Disclaimer: Brace yourselves into hating me by the end of reading this chapter. I tried to keep true to the original author's intentions for character development, and that is why I chose to include the disturbing beginning and the frustrating ending. As always I don't own much of this story, JT Schultz and RIB deserve most of the credit. I wanted you all to know that I enjoy reading your reviews for some of you I can't reply back, but I really want you to know that I thank you for taking the time to write your thoughts that sometime mirror my own, and I am like who is writing this story me or you. Thanks again for all the follows, favorites, and reads. You are the reason these stories get posted and don't just stay inside my fertile imagination.

Chapter Seven

Noah had unfortunately spent his night in drunken dissipation. Neither his wife nor his other side chicks would give him the time of day. Who knew that Kitty, Brittany, and Sugar all went to the same gym and attended the same Zumba class? Once they found out about him, they had cut him off cold turkey. Normally on nights that he could get away from home and didn't have a lady friend, Noah knew he could always hang out with Sam. Sam had been extremely busy since he married Mercedes, and Noah decided to go bar hopping on his own. After the last bartender in the bar he visited threatened and fulfilled his threat to cut him off, Noah sat at the bar stool in a drunken stupor and knew he couldn't go home to Rachel in his state.

The bar that he was in was owned by a friend of his and Sam. Lauren was a retired wrestler who had come back to Lima to live after having a successful career in the sport. Lo's Bar and Grill was usually the last place he went to drink because Lauren had told whoever was tending the bar to make sure he never got pissy drunk and to send him in a cab to Sam's place because she didn't want his wife and kids to see him in his usual maudlin state.

Now that Sam had married, he only came to Lo's Bar and Grill when he was meeting with a client and not for social drinking with Puckerman. Lauren made sure she had Sam's new address on file, and when she was notified that Puckerman was in her bar drunk as a skunk, she had called the cab herself to take him to Sam's. She had tried calling and warning Sam, but all her calls were going straight to his voice mail. So, she left him text as soon as the cab drove off hoping that Sam would be at his home to tend to Puckerman and to help sober him up.

Mercedes was so busy working on a song that she didn't hear the doorbell ring at first. When she finally did hear it, she figured it was either Stacie or Tina coming to check on her since she hadn't returned either or their calls. She went upstairs to open the door without even bothering to look to see who it was.

A chill ran down her spine when Noah Puckerman came inside her home. She didn't feel comfortable having him in her home without Sam around, but she decided to be nice. "Hello, Noah, Sam is not here, so I am afraid you will have to come back by if you want to see him."

During the cab ride to the house that Sam had never invited him to, Noah began to feel anger consume his him. Before he married Mercedes, Sam and he were thick as thieves. Now, Noah barely saw the man, and it was if their friendship meant nothing to other man who he thought loved him like a brother. Noah listened to Mercedes and was shocked to find out Sam wasn't home. "I find it kind of strange that since you've been married you spend more time alone than with your husband. What is Sam out working late again? He is too busy to be a friend and too busy to be a husband." Noah said stepping closer to Mercedes.

Mercedes could smell the alcohol coming off of Noah, and she knew that she had to get him out of her home. He had an unholy glint to his eyes, and his speech indicated that he was drunk enough to be dangerous. "Sam will be home in a minute. He just went to Mike and Tina's while I was downstairs working in my studio." Mercedes told him trying to get between him and the door either for her to leave or to push his drunken ass out her home.

Noah may be drunk but he wasn't stupid. He could see what Mercedes was up to. She couldn't lie worth shit. "I don't believe a word you saying. Why don't you admit that Sam hasn't been satisfying you as a husband should?' He asked her before stepping even closer to her and using his fingers to touch and caress her face.

Mercedes didn't know where his disgusting hands had been, or she would have turned her face so that she could place her mouth on his fingers and bite his digits off. The smell of him, the feel of him, and the thoughts of his skin in her mouth made her want to vomit all over him. Swallowing hard she told him, "Don't you ever touch me again you drunken jackass!" As soon as she said these words, Noah gripped her upper arms turned her around against the wall then he pushed up on her. His tall and muscular body was going to be almost impossible to break free from. He may be drunk, but he was also strong as hell.

