

That is what happens when you get dumped at the altar. Why are you texting me, Finn?

I am worried about you? You packed up all your stuff and just left.

I'm sorry, Finn I am going through a tunnel. I'll text you never. As in NEVER! Lose my number.

Mercedes sighed, blocking his number; she hadn't done it before because she was more concerned with getting away from all the noise. However, her phone actually rang this time, and she answered with a soft smile.

"What can I do for you, Bas?"

"We are just making sure you are okay." Came a soothing voice.

"I am sitting on a balcony staring at the water. I am good. Actually thinking of going for a swim, it's really beautiful out here."

"Yes, swim, meet a hot guy or girl. I know how you roll and find your way again."

"I can find my way fine, thank you very much. And that doesn't include a man or woman. I just need time to myself. I gave up so much of myself to Finn; I just need to get it back. I need to get me back."

"And what exactly is getting you back?"

"Dancing in the rain, painting, swimming naked, just living my life. Finn stopped me from doing so much."

"Well, I am glad that you are finding yourself. I am glad that you are finding your worth."

Mercedes smiled, biting her bottom lip. "You know what? I think I am gonna start now. I am gonna go swimming." She smiled to herself.

"Call me later, okay?"

She agreed to call him later as she stood, changing into a sundress and nothing else. Grabbing her towel, she made her way down to the abandoned beach. Taking in the beauty, she took a deep breath inhaling the ocean's scent, enjoying it all. Tugging at her dress, she dropped it and the towel and made her way out to the ocean.


Sam arrived at the resort earlier that day and went right to work. He had meetings after meetings, and soon he was staring out at the darkening sky. He hadn't really explored whenever he was in Hawaii or anywhere, for that matter.

If he was with Quinn, they spent most of their time indoors working, and when not working, they would order in, or make an appearance, making sure everyone knew who they were. So a big part of him wanted to go to his room and work, order some food, but Stevies' voice rang, though, and he decided against it. Maybe it was time for him to try something different; it didn't mean he had to be around anyone.

He pulled out his phone, calling Quinn before he left the office.

"Hello?"

"Hi Quinn, how are you?" He asked, packing up.

"Hello, Sam! Glad you made it safely. How was the meeting."

It was productive. I am actually on my way back to my room. Wish you could have joined me."

"Sam, you know there is a time to play and a time to work. You do your job, and I am here doing mines."

"I know. I was just thinking we could, I don't know, go swimming or dancing."

Quinn laughed. "Dancing? Sam, we don't do that unless we are at an event. Are you okay?"

"Yeah..."

He heard her sigh and knew she was about to tell him it was getting late.

"Sam, it's getting late. Call me in the morning, and we will go over your schedule." Sam sighed, "Can't you just come here for a few days?"

"I will see what I can do, okay?"

"Okay. That sounds good."

"Goodnight, Sam."

"Goodnight, Quinn."

Sam hung up and frowned, wondering why he never realized that he and Quinn were really boring. Deciding to take the long way back to his room, he removed his shoes and socks and walked along the beach. As he made his way across the warm sand, he heard splashing and what sounded like screaming.

He saw a silhouette of a woman in the water splashing around. He first wondered why she was in the water in the first place, but hearing her scream, he threw his shoes and jacket down, tossing everything out of his pockets, and dove in.

He expertly swam to the woman. "I'm coming! Just hold on!" He reached for her. "I got you!"

Mercedes heard a man swimming towards her and turned towards him, confused as he grabbed her.

"What the hell are you grabbing me for?"

Sam frowned as he held her close, realizing she was naked. "Oh, you are naked."

"Yeah, think you can let go; you are really close to rounding second base."

Sam's eyes widened as he saw his hand was dangerously close to her breast. "Oh, sorry."

She laughed. "I didn't mean to scare you, no one was here, and the water looked inviting." She said as she tread water.

"So naturally, you decided to swim naked." He said, eyes roaming her face in the moonlight. She was striking.

"I mean, if you haven't done it, you should try it. It's freeing."

Sam smiled, looking her way. "I think I will save the streaking to you."

"It's called skinny dipping, and not everyone can do it. It's okay to be a chicken."

Sam scoffed. "You calling me a chicken?"

"Chicken, coward, all of the above." She shrugged. "There is nothing wrong with being an uptight suit."

"Uptight suit?"

"You didn't even loosen your tie while walking on the beach; it's got to be weighing you down in this water." She smiled. "Take it off."

"What? No. Now that I see you are fine, I am getting out." Sam said, turning from her.

"It's just as well; you probably wouldn't know fun if it bit you on the ass."

Sam turned to her. "I am fun! Just because I don't want to be naked in public doesn't make me a chicken; it makes me smart."

