So lovebugs I have been MIA because I am making the transition from hs to college. YAYYY! I graduate on Friday and then after that, I will be preparing for my college journey. So I will make sure that I am still giving you guys these stories because I will never be over Samcedes.
Enjoy lovebugs :)
"His interview was amazing he has gained a good enough support back to propel him into stardom if he chooses to run again," Mercedes spoke aloud as she laid on Sam's bare chest. After their romp in the kitchen, it led them to her bedroom where they were lying and speaking to each other in the early hours of the morning
"But," Sam questioned as he pulled Mercedes so she could straddle him.
"But, that still isn't enough, he'll need something more, and he can't use the family man vote, because he doesn't have a family, if we hook him up with a woman that could propel him, but then we have to make sure race plays a factor. If he dates a white woman he can get all of the conservative anti-black women on his side, but if he dates a black woman, he could be on the cover of Essence, Ebony, Jet." Mercedes explained.
"But no matter who you set him up with he'll still lose a vote?"
"Exactly," Mercedes sighed. Sam sat up on his haunches and moved Mercedes's hair from her face as he kissed her gently.
"You Mercedes Jones are the smartest woman I know, and I know for a fact that you are going to figure this out," Sam spoke earnestly. Mercedes leaned into his hand and smiled at his words.
"Words of affirmation are one of my love languages."
"Want to know what mine is?"
"What." Quickly Sam flipped them over and gripped her thigh as she giggled and held his face.
"Physical touch." Mercedes hooked her legs around Sam as he kissed her neck and she moaned softly in his ear.
Penelope had snuck out of the bedroom away from Sean when she noticed her burner phone that she kept in her shoes was buzzing like crazy. She exited the room and walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet as she answered the phone.
"So is it done yet?" She whispered.
"How can I do my job P she is always working around people, and when I think she is alone that boyfriend of hers is always near, it is going to take me some time."
"Look, I don't have time, I need you to do your damn job," Penelope spoke on the phone harshly.
"P, if you want it done right then you will call the hell down, I'll call you when it is finished." Then the mystery person hung up.
Mercedes, Santana, Harris, and Artie were in the White House office discussing the course of action with Sean. More like Harris was explaining everything to Sean but Sean kept his gaze on Mercedes as she stared at her phone and her fingers typed away. He had a nagging feeling that she was speaking with Sam, and that killed him. How could she be able to speak with him while he was standing in the room?
"Leave me and Ms. Jones in the room please." He spoke, everyone perked up and looked between the two.
"Mr. President we need to be discussing the course of action," Harris argued.
"And we will but right now I need to speak to Ms. Jones." He insisted. So once the three left the room Sean was leaning against his desk while Mercedes sat on the couch.
"Is there a problem Sean?" Mercedes questioned.
"Yes, Mercedes we are in the middle of a meeting trying to save my presidency and you are texting."
"Oh now you want to save your presidency, after my team and I did all the work, now this shiny desk and these perks mean something to you."
"MY COUNTRY will always mean something to me, however, I don't think I can say the same for you."
"BECAUSE I AM NOT THE PRESIDENT! I do not have weapons, money, or an entire army at my disposal so why would I care? Are you this jealous and insecure over Sam?"
Sean scoffed.
Mercedes said, "No it is. You can't help that someone else could actually love me and not be afraid to say something, and that kills you, it kills you to know that you aren't at the forthright of my mind. It pains you to know that my happiness does not revolve around you. Sean, you are not the reason why I smile, you are not the reason why I want to be a better person it is him." Sean walked towards her with so much speed it shocked him he stood in front of her and gently held her arms.
"I am still in love with you, my happiness depends on you, and I don't want you with anyone else but me."
"Even if it meant if I was not happy with you?" Mercedes asked.
"Mercedes, I just-."
"No don't fucking touch me," Mercedes hissed as she yanked away from him, "I am with Sam now, and nothing is going to change that Sean." Mercedes stormed out of the office, and Sean took an empty glass and threw it across the room so it shattered on the wall.
Mercedes needed some air after the argument in the White House which is currently why she was walking a trail she found that led to a public trail. She enjoyed nature and she chastised herself for not bringing pair of tennis shoes as she walked. She knew she should be back at the White House soon but she knew that this was better for her. As she was walking down the trail she thought she heard a crunch coming from nearby she scanned her surroundings but noticed no one was there so she kept walking. Then she felt a leathered glove covering her mouth and her body being lifted as she weighed that of a feather.