"Please, I am begging you. Let me go." Mercedes tried another tactic hoping that hearing her voice whimper in surrender that Noah would loosen his hold. Never in her life had she wanted Sam Evans to come home as much as she did now, and she didn't think he would be returning soon which was causing her to panic.

"I can't wait to feel those dick sucking lips of yours on my cock as I fuck your mouth and then I will flip you so that big juicy ass is in the air, and I will take you doggy style. I bet Sam is all soft and gentle with you. I know girls like you want it rough. You want me to go all of 50 Shades of Gray on you. Don't you?"

Noah had lost his mind, and true panic began to course through Mercedes' soul. "I DON"T WANT YOU. LET ME GO!" Mercedes screamed and began to struggle against Noah's body.

When Mercedes began to squirm against his body, Noah felt his erection for her get even harder. She was soft and petite unlike his fitness obsessed wife and ex-girlfriends. She was made for him. He was going to tame Mercedes. and she would be crying out his name in pleasure. "Keep on struggling, that little body of yours feels so good against mine."

As soon as she felt his erection and then heard his words, fear and revulsion hit her like a crashing wave causing her to stop. "I am a happily married woman, and I am sorry that you are obviously not happily married to your wife, but I would rather die than have you touching me." Mercedes was out of mind struggling with Noah that she didn't hear her door opening.

"If you don't take your hands off of my wife right now, I am going to kill you Noah Puckerman." Sam said in a voice that was animalistic and cold as ice. He knew if he touched his former friend that he would be serving time in jail. When he came into the house, he wasn't expecting the image of his wife being trapped against the wall by his former friend, and when he heard the words coming out of her mouth, he had to calm himself down because he knew more than anything else that he wanted to kill Noah.

Noah was surprised; he was so focused on Mercedes and her body that he didn't hear Sam open the door and come in behind him. He let Mercedes go and watched as she ran into Sam's arm. He saw that Sam wore a lethal expression and knew that if he said or did the wrong thing he wouldn't be leaving the Evans' home with his life.

"You are going to apologize to my wife, then get the hell out of our home, and never return. If I see you ever even look in her direction, or God forbid you lose your mind and talk to her, I'll press charges against you, myself after I beat the hell out of you in a fair fight and not a one-sided brawl with a drunk." Sam had left his cell phone in his car when he was inside the Chang's home. When he heard Lauren's voicemails and got her text, he rushed home because he didn't think Mercedes would let a drunken Noah in her home. He knew Noah wouldn't have the sense to have the cab driver wait to see if he were at home, so he figured he would find his drunken friend on his doorstep. Instead what he found had Sam so angry that he if could get away with murder and not rob his former friend's children of a father, he would have gladly severely maimed or killed Noah Puckerman.

"Come on man, I didn't mean anything. I am just drunk and horny. I am your friend Sam. Bros before hoes is what we always said." Noah tried to get Sam on his side afraid of what Sam would do to him.

"You are not my bro, and you are definitely not my friend. I am so tempted to call my dad, my mom, Mercedes' mom the judge, and her father, and have you lose your job and sent to jail for aggravated assault. The only reason why you are not in a police car right now is because I know my wife, and she wouldn't want her name tarnished if the paparazzi found out about what happened tonight."

"Sam don't let Dwight know or your mothers. I would lose my job, kids, and wife. You know Rachel doesn't work. How would my family survive if I get arrested?" Noah began to whine and complain like a baby.

Sam was right about Mercedes not wanting anyone to know about what happened tonight. If he had kissed her, fondled her, or God forbid raped her, she would have press charges regardless of her celebrity status. She really hoped and prayed he was drunk out of his mind, and this wasn't a repeated MO for him. "You need to grow the hell up Noah Puckerman. Your actions and your actions alone have already cost you a friendship with Sam, and I don't even know Rachel, but I do know that she deserves better than to have you as a husband."