"No one is around but me, and you already saw me, but no pressure."

Sam looked at her. "Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" She asked, smiling.

"Swim naked? In public?"

Mercedes sighed. "Honestly. Its freeing makes me feel close to nature and makes me feel most like…me. And I haven't felt like myself in a long time."

Sam stared at her for a moment, his eyes trying their best not to stare at her breast as they bobbed above water. Her hair was curly as it floated around her, and her smile, it took his breath away. As much as swimming naked sounded crazy, he wanted to do it, and it was mostly so he could stay with her.

She smiled. "How about you start with your shirt? We can swim closer so you can toss it on the sand."

Sam waited for a moment, then nodded, tugging at his tie. She reached over to help him, wrapping her thighs around his waist as she pulled his tie off and then unbuttoned his shirt.

Sam let her remove his shirt and smiled, shaking his head. She smirked, looking at him. "What?"

"I don't know you, and yet here you are with your legs wrapped around me, removing my shirt."

"I guess that is weird, but hey, I am just doing my part in helping you become more rounded. But, if you want, we can be formal. I'm Mercedes."

Sam watched her and thought for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Mercedes, I am S-" He stopped for a moment; if she knew his name, she would know him, and right now he liked her, not knowing, so he said the first name that came to him. "Cam…my name is Cameron."

Tossing Sam's shirt off into the sand, she nodded. "Nice to meet you, Cameron."

Sam nodded. "This is the craziest thing I have ever done."

"Really? You haven't danced in the rain or kissed a stranger? You haven't just got into the car and drove without knowing where you were going?"

"I don't really let loose. I guess I haven't had the right teacher."

Mercedes blushed, moving closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck, thighs squeezing him.

"Well, consider this your first lesson. Sometimes it's better to let go and enjoy than to be stiff and miss out…Let go, Cameron; you might find you like it."

Sam stared at her. Sam Evans was buttoned up and never did anything wrong. He never did anything at all. But Cameron, Cam could live in the moment. He could acknowledge a beautiful woman and enjoy her. Removing the hair out of her eyes, he leaned in. "In this scenario, do you ask to kiss someone or just do it?"

She shouldn't even be considering this, but he was a stranger, he couldn't hurt her, and she could stand for a little fun. She and Finn hadn't so much as kissed in the last two months. She was such a fool. "You just go for it."

Sam leaned in. "And if she doesn't want to?"

"Then you step back."

She licked her bottom lip and wrapped her thighs tighter around him. "But for the record. She won't say no."

Sam smiled, looking down at her lips; he wasn't Sam at this moment. He was just a man on a mission to enjoy his life. Leaning forward, Sam captured her lips in his, a soft moan leaving his lips as she kissed him back.

Sam wrapped his arms around her back as her breast pressed against his. Her hands went to his hair, and she whimpered, feeling him grow against her. She moaned out, pressing herself further against him. After a few moments, Sam pulled away, nipping at her lips. "That was…"

She nodded. "It was…but I should get going. I am naked after all."

Sam laughed. "So I guess I can add semi-naked swimming and kissing a stranger to my list."

"Then my work here is done." She said, leaning in to kiss him once more, lips lingering on his before moving to swim to the beach. As she stood out of the water and grabbed her towel, Sam followed her, his eyes gazing at her body in the moonlight for a moment before he snapped out of it. "Where are you going?"

"To my room. Night." She blew him a kiss and grabbed her sundress, moving towards her resort room.

Sam swam to the sand and grabbed his things, following after her. "You really just gonna walk away after all that?"

She smiled, turning towards him as she moved closer to him. "Am I supposed to be doing something else, Cameron?"

He was caught off guard by her invading his space. "Um, I-"

"Let me save you by telling you exactly what would happen here. You find me…intriguing, and let's face it, I am. I am smart and beautiful, but I am also different, and you like that. So we would have a fling and trust me, I would rock your world." She said, running her hand down his chest to his pants. "I would make you weak, and you will love every minute of it. But soon, you will realize that me being different isn't what you want after all. And I am here, left alone again. So lets don't but say we did."

Sam watched as she wrapped the towel around herself. "You don't know-"

She cut off his words and shook her head. "Let's just leave tonight as it is. A great night and who knows, maybe you will see me around. If not…" She leaned in, pulling him down to her, running her tongue along the seam of his lips and then through them, enjoying the perfect taste of him and the feel of his hands on her body, before she pulled away ".At least I got to kiss you one last time because you are an incredible kisser."

She nipped his bottom lip staring at him. "Goodnight, Cameron."

Sam stood frozen, watching her walk away. His hand touched his lips as he remembered how perfectly she felt in his arms.