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Mercedes had been in the studio for about four hours now, listening to new tracks that could potentially go on her second album and could be a few more singles she released. So far, she has already chosen eight picks for the second album and chosen two for singles. Whenever she came into the studio with Artie, she knew they were always going to be making magic because he had such a good ear for these things.
"So I was thinking on this one, it could be an uptempo R&B beat, give the audience another layer of yourself," Artie explained as he played the track.
"Yeah, if you send it to me, then I can start getting the song lyrics down and writing in what notes we can have riffs and runs," Mercedes replied back as she got a notification from her phone. She looked at the phone, and it was details for her date with Sam tonight, but the thing that spoke to her the most was the comment that insisted she wear something sexy. She rolled her eyes before tossing the phone on the couch.
"I take it, Sue, has pissed you off." Artie joked as he clicked away on the screen.
"Nope, just a certain hockey player that wants me to give him one chance."
"If it is Sam Evans, then don't let all that media get to you. The hockey players are typically the sweetest people on Earth, with the exception of them being on the ice."
She rolled her eyes, "It just needs to be one date. I don't need to be focused on him when I have a career right now."
"No one is saying falling in love, I am saying just give the guy a chance before you completely judge him. You might like what you see." Artie spoke.
"Who knew that the sound engineer and producer could be so wise." Mercedes joked.
"Whatever, you just make sure that you get those lyrics written out before Sue has both of our asses," Artie spoke as he sent Mercedes the link to the music.
"Don't I always." She teased as she grabbed her things. She dropped a kiss to Artie and gave him a hug before leaving the studio. As she got in her car, she received a phone call from one persistent Sam Evans.
"Hello, Sam Evans," Mercedes answered.
"I hope you aren't going to skip out on our date tonight," Sam replied.
She rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Also, I am having someone send some things over for you to wear tonight." He spoke.
"I can dress myself,"
"Consider it a perk," Sam spoke before hanging up the phone. Mercedes sighed, placed her phone down, and caught a nap in the car before her driver made it back to her home. Sure enough, there were packages waiting for her outside her door. she bent to grab them, took them, and placed them on her bed before unwrapping them all, and her jaw dropped.
Sam had sent the car to grab Mercedes about thirty minutes ago as he made sure everything was set up properly. He had decided that he wanted a private room with him and Mercedes so they wouldn't be disturbed. He knew of this restaurant that catered to that one specific thing, and once he had reserved the room, he was more than sure of his plan. He knew sending the boxes of gifts would be risky, but he knew that he wanted to try it out. He had his assistant send over a dress, heels, and some jewelry, but he was more excited about the lingerie that he sent for her to wear. He made sure to send a red lace corset lingerie with red lace stockings as well. He only hoped that she would at least allude to the fact that she was wearing them.
He received a text from his driver that Mercedes had arrived, and he walked outside of the building to go and collect her. When he made it outside, he opened the backseat of the car, and Mercedes popped out. She had actually decided to wear the dress. It was a black sparkly long-sleeved dress with a corset panel as the bodice, she wore the black heels with the red bottoms and the jewelry. Her hair was curled and framed her face perfectly, and her makeup was subtle. She looked amazing.
"You are stunning," Sam greeted her as he helped her out of the car.
Mercedes softened at the compliment, "Thank you." She spoke as he let her guide her inside. As they walked, Sam kept his hand placed on her back as he guided them to their private room. When they arrived, he let her sit in the booth first before he joined her.
"So, thanks again for agreeing on the date with me," Sam spoke.
Mercedes chuckled to herself, "Well, I didn't really have a choice, seeing that you are very persistent."
"I hope that didn't scare you off."
"If you sending me lingerie didn't scare me off, what makes you think your persistence will?" Mercedes replied.
A mischievous smirk rose to Sam's lips, "I take it that you liked it."
Mercedes took a sip of her drink, "I did. However, for future reference, I prefer black, brown, or blue." Sam shifted in his chair as he took a nice long swig of his drink.
"So tell me about yourself. How did you become this superstar called Sam Evans?" Mercedes asked.
"Well, really, I always loved hockey, and I just developed my skills enough to make it to the league. This is my third year, and I plan on making sure my team gets the championship for the third year in a row. My mom is really my peace; before every game, I call her and my baby sister Stacey, and they let me know I am going to do just fine. Everything I do is for them." Sam's eyes sparkled at the mention of his mother and sister.
"What about your father?" Mercedes questioned.
He scoffed, "Everything I do is in spite of him. Anyway, enough about me. How did you get into singing?"
