Hey guys, thank you for being so patient with me. I love writing for you guys and reading your comments. Thank you also for the love you give Kesh and I for our stories! You guys are loving those mini's. I am working on my individual stories so don't worry I haven't forgotten about them. And I am working on completing the others. Trust me if it isn't marked complete I am going to finish them lol. But here is an update! Enjoy! Stay safe! And be Blessed!
Five weeks later…
Mercedes couldn't fight the nerves that filled her entire being. Today she would be going to a Fundraising Gala for one of Sam's charities, and she swore everything she had was wrong. Sam told her to find a dress that screamed her, but she knew that whatever she picked would be a reflection on Sam, and she couldn't do that to him.
So instead of something colorful, she went with a daring red dress. It gave her the feeling of joy she got with her colorfulness, but it wouldn't embarrass Sam. The last thing she needed was to provide Dwight Ammo when it was clear he was pissed that they were married and was about to rock their worlds.
The last few weeks had been pretty breathtaking; they went to Hawaii for their honeymoon. With Mercedes not trusting Dwight not to pull something shady while they were gone, she and Sam brought the twins. Mary and Stacey came with them so that they could get some alone time.
After two weeks of pleasure and fun, they returned home. She spent her time getting used to her new home and environment as Sam returned to work. She was proud of the man he was and proud to be his wife, though she didn't like some of the Senator's wives; they were just a little too much into themselves and what they had. It made Mercede feel very uncomfortable and small.
There was a knock on her door as she slipped into the gold heels. "Come in."
Sebastian walked in and whistled. "Damn, you are looking gorgeous. If you weren't married, I would try and seduce you, and all eyes will be on you with those curves and that dress."
"You don't think it's too much?" She twirled, showing off the slit on her left that rose dangerously high on her thigh, the low cut off the shoulder neck along with the way it clung to her, falling just above her knees, giving it an air of sophistication and a total knockout.
"I doubt Sam will be able to keep his hands off you in the limo," Sebastian said, sitting on the bed. "What's on your mind? I can see your brain going over different things."
She turned to him and moved to sit at her vanity. "I don't want to embarrass him. And I feel like that's exactly what I am going to do."
"Okay, this woe is me. I am gonna ruin things act has got to go. Sam chose you, he married you, there is nothing you can do to embarrass him, and in this dress, the only thing you are going to do is cause something like a sex riot." Sebastian laughed.
Mercedes ran her hands through her hair and nodded. "I have never been to a Gala before, Bas; how do you know that they won't look at me like I don't belong?"
"Because you are you." He said, kissing her forehead. "Now, I am going to check on my babies. Did Sam say when the Limo was arriving?"
"Soon, he's gonna meet me there, which sucks, but he had to finish his proposal and get it in, so I understand; work comes first."
"Yeah, Blaine said they were working pretty hard." Sebastian agreed.
"Blaine, huh? You and he are mighty close, aren't you?"
Sebastian blushed, moving away from her. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Uh-huh, just make sure when he stops by tonight to "help you" babysit two twins who you have babysat on your own numerous times before, you leave the heavy petting until after my babies are asleep."
Sebastian opened his mouth to speak but closed it after she gave him a knowing wink. As he walked out of the room, Mercedes heaved a heavy sigh, staring at herself a little longer before putting the finishing touches and heading out to the living room.
Sebastian cat-called her as the twins clapped. Blaine, who must have just arrived, had her twirled her around. "Damn, Sam sure did find himself a sexy wife."
Mercedes blushed, pulling away from him. "Stop. Compared to the women there, I am sure I will be plain Jane."
"Compared to the women there? Please, you are gorgeous, Merce."
"I tried to tell her," Sebastian said. "But she doesn't hear me."
"Maybe she will listen to me," Sam said, walking out of their kitchen. He walked over to her shaking his head. "Blaine wanted me to wait, but I just had to come out to let you know how, how unworthy of you I am. Mercedes, you are a damn Goddess." He said, kissing her deeply.
"Sam, I thought."
Sam shook his head, kissing her again. "Less talking, more kissing." He pushed her against the wall and wrapped her in his arms.
"We should?" Blaine said, nodding to the other room.
"Yeah, let's go, twins," Sebastian said, picking them up and walking out of the room.
