Thank you for the reviews, you know I love them. Here you will learn some of Samcedes history and see what made Merce fall. Stay blessed and enjoy.
Was there any misery worse than loving a man who didn't love you back? If there was, Faith didn't want any part of it.
In a long silk lilac colored nightgown, that clung to every curve she had, she stood in front of her vanity, in the oversized bathroom decorated in muted tones of blue and beige and tried to objectively ass herself. She stared with her face, then her gaze fell to her ample breast then down to her curves, she had spent a great deal of her youth trying to rid herself of her curves, wanting to be skinny like the girl's guys seem to fall for but no matter what she didn't eat how much she worked out, her curves were there and she learned to accept them. Her mother used to use that word as a way to torture her youngest child and only daughter. It was her mother's nice way of saying fat. She told her no man would ever want her if she didn't shape up. It took a long time to get those words out of her head but Mercedes finally loved herself and her body. If only she could get someone else too, mainly Sam. She knew the women he dated and she didn't stand a chance.
Mercedes left the bathroom, cutting off the light as she went into the adjoining bedroom and climbed into the queen sized bed and stared up to the hand blown glass chandelier with crystal drops and then to the fireplace that was an 1850 french tapestry, her father gave her free reign to renovate and sense she couldn't travel to Paris, so she decided to incorporate a French Flair when redoing it. Countless times she's imagine Sam there with her. He wouldn't mind living in a hotel because she would have given it such a homey feel and because it was less than five minutes from his restaurant.
But he thought of her as a little sister, while she thought of him as her knight in shining armor, her prince charming, the man she secretly loved since he saved her from having to go to the sophomore dance alone. She had assumed Cameron put Sam up to asking her but when she asked him he just grinned and said that it was all him.
Mercedes hadn't been able to contain her happiness at that point, until she remembered that she couldn't dance. Ignoring that good natured hits and thoughts from Cameron, Sam proceeded to teach her to dance. The night of the dance was the most magical night for her. He gave her a corsage and acted as if it was a real date. She even talked him into playing the guitar for her. She knew he played, but only ever heard everyone say how great he was and wanted to hear for herself. Every strum hit her heart. Sam was the most amazing guy she had ever met and loving him was the easiest thing in the world for her to do. The hug he gave her was almost as good as a kiss. She knew that night that Sam truly cared about her.
Whenever she had a problems he always went to Sam, he was always there for her, always on side, always in her life and now he might be gone forever. Everyone knew he was next in line to get married. It was only a matter of time before his mother threw the woman in his path whom he couldn't resist...just as she had done with Simon. When that happened, Mercedes would lose the any chance she had with Sam, any chance of him noticing her. He was the kind of man who would love a woman deeply and completely. Once he found his soulmate, it was all over for her and there was nothing she could do about it. She would lose him forever.
"Yep seems like a pipe is busted alright." Burt Hummel said as he looked at the wall."
Sam sighed. "Are you sure? I mean I mopped the water up and it's still dry...maybe I was wrong?" Sam said looking at him.
Burt looked at Sam. "Do I tell you how to make your dishes?"
"No sir?"
"Exactly, so don't tell me how to do my job. I turned the water off when I first got here right?"
"Oh."
Sam glanced past the guy and ran his hands through his hair. "How soon can it be fixed?"
"Depends on what i find when I get in the wall, in the meantime, you won't have water."
Panic ran through Sam. "The restaurant can't run without water."
"It won't have to don't worry, they are on different water lines."
Sam sighed relieved, but then shook his head, "I can't stay here without water."
Burt looked at him. "You could for a while, but I said I am not sure how long the job will take until I open the wall. I can be here when you get home from Church right before the early dinner rush comes in."
"Okay I will be here. This couldn't have happened at the worst time."
Burt nodded. "Just like car troubles, plumbing problems seldom happen at a good time. Its why Hudson- Hummel and Sons stay in business."
"I suppose you are right. I will see you out…"
Sam opened the door and lead the older man down the stairs. "Thank you for coming."
Burt smiled. "Keep that thought in mind when you see my bill. I will see you tomorrow."
"I'll try. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."
Sam watched the man leave and turned heading back upstairs. He stood in the doorway staring angrily at the toilet. He was tempted to go to the wall with a hammer himself to see the damage but he figured he might make things worse. In the meantime he needed a shower and a place to stay. His mom was out as soon as the thought came to mind. She had three empty bedrooms but she would have women lined up at the door from the moment he woke up and at this point he wasn't sure he wouldn't succumb to their advances.
Obviously he couldn't go to Simon as he was still in his honeymoon phase. Stacy, who he called when he first found out about the leak, while having an extra room she turned it into a walk in closet. He had friends but it was close to one in the morning and just because he was sleeping single didn't mean his friends were...except for Cam.
Sam reached for the phone then let his hand fall, Cameron might have gotten lucky with the beauty he left the party with. Pulling out a duffel bag from his own closet he began to pack. During the summer the area hotels were booked solid. Maybe by the time he finished he would have figure out where he was going to spend the night.
"Casa de Serenidad, House of Serenity, how may I assist you?"
Sam sighed as the woman came on the line. "Cameron or Duncan Jones please." Sam moved the bag on the bed and sat down. Once his bag was packed, Sam had realized it was unlikely that either Cam or Duncan brought a woman back to the hotel that they were sharing. No man worth his salt would do that, neither would they disrespect Mercedes that way. Mercedes had crashed at their place on the floor growing up as did they when they stayed with him, so it wouldn't hurt to do it again.
"I am sorry sir they checked out."
Sam's initial surprised had faded. The hotel and town had too many memories for them, but if they checked out that meant their room was empty until the next guest checked in. "Ms. Jones please."
"I am sorry sir but Ms. Jones is off duty, can the night manager assist you?"
Sam rubbed the back of his neck. "This is Sam Evans, a family friend and can you please connect me to her its an emergency."
"Certainly Mr. Evans."
Mercedes came on the line almost immediately. "Sam? Is everything okay?"
"No, but you can help me with a major problem I have, a pipe burst in my bathroom and the water is off. Since Cam and Duncan left I thought I could throw myself at your mercy and have their room for tonight?"
"Of course, but another guest is set to arrive this afternoon."
"That's okay, I just need a place to crash and take a shower."
"Oh." she said sounding strange. "I will call the front desk. It's the Conquistador Suite. One of our best rooms."
"Thanks but you don't need to go all out. Like I said I just need a bed and a shower."
"Sam it has that and a lot more. I will see you in a bit."
Sam stood from the bed grabbing his bag, "You know you don't have to get out of bed right?"
"Sam, have I ever told you how to run your restaurant?"
Sam shook his head with a smile. "That is two times tonight that I have been politely told to shut up. Mr. Hummel did before he left and now you."
"I love Mr. Hummel."
"You should, his son is your best friend, speaking of which have you heard from Kurt?"
"Yes the other day, he is loving Paris, even met a fellow traveler."
Mercedes sighed. "I will tell the front desk to expect you. It's the room to the immediate left of mines."
He knew her room because he had been in and out of it hundreds of times when her father was the executive manager. Since he retired though, Sam hadn't gone back. "Thanks Merce, I really appreciate this."
"You have come to my rescue so many times, it's about time I get to come to yours." she said.
Though Mercedes was popular in high school, everyone knew her or of her, she had few prospects when it came to the opposite sex. Sam, though being two years older always seemed to tell her that guys her age were just dumb. "I was happy to come to your rescue Merce."
"I know Sam, I will be waiting."
Sam nodded saying bye as he hung up, unaware of the smile plastered on his face.