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Chapter Five

"Who has you smiling like that?"

Mercedes put her phone down looking at her cousin Tisha. "It's just work." She answered, taking a sip of her mimosa.

"Work, have you smiling like that? Hmm…" Raina said, shooting her a look.

"I bet it's that guy, the one all over the internet." Tisha chimed in and the two girls laughed while Mercedes shot her mother a look.

"Girls, we're here to spend time as a family. Stop bothering your cousin." Whitney, their mother said, earning an appreciative smile from Mercedes.

"Oh come on, she plastered all over the internet with this hot white guy and we can't ask anything?" Raina whined.

"No you can't ask anything, just enjoy your time before she has to leave." Whitney replied, shooting a look at her daughter that made her sit up straight. "Now, tell me about this album."

Mercedes perked up. "Well, it's a mix of RnB and Soul, I wrote a lot of the songs and when I go back I'll be shooting my first video."

"OH MY GOD! You're Mercedes Jones!"

Mercedes turned and saw a young woman holding up her phone. "I heard your single and it was like you were singing my life!"

Another woman moved to her. "Can I have your autograph? Please?"

Mercedes smiled. "Sure." She said, standing and walking over to the women.

Trisha rolled her eyes. "Is she seriously doing this?"

Kerry looked at her daughter, smiling. "I'm proud of her, she's finally using her God-given talent for something."

"I agree, this is a huge thing for her." Whitney added, squeezing her sister's arm. "I still remember her putting on little shows when she was a little thing."

Tisha and Raina both rolled their eyes, watching more people start to crowd around their cousin. "Let's take a picture." Tisha whispered to her sister, pulling out her phone.

The two girls posed so that Mercedes was in the background and took a series of pictures before each posting to their socials and tagging her.

"Okay, sorry that just recently became a thing." Mercedes said, sitting down.

"Guess you think you're a big star now, huh? Tisha asked mockingly.

Mercedes shot her a confused look. "I don't think anything, I just know it's a part of my job now."

"Didn't look like it was a part of your job, it looked like you were enjoying yourself."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "I am still the same me, Tisha."

Tisha laughed. "Really? Because we invited you to my friends baby shower and you refused to even show your face."

"Show my- Tisha I have a show, I have a job, and showing up to a shower of a person I don't know isn't on my list of things to do. I love you guys, you are my family, things may be different now but I am still me."

Raina frowned about to speak but Terry spoke up. "Speaking of your career, were you ever gonna tell us you got a man?"

Mercedes looked at her mom. "I-what? I…" She froze not knowing what to say, thankfully Santana chose that moment to call her. Excusing herself she answered on the third ring.

"Yes Santana, what do you want?"

"I wanted to know if you took care of the situation, people are dying to get an exclusive on Mercedes Jones boytoy."

Mercedes sighed. "He's not a boy toy, he's a man, and I will let you know after tonight. So just let me fix this."

"Fix this? Girl that picture of you is still trending! Forget the fact that you look sexy as hell in that dress, the two of you together screams love. People love sex, money and love. You hit the trifecta with this one."

"I… he's really private San and he might not even want to do what I ask. He has such a boring, serious job so this could affect his work."

"He is dating a soon to be superstar, he's gonna have to get over that if he will be joining you on the red carpet."

Mercedes shifted. "No, that's not how this is going to play out. You have control over a lot of things but this is mine. If he doesn't want to do it then so be it but I won't force him either."

Santana sighed. "Fine, we can make some exceptions, I mean Tom Holland doesn't go to Zendaya's red carpets and people love them. We can make it work."

"Well, I'm not on her level but exactly. Anything regarding Sam will go through me first and only." She replied before cursing under her breath when she realized she said his name.

"Just out of curiosity does this Sam have a last name?"

"No. Now I have to finish lunch and then find something to wear for dinner tonight."

"Wait!" Santana said. "Before you hang up, please remember that you are now in the limelight, so be mindful of where you go and what you wear."

"Okay okay I got it."

"I'm serious, ya girl is good, but not even I can spin a moo-moo and a fanny pack."

"Santana!" Mercedes laughed. "Even I wouldn't wear something like that in public!"