Noah felt like a child being chastised by his parents. He knew he had to apologize to Mercedes so he told her he was sorry, but his drunken mind couldn't keep him from being honest with Sam. "I just don't understand how you ended up married to her. She is totally different than anyone you ever been with. She is the opposite of Quinn."

The last thing Mercedes wanted to hear was Noah's doubts about why Sam had married her. She knew she wasn't a super skinny model type and was black, which was the total opposite type of all the women Sam had dated. So, she enjoyed her food, she was physically fit, and she didn't need to bow down to society's pressure of thinking that thin was the only kind of beautiful.

"And do you know that is exactly why I chose to marry her, now get the hell out of my sight before my fist ends up on your face knocking your teeth down your throat which should shut your big ass mouth." Sam couldn't keep the anger from spewing from his words as he balled up his fist knowing that he was so close to losing control.

"I can't believe you Sam. We have known each other forever, and you are going to let this little bitch come between us?" Noah said shaking his head in drunken disbelief.

Rage consumed Sam and before he knew it he had lunged at Noah and threw him against the wall and had drawn his fist to smash it into his face, but he felt Mercedes hand cover his own. "Believe me as much satisfaction that it would give me to have you beat the alcohol out of him. I don't want blood staining my Persian carpet. In other words, he is just not worth it. You are the better man, and I don't want you bringing yourself down to his despicable level. I am hoping it is just the alcohol talking, but if he says these things while sober, I give you my express permission and blessing to kick his sorry ass."

Sam turned their hands over as to hold her hand in his. He counted down from ten a strategy he had to use when dealing with his mother, and calmed himself down before growling at Noah. "Get your drunken ass out of my home. I hope you have your cell phone on you because I am not calling you a cab or your wife to come pick you up." Sam opened the door and glared at Noah.

Noah just shook his head in disbelief and backed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Mercedes let out a sigh of relief and took her hand from Sam feeling emotionally drained.

"Mercedes…" Sam began to say only to have Mercedes crumble into his arms shaking from the aftereffects of having Noah trying to force himself on her. "If I hadn't shown up…"

Mercedes took a calming breath and realize she would have gotten free by using the self defense technique of S.I.N.G. (Solar Plexus, Instep, Nose, and then Groin) and got her dogs to bite the hell out of Noah if he would have put his slimy lips anywhere on her body. She told Sam this and then said, "You would be back at the courthouse with me facing assault charges, and Noah would be in the hospital. It is partly my fault for not looking to see who it was before I opened my door. I have to admit my part in tonight's disastrous events."

"This place is highly secure. You have cameras everywhere. Why did you open the door?" Sam really wanted to know. He was proud that she knew how to defend himself, but she was in her rational mind now. If she was paralyzed with fear, would she have been able to save herself from Puckerman? He didn't know, but he hoped and prayed she would have been, or those damn dogs would have heard her scream and somehow broken out of his former office to rescue her.

"I had been downstairs recording a song, and I knew both your sister and Tina were probably concerned that I hadn't returned their calls, so I foolishly assumed that it was one of them at the door. I will never make that assumption again. I have learned my lesson. What are you doing back so soon? I didn't think you would be coming back at all tonight."

"I know I haven't been around much, and I completely overreacted tonight. This is your house, and if you want to make me sleep on the couch, then it's your prerogative. If you want to get another dog or pet snake, then it's your right, you don't have to come to me and ask my opinion. I left because you accused me of cheating. It hurt me to think that you thought I would jeopardize our freedom to quote you for some pussy." Sam admitted.

Well, I am glad you are not upset about the dogs. I am in this 4800 square foot house, and I get lonely. I can only spend so much time with Tina, Stacie, and Kurt. They have their own lives you know. And I am sorry for being so crude."

"And I am sorry for avoiding you."