Mercedes grinned, pulling away from him. "Sam, you are gonna ruin my makeup."
"Don't care." He said as his hands traveled down her curves. "Do you know how badly I need you? It's been a week, Mercedes. This project, this Gala, they have kept me so late that when I come home, you are sleeping or I am so tired all we can do is fall asleep in each other's arms, and when I wake up, you already have your hands full with the twins. And I come home to take you to this Gala, and you look like the biggest and best temptation I have ever come across, and I am supposed to just not f-have you right here and now?"
"Sam, we have to go. But since you have been so good about watching your language around the twins, how about I give you a blow job in the Limo." she teased.
Sam's eyes widened. "Don't play with me, woman! I am so damn riled up by you; if you look at me, I am cumming so fast you would think I was the Flash!"
Mercedes stared at him seductively. "Really? So if I got on my knees in the Limo…." She said, tracing her hand down his chest. "Used my ruby red lipstick to make a ring around your…cock. And left if there all night, you would love that?"
"We are gone! Love you, twins!" Sam said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the house.
Mercedes giggled, shaking her head as he bypassed the driver and opened the limo door.
"Sam! Can I breathe!"
"Woman, I warned you!" He laughed.
She pulled him closer. "Yes, yes, you did. Now put that partition up, don't want your driver to get any ideas about what is about to happen here."
"Baby, hate to break it to you, but Limo drivers know, first of all, it ain't soundproof back here, and-"
"Sam, if you finish that statement, the only thing going "down" will be your enjoyment."
Sam looked at her zipping his lip, as Mercedes shook her head smiling. Leaning in, she kissed him softly, deepening it with every second as she slowly undid his pants.
"I didn't get to say anything to you inside because you mauled me, but…" she trailed off, taking his shaft into her hands. "You in a tux…sexiest thing in the world."
Sam was about to speak, but she took him deep within her throat and moaned, letting their vibrations work him over. His head fell backward as he went to grab her hair, and she swatted his hand away and went back to work. It didn't take long to work him up into a frenzy and swallow everything he offered her.
Once she was done, she smiled, using the remainder of her lipstick to cover him with her marks. Smiling, she pulled back, digging out her compact and fixing her makeup as Sam stared at her.
"Mercedes Evans." He said breathlessly. "Marry me."
"Already did that, baby; that's why I have your last name." she laughed. "Now fix yourself up. Other than the driver, we don't want people to know what we are doing."
Sam exhaled deeply as he fixed himself and then laid his head on her shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you too."
He pulled something from his pocket. "I also have something for you."
Mercedes looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Sam? You do know that you don't need to buy my things, right?"
"I know, but it's finally ready, and I just couldn't wait."
Mercedes side-eyed him and took the jewelry box from him. She opened it, and her eyes widened as she looked at stared at Sam. "Sam…what did you do?" She said, leaning in to kiss him.
Sam beamed. "Well, it took some doing, but I finally reached a price that the seller and I could agree on." He said as Mercedes lifted a key.
Mercedes shook her head in disbelief. Before they left for their vacation, she and Sam found the perfect house; it was close enough to his job to where he didn't need to rush, but it was far enough away from his family that she could relax.
"Sam, I…when did you have time to do this?"
"A lot of multi-tasking and taking advantage of my newfound friendship with Quinn. Gotta tell you, marrying Santana has made her such a better friend. I was afraid that after all that happened, we wouldn't be."
Mercedes laughed. "Santana's brashness is a perfect fit for Quinn's hardasses, and they do seem a match made in heaven. I still can not believe this."
"Well, believe it! Mercedes, you wanted the best of both worlds, and now you get it." He held her hand in his. "We get it."
Mercedes leaned in and kissed him softly. "You just wait tonight..when I get you alone…."
Her words were cut off as the door was opened and flashing lights hit them. Sam hesitated for a moment, then stepped out, taking her hand. "Welcome to my world."
Mercedes took his hand and hesitated only a moment before letting him pull her to him and turned to smile.
"Senator Evans has just arrived with his new bride looking elegant as ever. "Mrs. Evans, we heard you, and the Senator had a whirlwind romance care to elaborate?"
Mercedes was caught off guard as she was asked a question, and Sam smiled behind her. "Everyone loves a love story," he whispered.