"I'm just saying…" she laughed. "Call me later."

"I will, thanks San." Mercedes said before hanging up and going to sit back down before stopping.

SE: It's black tie, by the way.

MJ: What's black tie?

SE: Dinner. I'll have a dress sent over.

MJ: You don't even know where I am or my size.

SE: You're forgetting we went shopping together and there aren't many Joneses in Upstate. I have a meeting, don't bother arguing.

MJ: Excuse you! Since when did I give you control over what I wear? Next you will be telling me how to wear my hair!

SE: You know I prefer it wrapped around my fist. See you tonight

MJ: [Message Read]

Mercedes blushed, putting her phone down as Trisha stared at her.

"I'm sorry Mercedes, are we boring you?" Trisha spat looking at her.

"What is your problem? You've been on one since we got here." Mercedes spat back.

"I don't know what you are talking about Mercedes, I have been pleasantly nice all day, you are just so busy being Ms. Diva to notice." Trisha said innocently.

Their mother's shared a look, knowing they would need to end brunch before things got out of hand. "Alright, I think we have to head out… Raina needs to get to the dress shop for a fitting." Whitney said sadly.

Mercedes sighed, picking up her purse as she stood. "Yeah I should be getting back too. It was great to see you again, Aunt Whitney, girls."

Raina rolled her eyes. "You're not even going to offer to pick up the ticket? Some celebrity you are."

Mercedes pulled out her wallet. "I am so sorry you are in a…financial bind Raina, I didn't know you couldn't afford brunch, of course I will pick up the tab, what is family for?" She said sweetly.

Mercedes' mother shook her head. "That's not necessary, Whit and I are treating." She said, hoping to ease the tension.

Trisha rolled her eyes. "It just doesn't seem fair you two have to spend your hard earned money when Mercedes generously offered. Seems to me fame doesn't pay much these days."

Mercedes bawled up her fist before opening her wallet and grabbing all the money she had in there. "Here! Happy? There's at least three grand, go buy a better fucking attitude!" She spat, turning to walk away but stopped. "Oh and another thing, you were given the same chances I was but you two are too damn unlikable to get out of your own way."

Both girls dropped their jaws as Mercedes walked away. "Well that was rude as hell." Raina spat.

"But at least we got three grand." Trisha said reaching for it, but Kerry slapped her hand away.

"I don't think so, that is my daughter's money." She said taking it and putting it away. "Whitney, I will call you later."

Mercedes sat and her vanity, knee bouncing as she looked at the dress Sam sent over. Apparently, being super rich was only one of his super powers. He'd managed to figure out exactly where her parents lived and had not one but three dresses sent over, they were all dated too. One was for tonight, the other for two nights from now and the last for a week from now.

She looked at all three dresses and they were… elegant. She texted him asking what the other two dresses were for but so far he hadn't replied. Attached to the dresses were a pair heels, jewelry and a note.

Tonight's note read:

You know my feelings on PDA and I know how you are about rules so for tonight these are your rules:

No panties

No perfume

No phone

She had read the note ten times and hated how turned on she'd become. Her hair and make-up was done quicker than she anticipated and now she was just waiting for time to pass.

Considering all the time she and Sam spent together for his brother's wedding, she shouldn't be nervous but a host of feelings played in her mind. Part of her wanted to wear panties and perfume to spite him, but a bigger part of her wanted to give him exactly what he wanted. In truth it was something more, something deeper inside of her that she was not willing to admit.

Mercedes was toying with her necklace when her mother let her know a car was here for her. Grabbing her bag, she thought about taking her phone, but she trusted Sam enough to leave it home.

Stepping out the house, she smiled at the man standing at the back door of the all black SUV.

"Ms. Jones?"

Mercedes nodded, lifting the hem of the gorgeous dress, it was a gorgeous spaghetti strapped light green dress that clung to her curves with a slit up the side and the gold open toe heels matched perfectly. As she stepped into the SVU, she used her mirror to make sure she looked okay.

She fixed the diamond teardrop earrings that he gave her and a matching necklace, her hair was bone straight half up and half down with a tendril on the sides of her face. Her subtle makeup gave her a natural look though her lips were matte red.