Mercedes was so glad that he admitted that he had been avoiding her. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. "Why were you avoiding me Sam?"

"You know that I am very attracted to you even though I haven't told you or shown you lately. I have been avoiding you because I am so much more attracted to you than I have ever been. I knew that if I was around you for an extended time and we were alone, that I would do something that would be considered to be extremely idiotic."

"What would you have done?" Mercedes asked.

"How about I show you rather than tell you." Sam said as he encircled her waist with his arms and lowered his head to kiss her the way he had dreamed of kissing for weeks. Sam couldn't stop the kiss from getting out of hand because of the way Mercedes melted like liquid gold into him. She wasn't fighting the kiss, and her lack of inhibitions caused Sam's hold on her to tighten.

Mercedes literally was getting weak in the knees from Sam's kiss. It was if he had awakened every nerve cell in her body. She was under a spell. Sam had her completely ensnared in a seductive web, and she was resisting him at all. When he ran his tongue over her lower lip and used his teeth to slightly bite the plump flesh, she couldn't help but to open her mouth. As soon as her mouth opened, Sam wasted no time in entering his tongue into her mouth intertwining his tongue with hers.

Sam could feel Mercedes' nipples hardened into stiff peaks beneath her bra, and he was tempted to remove her shirt, tear away her bra, and put his mouth on the nipples and suckle her until she was moaning in his arms. Sam knew that she was a virgin and taking her up against the wall in her foyer wouldn't be a smart move on his behalf. He had to calm himself down and tear his mouth away from hers before he totally lost control. "I am sorry." Sam whispered when he didn't realize that his hands had already made their way to caressing her breasts.

"What are you apologizing for? If it is for the kiss, then you need to hold your breath because I love the feel of your lips on mine. It felt as if I was made to be kissed by you our mouths complement each others."

Sam's wide mouth broke out into a grin. "I was most definitely not apologizing for the kiss. In fact I plan on kissing you a lot more."

"That might lead us into temptation and down the road to trouble."

"I know that there is no way that I can remain married to you for the next sixteen months and be able to keep my hands off of you. I dream and daydream about the kiss we shared when we got married all the time. I didn't think my dreams could be real, but after kissing you today, I realize that no dream or memory can compare to the actual feel of your lips on my own."

"I feel the same way Sam. I was really hurt with the distance you put between to us."

"Would you be happier if we spent more time together?" Mercedes nodded yes in response to Sam's idiotic question. "I have to be the most stupid man in the world. I don't know how you could ever forgive me for being such an idiot."

"It is just lucky for you that I happened to like you…when you are not being an idiot that is."

Sam loved her feisty nature and couldn't stop himself from grabbing her arm gently and leading her to her bedroom. Sam had never really been in her bedroom before, and instead of paying attention to the décor, he was losing the battle to keep his hands from her body and his mouth off of her lips. He gently nudged her knees to the back of the bed which caused Mercedes to fall on the bed behind her. He sat down beside her on the bed for only a moment before he had lifted her up to straddle his waist.

He waited for her to struggle to tell him no as she got comfortable. All Sam could do was look at her beautiful face. He studied every detail from the molten heat making her brown eyes darken in lust to her lips that were still slightly swollen from his kiss earlier bypassing her little button nose. He would imagine himself like this in her bed every night, and he hadn't slept well for weeks with thoughts and dreams of her constantly in his mind. Having her this close to him in the flesh and not a dream was making him hot with need for her.

Mercedes thought she would be filling uncomfortable with Sam intently staring at her face. It was if he was committing every feature she had to his memory. The disconcerting feeling left her when she could see in his eyes an answering desire to her burgeoning passions. She took the initiative and lowered her mouth to his in a kiss that was soft, sweet, and gentle.

