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"Sam," Mercedes groaned as she tried to put on her shoes, but Sam refused to stop kissing her sweet spot, "It is nearly nine in the morning, and I have to go."

"At least fifteen more minutes," Sam whined as she continued to put on her boots.

"No, I have a studio session at noon, and I promised your sister that she could come with me. Also, I now have to get breakfast for my mom and me because I will be doing the walk of shame in my own apartment." Mercedes answered.

"I don't think you have any reason to be ashamed after the way I put it down," Sam whispered in her ear. Mercedes rolled her eyes and stood, kneeling on the bed and pulling Sam in for another kiss.

"I have to go. Be good, and maybe just maybe, I'll find you for an amazing time." Mercedes teased.

"I love those odds. Bye, baby," Sam spoke as Mercedes grabbed her things.

"Bye, Sammy," Mercedes said sweetly.

Before getting back to her apartment, Mercedes stopped and got donuts to at least try and throw her mom off the scent of Mercedes sneaking out for sex. She quickly tiptoed back into the apartment and was ecstatic to see that her mom was still asleep. She placed the donuts down on the counter and snuck off to the bathroom to wash off the countless hours of sex. When she exited the bathroom, she saw her mom watching TV on the couch.

"Good morning, Mommy," Mercedes cheered as she went to the kitchen to grab a donut.

"Hey baby, so you sneak out of the house to go get sex now," Melinda asked as she followed Mercedes to the kitchen.

"What are you talking about."

"Babygirl, I am no fool. I woke up in the middle of the night, and you were not on that couch. In fact, your keys were gone, and the couch still did not look like you slept in. Baby, it's fine if you sneak off for late-night booty calls."

"I'm sorry, mama."

"Girl, it's fine. In fact, I need to get ready because Mary and I are heading out today, leaving both for you and Sam to have as many booty calls as you please." Melinda teased as she walked to the bathroom.

Mercedes knocked on Sam's front door, and Stacey opened the door in a hurry. She was dressed in a pair of overalls with a light blue long-sleeve shirt under it.

"Hi, Mercedes. I am super excited about today." Stacey said frantically.

"Well, Stacey, I am glad you are excited we will have so much fun," Mercedes replied. She smiled as her mother, and Sam came to the door.

"Alright, I am off to go be with Melida. You two stay out of trouble, Stace listens to Mercedes, and Sam has no rage. I love you all. See you later." Mary spoke as she smiled at Mercedes and left. Stacey went back into the house, saying she forgot something, leaving Mercedes and Sam in the foyer of his house. Mercedes reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"My mom knows I snuck out last night," Mercedes revealed.

Sam chuckled, "My mom let it slip that she knew too, but I don't regret it. My people are leaving tomorrow, so before you know it, we can go back to having amazing sex in our own houses."

Mercedes replied, "I don't know hotel sex is fun." Before Sam could reply, Stacey returned downstairs and practically snatched Mercedes from Sam. They said brief goodbyes before they drove off, and now Sam was alone in his house with his father. Speaking of his father, he hadn't seen him since last night, so he headed down to the living room, and sure enough, there was his father sitting on the couch and watching the sports show as he drank a glass of water.

"So, it is only us today," Sam said as he sat in the chair across from him.

"Seems about right," Dwight answered, keeping his eyes trained on the television.

"How come you don't push Stacey the same way you pushed and continue to push me.?" Sam asked out of nowhere. Stacey was a gymnast and a damn good one, but his father never critiqued her. It was like he actually let her enjoy the sport and make the mistakes. Not with Sam, though. Sam remembered when he had an awful game during his freshman year of high school. He had signed onto a team with kids older than him by two to three years. In the first game, he missed passes, couldn't track back on defense, and missed all his shots. This resulted in him being put on the bench for the second half. After the game, his father said nothing to him, and Sam assumed his father would discuss his misfortunes the next day. However, at three in the morning, his father barged into his room, telling him to get dressed for practice and get in the truck. Not wanting to upset him, he did as he was told and got in the truck, where his father drove him to the ice skating rink, where Sam did straight conditioning. His father made him do over 100 suicides and 100 gassers and jog the perimeter of the rink over 100 times. By the time it was time for them to go, Sam was excited and puked three times that day before he had to go to school. After school, he wasn't better because his father made him go to weight training, where he had to lift weights, and his body was exhausted. Finally, when he was home for the evening, he crashed into his bed, and his father said to him when he came for dinner that if he ever had a bad game like that again, this would be the end result.

Dwight looked at his son, "Stacey doesn't need the extra push. She knows that being a gymnast might not be the end goal of her life, and she is okay with that, so I am okay with that. However, you didn't know what you wanted to do."

"Because you didn't let me figure out what I wanted to do. You made hockey life."

"I did you a favor, Samuel. If it weren't for me, none of this would be here. You wouldn't have this house, the brand deals, the money, the fame, or even your precious Mercedes. You should be thanking me instead of questioning my tactics." Dwight hissed out before leaving the living room, leaving Sam alone.

"OK, Artie, this is Stacey, Sam's sister, and I was hoping that you let her shadow you for today's recording session?" Mercedes explained to Artie with a glee-filled Stacey beside her.

"Of course, why don't you head into the booth, and I'll get her familiar with the knobs and stuff," Artie replied. Mercedes headed into the session listening as she looked over the tracks she and Artie had to record today. Looking over at Stacey, she noticed how focused she was on this ordeal and how much she seemed to be paying attention. When she got Artie's thumbs up, she placed on the headphones and started singing to the track. Nearly three hours later, they were done with most of the songs, and now all they had to do was go back and fix background vocals. After the session, she took Stacey back to Sam's place but didn't want to leave the girl alone because she couldn't find her dad or Sam. She texted Sam to see where she was, and he told her that he was out with Mike for the day and Dwight was still at the house. So once Stacey confirmed that she had an adult with her, she headed out of the house back to her apartment.

Sam had gone to Mike's house, and he spoke to his friend about everything that his father had said, and he stayed at Mike's for the majority of the day. By the time it was six pm, he had decided to leave. However, he wasn't ready to go home yet. So he went to a local bar near the hockey stadium and ordered a glass of whiskey. As he sat there trying to think about his shitty life, his shitty dad, Spencer Porter, walked over to him and took a seat.

"You know we got a game tomorrow, Evans. You should be at home resting up. More specifically, resting on that Mercedes chick." Spencer teased.

Sam growled, "Shut the hell up, Porter."

"What did you guys break up? Maybe I should call her. I can only imagine how tight she would feel on my dick Evans." Spencer laughed. Sam snapped. He threw his glass of whiskey down, grabbed the back of Spencer's neck, and slammed his head down on the bar, breaking Spencer's nose. He pulled him back up and punched him in the face a couple of times before throwing him over the bar into the wall of drinks. Crashing all of the top-shelf alcohol into smithereens on top of a barely conscious Spencer Porter.

"Talk about her again, and I'll fucking end you." Sam hissed out as he walked out of the bar.

Mercedes was watching TV with her mom when Santana ran her phone.

"Hey San, what's up?" Mercedes answered the phone.

"Merce, you need to check on your boy. He fucking snapped." Santana rushed out.

Mercedes opened her phone, "What are you talking about, San? Sam is at Mike's."

"Mercedes, either he lied or was at Mike's, but Mercedes, this is bad. He went out on a whole rage war." Santana explained. Mercedes opened her search engine and typed in Sam's name, and sure enough, the headlines of his violence were on full behavior. The headline read, "Trouble in King Paradise: Evans v Porter Bar Fight.

"Fuck Sam, Mercedes muttered.