"Ms. Jones." The driver said, getting her attention. "Mr. Evans wants you to put this on."

Reaching forward, she grabbed the item and immediately shook her head. "Who the fuck does he think he is? Christian Gray? No, you call him or send the damn Bat signal and tell him I did not spend hours on my hair and make-up to ruin it by putting on a blindfold!"

The driver chuckled, before handing her a phone. "Feel free to tell him yourself."

She quickly snatched the phone. "This asshole has lost his damn mind." She muttered before tossing the phone aside remembering she didn't have his number. "How does he expect me to call him without his damn number?"

"It's the only number programmed in the phone."

She narrowed her eyes on the driver. "You two are in on this together, aren't you?"

Letting out another laugh, he shook his head. "No ma'am, I'm just doing my job though he did say it would be entertaining."

Mercedes rolled her eyes as she started to call him but decided in that moment that he was probably expecting her to do just that. He wanted to get a rise out of her and she'd be damned if she'd played into his game. She knew he was gonna make her earn this but there was no harm in making him sweat a little too so instead she looked down at the blindfold before putting it on.

"You let Mr. Evans know, that whatever game he's playing, I will win."

The ride to the restaurant was taking longer than she expected and she was completely clueless as to where she was being taken. She had almost fallen asleep when the car came to a stop.

She sat up and moved her hands to the blindfold, but someone cleared their throat. "He wants you to wear it inside." The driver said.

"He wants me to do what? I can't even see!"

"Ms. Jones, don't worry I will guide you inside.

Mercedes hesitated before nodding. "Okay but the second something shifty happens, I'm putting these paws on you!"

"Yes ma'am."

Mercedes felt his hand grab hers, she sighed stepping out of the car. Nervously letting him hold her hand as her heels clicked on the ground.

"Now there are six steps here, so let's just take them one step at a time."

"Okay." She breathed as he guided her up.

"Okay, stand right here. And give me a second."

"Wait, take this thing off of me."

"Mr. Evans will be here to remove it shortly." He said.

Mercedes rolled her eyes, folding her across her chest as she waited, tempted to remove the blindfold. That is until a chill ran down her spine.

Her body felt Sam before her brain could even compute what was happening. She couldn't sense where he was, however when his lips brushed her shoulder, she had to bite back a moan. The man played way too much.

His lips moved from her shoulder to her neck and she tried her best to stand still and not react.

His lips ghosted her ear, nipping at it. "This dress looks even better than I thought it would."

He said as his hands caressed her sides, landing on his hips. "I could eat you for dinner, and I bet you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

She didn't say anything, knowing that's what he wanted but her body still shivered at his touch and she had to swallow the moan that was begging to be freed.

Sam smirked as his left hand moved to her slit. "You don't have to talk, I know you, I know your body. I can feel it reacting to me." His fingers danced up towards her core, and her breath hitched.

"I bet you are dripping for me, dripping wet waiting for me to touch, taste." he whispered.

Mercedes pursed her lips together, as his fingers moved closer and closer. God she wanted him to just push her against the wall.

"Hmm I could have my way with you right here and right now, push you against the wall and fuck your brains out, and you would let me wouldn't you?"

Mercedes' body began to vibrate and the longer she allowed him to tease her the harder it was for her to remember why she was even there. She needed to regain control over tonight otherwise she would end up on her back or stomach with him buried inside of her.

His finger grazed her clit, causing a moan to leave her lips as he pulled back and took the blindfold off of her. "But it's time for dinner, so let's go eat."

She blinked, looking at him before shifting to adjust herself. "Your little show was cute but this is a business meeting, that will be the last time you touch me… tonight."

Sam smirked, grabbing her hand. "You're not in charge, kitten. You need me, remember?"

She scowled. "Correction, I need you to repay a favor. Nothing more and nothing less, you're the one acting like this is some damn Nora Roberts novel." She replied, allowing him to guide her into the biggest dining room she'd ever seen. She could tell just by how everything was decorated and set up that it was going to be a long and very tempting night.

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