Sam was okay with Mercedes' innocent kiss until she rubbed her tongue across his lips and began to use her teeth to slightly nibble on his lower lip mirroring his actions from earlier. And just like earlier, he opened his mouth and couldn't stop his tongue from entering her mouth. Sam began to rub his hands all over her upper body as he savored her mouth enjoying the feel of her teeth with his tongue and making sure no part of her mouth went unexplored.

Sam tried to go slow, but it was impossible soon his hips were mimicking his tongue as he began to make love to her drawing his tongue deeper in her mouth as he groped for the bottom of her purple T-shirt. He only paused in kissing her to remove the shirt over her head. He then began to suck on her neck not able to get enough of the taste of her skin. She smelled so good and taste so good wherever his tongue swept across her skin; she was just so addictive that he couldn't get enough of her.

Mercedes couldn't stop her heart from beating so wildly. She could hear her deep breaths as she struggled to regulate her breathing. Sam had given her so much pleasure that it eclipsed the tiny pain that she had felt earlier. She didn't stop him when he laid down on top of her surrounding her with his warmth as he ran his fingers through her hair bringing her face towards his so he could lazily kiss her.

"That was amazing and long overdue." Sam whispered into her ear when he could breathe again lifting his heavy body off of hers.

"Un huh," was all Mercedes was capable of saying as she looked at Sam. His handsome face basked in pleasure made her wonder what she looked like.

"I say Round Two needs to happen after I run you a bath in your Jacuzzi." Sam said feeling himself begin to harden as he pictured Mercedes soaking in her bathtub.

"You are going to have to carry me around tomorrow if we do Round Two because I doubt I can walk straight now." She admitted to him with a shy smile on her face.

"I promise to be gentle if we do anything else tonight. You are just so addictive and apparently I can't get enough of you." Sam admitted drawing her eyes to his erection as he pointed out his problem to her.

"Well, I am sure that we are intelligent enough to think of creative ways to help you with your addiction." Mercedes told him giggling when he picked her up in the fireman's lift and carried her towards the bathroom.

Mercedes sat there while on the phone talking to Tina and stared at her two doggies fighting with each over a toy. Tina was so nosey asking if Sam had taken her advice and kissed her as soon as he got home last night. "Not that it is any of your business, but yes we kissed."

"I can tell by your voice that you two did more than kiss. Did he go down on you? Inquiring perverted minds have to know the details." Tina said trying to figure out why Mercedes was being so reticent in sharing. She told Mercedes everything about her sex life and had even bought Mercedes her first vibrator and gave her an instructional video on how to use it.

"Tina that is so personal, but yes he did go down on me as well as put it on me so good that even after soaking in my Jacuzzi last night and this morning, I am still a little tender and not walking with my normal gait. Is that enough information for you?"

"Thank you God, Mercedes finally got some! Yes! Yaaaas! Yaaaas! Tell me it was good tell me that those puffy lips of his gave you oral pleasure even if his dick didn't do a great job because of your virginity."

"Tina, I swear I don't know what I am going to do with you. I will just tell you this, and this will be all I have to say about last night, and that it was so good that he gave me not one not two but three orgasms." Mercedes said unable to keep the smile off her face at those memories of sexual bliss she experienced in Sam's arms.

"Hold the phone. I am glad you saved yourself for marriage girl because your description of your first time is the first time every girl deserves to have; those limped dick dudes you dated in past would have left you hanging, and you would have had to pleasure yourself. Now that the annulment is definitely not an issue are you two going to try to make your marriage work?"

"I don't know Tina. We barely know each. Sexual compatibility is a big part of marriage, but not the only part, and I don't want to rush myself into any long term commitment with Sam. We obviously have communication problems, and I think that it is best that we take the time to see how things go, because I really don't want to have my heart broken by him."

"Well, you won't know unless you try it, and besides I think you and Sam are the perfect couple. Mike and Sam are becoming best friends, and you and I are best friends, and I think it would be cool if we could be those couples who go on vacation together and not have issues when we want to do things together because one of us doesn't like the other's spouse. I am just going to put it out there in the universe that any couple who has as much sexual chemistry as the two of you are destined to be together."