Sam had wanted to surprise Mercedes for lunch so he was able to enter the White House and when he walked into her office and noticed that it was just her coworkers and not her. He knocked on the door.
"Hey I bought lunch is Mercedes around?" He asked.
Santana replied, "Last time we saw her guppy lips she was in the Oval with Sean, and it was a scream fest in there."
Sam squinted his eyes and dropped the food on the table before heading to the office. He completely bypassed Sean's assistant and walked into the room to find Sean sitting on the couch nursing a bottle of scotch.
"Have you come here to gloat about you and Mercedes?" Sean spoke bitterly.
"No I came to ask if you had seen her I checked her office and she isn't there," Sam answered.
"Well, she isn't here," Sean replied. Sam was about to ask another question when Artie burst through the room.
"Mercedes was taken." He huffed out.
"WHAT!?" Sam and Sean both screamed out at the same time.
He flipped over his Ipad and showed them, "She was walking the grounds after she left here and the last camera was able to pick up her getting snatched," He explained. Sure enough, there was Mercedes's back as a fully clothed person grabbed her and dashed off into the woods. Sam's blood boiled his deathly gaze turned towards Sean who looked just as appalled. Sam grabbed Sean by the collars of his shirt and shook him furiously.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!" Sam screamed in his face as he threw him to the ground.
"Sam you have to understand that I didn't mean for this to happen, if I would have known that she was going to end up in those woods then I would have never said anything at all to her you have to understand that." Sean pleaded.
"What did you even say to her, everything was fine, and you had to go ruin it. You stay the hell away from me." Sam hissed as he started for the door.
Sean begged, "Sam."
"No I fucking mean it, Sean, we might have been boys in the past, but she was innocent in all of this, and she doesn't deserve any of this," Sam growled as he walked out of the office and slammed the door.
Deion was sitting in his home office looking over his paperwork, when his wife, Francine barreled through the door.
"Sweetheart, what is the matter, you are shaking like a leaf?" Deion questioned.
"Sam just called me and Mercedes has been kidnapped," Francine spoke as her breathing increased.
"What, but she was working at the White House?" Deion said.
"She was but apparently she and Sean had got into this big argument which led to her taking a walk in the garden and there aren't any cameras or secret-service men in that area and she was taken," Francine recalled to her husband. Deion let his wife's explanation simmer in his soul, as he grabbed his phone and dialed a number.
"Code Red Six." Deion spoke gruffly on the phone. The room was silent and then Deion hung up the phone, as he opened his laptop and looked at the email he was just sent. It included live footage of everything from the White House and surrounding cameras. Deion may have been an asshole but the two women he never played games about were his wife and his daughter. He would kill and put up with the most inhumane torture in the world if it meant protecting them. So when they were messed with he was willing to go through hell with a smile if it meant protecting them.
"I don't know if this is a personal attack on us, so I am sending you to the safe house about five hours away from here." Deion spoke slowly.
"Deion, what about you?"
"Francine, you know the job, and you know what it entails I will be fine here, ok please don't argue with me," Deion whispered. Francine walked over to her husband and pulled him in for a long loving hug.
"Bring my daughter back home." She whispered.
"I will."
Mercedes remembered being in the gardens, then grabbed, then lifted into a truck where she got her lights punched out in the truck. She didn't remember getting on a helicopter where it took her to an unknown location, she didn't remember getting drugs into a small room and thrown on the ground. So when she woke up her head was pounding and her throat was dry. She stood up and banged on the door screaming at the top of her lungs.
"LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT!" She screamed. She heard footsteps and stepped away from the door, and a tall burly man with bulging muscles opened the door. He wore all black and he truly frightened Mercedes with his icy blue eyes, and his villain-like demeanor.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU ANYWAY!" He screamed.
"Let me out of here right this instant, if I am gone for the next three hours then-" Mercedes was stopped when she was punched across the jaw.
"You can not pull that high and mighty speech with me, so don't even think that you can. Your voice is already annoying as fuck so let's leave at that, and I'll let you use the restroom when I get ready. Now sit down and keep your damn mouth shut, no one can hear you out here anyways." He growled as he walked out of the door. Mercedes held her jaw and let the tears fall as she pushed herself up against the wall.