Mercedes looked at Sam and smiled. "You can say that it was…a romance story for sure, and every day since I have fallen even more in love with him. I mean, have you seen this face? How can I not? Besides, I am sure everyone can agree that loving who they are inward isn't hard when someone is as outwardly giving and caring as Sam is."
They were nodded towards the entrance, and Sam beamed proudly. "You handled that with such grace, baby."
Mercedes may have looked as if she could handle it, but inside she had gone ten rounds with Tyson by the time the press and meet and greeting of new people was over.
Soon the Gala was in full swing, and Sam pulled her into his arms as they danced. "Do you tend to do things like this every few weeks?" She asked as he dipped her.
"I come to these things, but for the longest time, even before I was in the running to be Senator, I would just sit until someone needed me. Tonight is the first time it's about pleasure and not work." Sam said with a nod.
Mercedes laughed as he made a show of spinning her. "So all pleasure tonight then?"
Sam nodded. "Oh yeah, baby."
Someone called his name, and he looked behind him. "After I secure this donation. Go find Q and San; they should be around here somewhere, and we can sneak out after the speeches?"
Mercedes leaned in and kissed him with a nod. "Duty first, then pleasure, got it. Go, I will keep your seat warm."
Sam smiled, walking away and leaving Mercedes on the dance floor. As she turned to leave, someone took her hand in theirs. "Join an old man for a dance?"
Mercedes turned to see Dwight and tried to yank her hand away, but he gripped it, pulling her closer. "Now, now, don't want to make a scene now, do you?"
She knew he was right; they couldn't afford to make a scene. She moved to dance with him, keeping a fake smile on her face as she danced with her father-in-law.
"Gotta hand it to you; I didn't think my son would ever outright disobey me. Sam was always easy to manipulate because he was never really a rule-breaker, not like you."
"What do you want, Dwight?"
"Ha, you say my name like you are remotely equal to me. You are nothing more than a waste of space that my son is enamored with."
Mercedes nodded. "If that were true, then why did he marry me? Why can't you win?"
Dwight laughed, gripping her hand tightly. "You are fighting a war, little girl, one that I am not going to lose. But you will, Sam will either fall in line, or I will cut him down."
Mercedes looked up to him. "That is your son! Do you not care at all about him?"
"I care about power. Anything else is of no use to me. Anything or one else doesn't matter. I have plans, big ones that rely on my son. But since you have my son's ear, I can use that. So here is what you are going to do. You are going to tell your husband to support bill 32. And then you are going to pack up and leave him, allowing the woman of my choosing to take your place as his bride."
"And why the hell would I do that?"
"Because if you don't, I will take your children from you."
She shook her head. "I am not scared of you."
"No, you aren't. But you are scared of losing those you love. So you can lose your husband or your husband and your children." He said gleefully.
"I won't play your game, and neither will your son." She said, trying to walk away, but Dwight held her closer. "You will leave when I say you will leave. I get it, you know, what my son sees in you, fun, exotic, sexy."
Mercedes tried to get out of his grip, but Dwight held her even closer. "I'll make you a deal. Get my son to support the bill, and come to my office once a week for a..." His hand stroked her face. "Meeting, and you can stay married to my son. It's a win-win."
"I'm gonna be sick." She said, finally breaking away from him and walking towards the restrooms, but Dwight grabbed her and pulled her towards the balcony.
"Take your hands off of me, you pig!" She yelled.
Dwight smiled, pushing her against the wall. "Yes! Fight back; it's no fun if you just give me what I want."
"Leave me alone!" She warned.
Dwight ran his hands down her curves. "Show me what has my son so entranced that he would go against me, and maybe I will be more lenient on him." He moved her hair out of her face.
"Hell no!" She said, moving her head away from his hand before slapping him across his face. "I doubt you ever got the memo, so let me break it down for you; no means no, you sick bastard."
Dwight cut his eyes at her. "You ungrateful." He angrily gripped her arm so tight she knew it was going to leave a bruise. "I always. Get what I want!" He breathed. "One way or another, you will do what I want; the more you fight it, the worst it will be for Sam."