"Tina, you need to slow your roll and stop planning our joint vacations. Sam and I married, had sex for the first time, and now we are becoming friends, so I think our next step is to date and get to know each better as potential partners and not just as friends."

"Girl, you and he are doing everything backwards."

"Well, you know the two of us and can you see us doing anything normal considering the way we met and why we had to marry in the first place?"

"Whatever Mercedes," Tina said in an exasperated tone.

"Whatever Tina you know you love me. I better go, I have to get dress and meet Sam at his office. We are leaving from there and going to a restaurant. Sam wanted to drive my car so badly that I agreed to pick him and let him drive my baby, so this might very well mean I am falling in love with him."

"You won't even let me nor Mike drive your car, and you trusting him to drive your car after the way the two of you met, let's me know that I don't think you are falling in love, because I know you are already there."

"I refused to listen to you and Stacie telling me I am in love. I think I would know if I loved Sam or not. I wish I could talk more, but I have to get ready. I will call you tomorrow okay." Mercedes told her friend as they exchanged goodbyes, and she began to get ready for their date.

As soon as Mercedes walked into the building, she couldn't explain the prickles that went up and down her spine. She knew that it was probably because she feared running into Noah Puckerman. As she made her way towards Sam's office, she was delighted to find Brittany alone at her desk. Brittany told her that Sam was in meeting, and that he had told her when she came to wait for him in his office. Mercedes did just that, and now thirty minutes later, she felt as if she had been waiting forever when she heard the knob on the door began to turn.

"Oh, Sam I have moved back from New York, and I have a little lacey surprise for you."

Mercedes turned around in Sam's chair and looked at the woman who had just entered Sam's office. She had on six inch stiletto heels, a trench coat, and apparently not much else underneath the coat. The woman stared at Mercedes as she stared at her, and Mercedes could tell that she had caught the woman off guard.

"Well, you certainly are not my Sammy Sam."

"No, I most definitely am not. Who in the hell are you?"

"Oh, I'm Marley, Sam's girlfriend—well one of them anyways. I was the only one allowed the title although he has dated a lot of women since I moved to New York because of my modeling career. One can't book a lot of jobs in this little backwater."

"I see." Mercedes said not able to stop comparing herself to the woman standing before her and noticing that what Noah said last night was true. This woman was her complete opposite.

"So, who are you?" Marley asked wondering why Sam wasn't in his office. Noah had called her and told her Sam was willing to do whatever it took to get her back and that she was to come straight to his office after he heard she was in town visiting her mom from his wife Rachel.

Before she could answer, Sam came into the office and the first word out of his mouth was "Marley."

Seeing that Sam wasn't going to introduce her to his 'girlfriend', Mercedes gathered her belongings and walked towards the door where Sam stood. "I was just leaving." She told the model before looking Sam in the eye and telling him, "I will see you tomorrow."

"Merce…" Sam began only to stop when he saw her turn her back to him and leave his office in a fit of anger.

She looked from behind at them, and said in a snarky voice, "Please take Mallory out to dinner, I heard you had reservations that I am sure they are about to cancel because you are already so late." Mercedes purposefully called Marley by the wrong name and let Sam know that their dinner date was definitely cancelled. She thought anger and being petty was a better response than crying. She would not cry over Sam Evans.

She could feel his eyes on her as she got on the elevator. She didn't care that he didn't run behind her. Oh who was she kidding? He didn't chase after her because he had already hit it and quit it with her and was going back to his girlfriend who accepted his philandering ways. No way in hell was she sharing a man. She was going to divorce him as quickly as she could. She didn't care how long it took, but she was ending her marriage to Sam Evans. She hated Sam Evans. Hating him was better than hating herself.

I promise to resolve this hot mess immediately in the next chapter, so don't think I am heartless to leave you hanging like this for long; you know I won't let Noah's plan to break them up succeed. Sam and Mercedes are both smart despite their actions, they will get it together.