"Well, I have been singing since I was younger, and I planned to just go to college and stay home, but my mom pushed me to come to LA and follow my dreams. So one night after singing at my job, I was discovered by Sue, and I have been in development since then, my album finally got released, so just like you, everything I do is for my mother, and everything is in spite of my dad." Mercedes answered.
"So we aren't as different as you think," Sam spoke again.
Mercedes looked at his eyes, never realizing how green, comforting, yet scary they looked, "I guess not." Sam looked at her brown eyes, and they were so innocent, pure, and inviting. They were polar opposites, he was a known hothead who could explode at the drop of a hat. In comparison, she was just so sweet and caring towards everyone. Without thinking, Mercedes leaned up and rested her hand on Sam's face. He leaned into her touch, grabbed her chin gently, and leaned in for a kiss. It was soft and innocent at first, but then he pulled away. However, Mercedes's hand looped around to his neck and pulled him again hard. It was like they were dueling for who could be stronger, but of course, Sam won. He picked her up and placed her on the table. Grateful they hadn't ordered any food yet as there was nothing he to push over. He gently moved, pushed her down on the table, and smiled at how willing she was to submit to him. He kissed down her soft skin, enjoying her gentle moans as she tried to keep quiet. When he made it to her sweet spot, he lifted up.
"Tell me more about yourself. The more you keep on talking, the more I'll keep going, but if you stop, I'll stop." Sam explained that before Mercedes could understand what he was saying, his lips were on her bottom pair, and she let out a guttural moan as this was new territory for her.
"Fuck. I'm an only child f-from Lima. It-It's in Ohio. My m-mom is set to visit me in like three months. I m-ight be able to go on tour soon. Oh my GOD!" Mercedes screamed as Sam was working magic with his tongue. She could tell that he was one of those kids who ate pudding cups without the spoon with the way he skillfully moved about. He kept her thighs apart, not letting her close them as he devoured her on the table. She was sure that lingerie was soaked as she caught glimpses of the red stockings sliding down her thighs.
"I've n-never d-done this before. SHIT!" She screamed, this time cumming, and Sam devoured it, not letting a single thing drop from him. He ripped a piece of her stocking and used it to wipe his face as he grabbed her hand and pulled her up to him. He kissed her face lovingly as she finally calmed down from her orgasm.
"I think you should let me meet your mom." Sam insisted as he rested his hands on her thighs.
Mercedes chuckled, "And what makes you think I will just let you meet my mother in three months."
Sam smirked, "I am persistent, remember."
"Yeah, that you are, and that was pretty nice of you to do that too," Mercedes said shyly.
"Do what?" Sam questioned, confused.
"What, you just did. No guy has ever done that before. They typically get what they want from me and then leave."
Sam rolled his eyes, "A bunch of assholes. Well, when you are with me, you will never have to worry about that." Mercedes smiled, leaned up, and gave him a quick kiss. For the rest of the night, they ended up eating and talking some more, learning about each other, and Mercedes had to admit she was wrong. While Sam was aggressive, he was attentive, caring, intelligent, and funny. However, since he played such an athletic and aggressive sport, he figured that he had to be aggressive. Once they were done for the night, Sam's driver took them back to Mercedes home. Sam walked Mercedes up to her door. Not wanting to go inside just yet because the night would end, she leaned against her door as Sam stood in front of her with his charming grin and his hands in his pockets.
They were talking when a man exited out of his door that was a few doors down from Mercedes. He was walking and intentionally bumped straight into Sam.
Sam turned, "Hey man, an "excuse me" or "sorry" could suffice."
"Fuck you, just say to me." The man spoke as he stalked towards Sam. Mercedes turned and unlocked her door quickly and grabbed Sam's arm.
"Sam come on, let's just go inside," Mercedes spoke. Sam took a calming breath and nodded towards Mercedes.
"Yeah, listen to your bitch and get your punk ass inside." The man growled. Sam turned and walked after the man, Mercedes's screams for him long forgotten as he pushed the man face-first into the wall. Sam slammed him so hard that his nose broke in one push, and his face was gushing with blood. Mercedes grabbed Sam before he could do more damage and pushed him inside. She locked the door and sent a text to her security that they needed to pay someone off ASAP. When she turned back to Sam, he was pacing the floor, and his green eyes had dropped nearly three shades darker.
"Sam, hey, look at me," Mercedes spoke as he stood in front of him and grabbed his face. His breathing slowed, and his eyes closed.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean for that to happen. Here I am just going to go." Sam insisted.
"No, Sam, you can stay."
"No, I have to go, I'm sorry Mercedes." Then he left, leaving Mercedes confused and worried.