His hand still gripped her arm, and try as she might, she couldn't pull away, so she did the one thing she could think of. Mercedes kneed him in the groin, watching him stagger back angrily. Before Dwight could move closer to her again, she felt Sam more than heard him. One moment she was preparing for him to try and attack her, and the next, she was falling to the ground as Sam pulled Dwight up and slammed him against the wall.
"Baby, are you okay?" Sam asked, not looking at her as Quinn and Santana, who had followed Sam, ran over to Mercedes. Sam slammed his father two more times angrily. "What the hell is wrong with you! Attacking my wife!" Sam said, hitting him again.
"Please, the little whore was happy to play along. Weren't you dear?" Dwight asked as he and Sam both looked over to Mercedes, who was shaking on the floor.
"I will kill you! I will kill you!" Sam said, punching his dad in the gut and slamming him again.
Dwight tried to shake Sam off of him. "Please, she was asking for it, Sam! Whores like her always go for the biggest wallet, and she tried to strike a deal with me."
"That's not true!" Mercedes said as she looked away from Dwight shaking, and In what took the most extraordinary restraint of Sam's life, he tossed Dwight to the ground and moved to Mercedes. "Baby? Baby, did he hurt you?"
"Sam, I didn't"
Sam shook his head, kissing her forehead. "Don't; I stopped trusting a word that came out of his mouth when I learned to talk."
"Sam… he's the devil." She held onto him, unsure of what else to say.
Dwight stood and brushed himself off. "You'll give in, Mercedes, both you and my son; they always do. Just ask Quinn." He laughed, walking away.
Santana looked over to Quinn. "Tell me you didn't have sex with old man river?"
Quinn looked away from her and Sam. "It wasn't like that…it was Franny."
Sam looked at her. "My dad and your sister?"
Quinn nodded. "I walked in on them…and he threatened my mom and you…I was 18, and…you may not believe me, Sam, but I was protecting you at the time. I thought it was mutual between them…I didn't know your dad took advantage of her... And it's my biggest shame."
Sam helped Mercedes up, not looking at her, but Mercedes moved closer to Quinn and took her hand.
"I believe you. He threatened Sam and said the same to me…threatened to kill Sam and take my kids if I didn't…I believe you."
"Sam, I am gonna have to murder your father," Santana said, and Sam moved Mercedes's hair out of her face.
"Get in line. He has gone too far. That man needs to be stopped now." He said.
"I think it's going to take more than physical strength to beat him," Mercedes whispered. "He said since I had Sam's ear, he wanted me to have him support a bill…Ummm, 32."
"Bill 32? But that's about land. Why would he possibly want me to support that bill?"
Quinn folded her arms. "Looks like I have some research to do."
Sam glanced out into the Gala over to his father, who had a drink in his hand. He tipped his glass to Sam, giving him a smug nod. Mercedes put her hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Sam, I wanna go home…please." Mercedes said, turning him to face her. "I need to get as far away from him as possible because if not, I am gonna be sick.
Sam nodded and walked Mercedes to the exit. She was quiet the whole way home, cuddled up next to Sam, and that scared him more than if she were screaming and yelling. After what his father did to her, he really wanted to know where her head was at but didn't want to push, and she didn't need that pressure.
Once they arrived home, Mercedes excused herself to take a shower, and he explained what happened to Sebastian and Blaine, and they agreed to stay the night in case they were needed.
After kissing the twins, he made his way to his room, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his jacket when he heard sniffing. Heading into the bathroom, he saw Mercedes curled in a ball, fully dressed under a water spray.
Walking into the shower, himself fully dressed, and pulled her to him. "Baby, I am so sorry. Please just tell me what to do. I am so sorry."
She let Sam hold her, pulling him close, not wanting to let him go. "I love you, I love you so much."
She sniffled again, laying against him, and for the longest time, they stayed like that. After a while, Sam helped her out of the wet clothes, washed her, and then helped her change into a pair of pajamas.
Once he changed, he crawled with her into the bed until she finally dozed off. Once he was sure she was sleeping, he left her alone and headed to his office. He was beyond pissed, and now it was time he fought fire with fire. His father crossed a line, and now Sam was about to cross a bigger one.
Picking up his phone is dialed the number before he could take it back. The online was picked up after three rings. "You better have a good reason for ruining my beauty sleep."
"Sue Sylvester, this is Sam Evans. We need to talk."
