Something a little small and sweet before I commit to another story.
Enjoy lovebugs ;)

She'd done it Mercedes Jones had officially completed her first worldwide tour. Her tour began in Europe and ended in her home in Los Angeles, California. She had been through rough nights, sometimes no sleep, lots of backstage drama, and the press hounding her for the better half of a year due to this tour and she was so excited that it was finally over. No more sleeping on buses, or eating whatever was quick and healthy to preserve her health and voice. She was now on a three-month-long break before she had to be back in the studio for her next album. Until then though she was free to sleep, relax, hang out with friends, and just be content without moving. Her career had been all about hustle and momentum ever since she started and now she was looking forward to a much-needed break.

"Merce are you coming out tonight?" One of her background dancers asked her as she came to the group to get their celebratory shots.

"No, I am going home and heading straight to bed but I will be sure to visit you all tomorrow. So without further ado thank you all for being on this journey with me, I know it was demanding and a lot of hard work but we all did it, so bottoms up." Mercedes spoke. Everyone cheered and took the shot down their throats before throwing them away. Mercedes headed to her dressing room and grabbed her things before placing on her sunglasses and converses and heading out the backdoor to her car. She handed her bags to her driver, Patrick, and went to sign a few autographs for a few fans, and take photos before getting in the car.

"So Miss Mercy going anywhere special?" Patrick questioned as he changed the gear and put the car on the road.

"Oh, Patrick just home for tonight, and you know you are getting three months off as well," Mercedes answered.

"Well, Miss Mercy, I can get you there, and I appreciate the time off, now I can spend time with the grandkids a little longer than I anticipated,"

"Hm, how are they?"

"Just perfect, my wife though spoiling those little things rotten," Patrick smiled.

"Well, that's what you guys are there for." Mercedes and Patrick kept up a conversation until they reached her penthouse. She loved this place she thought it was going to be too big when she first purchased it but it was perfect. The middle level served as the living room, kitchen, and common area, then downstairs there was her entertainment room, and studio where her bar and cinema room were stored, then the final floor on top was home to her bedroom area. She loved the place and couldn't see herself parting with it anytime soon.

After Patrick helped her with her luggage she entered her humble abode and left her bags down on the floor promising to get them later. All she wanted to do was head to bed and get sleep in her actual bed not her tour bus one. She grabbed the mail from her small table and walked through the house not paying attention but she jumped when her light was switched on and she heard the familiar deep voice.

"Welcome home Mercedes Jones," Sam Evans smiled at her. Sam was her ex-boyfriend, and at this moment in time ex-friend. They had known each other through high school and even dated for a short stint but ultimately broke up because Mercedes wasn't ready. Then when they reconnected in LA they dated again but Sam was too immature. He was such a flirt, and Mercedes wasn't in the business of sharing and when Sam couldn't be serious she simply broke up with him. She hadn't seen him since a few months before she went on tour and she wasn't expecting to see him right now in person. Let alone in her house sitting in her chair with his legs crossed still looking as sexy as ever.

"Sam, what the hell are you doing in my home?" Mercedes questioned as she looked at him.

"I came to speak with you, not many can pull off a worldwide tour and still look as sexy as you do," He answered as he stood and walked over to her. Mercedes rolled her eyes and headed downstairs where her bar was located because she was definitely going to need a drink if Sam was going to be at her home and not leave.

"Whatever, I haven't seen or spoken to you in months and you come into my home unannounced," Mercedes bit back as she pulled down a glass and her bottle of vodka pouring it straight into the glass, and took it back.

"So are you going to say that you didn't miss me, didn't miss us," Sam smiled as he looked at her get frustrated?

"No, not really because even when I was with you, you didn't miss me at all or even acknowledge that we were in a relationship. Does the name Charlie Darling ring a fucking bell to you?" Mercedes hissed. Charlie Darling was an older photographer that Sam used to have on his arm before he and Mercedes dated. Mercedes's issue with the situation though was that even when she and Sam were dating, and interviewers would bring her up he would simply laugh and imply that there was something more. The final nail in the coffin was when she caught wind of a photograph of them together at a restaurant where she was whispering in his ear, and Sam smiled. When she confronted him about it he simply laughed it off and acted like it wasn't a big deal.

"I thought we got past that, Charlie was just a bedwarmer baby," Sam smirked.

"And if you need her to warm it up again then go after her, because I just want to go to sleep in my bed alone," Mercedes argued. Sam simply smiled and slowly made his way over to her and trapped her between the wall of liquor and his body. Mercedes looked up at his eyes and noticed that they slightly darkened, Sam dipped his head downwards to the side of Mercedes's neck and licked her erogenous zone causing Mercedes to gasp out in shock. She hadn't been touched in she didn't know how long her little friends had only been able to do so much, and as much as she wanted to do this with Sam she wasn't sure she should.

"Don't fight this Merce, because I know that you missed me, and you know that I missed you, and Charlie isn't a factor only thing I care about is the woman right here in front of me," He whispered in her ear as he peppered kisses on her neck.

"But you still fucked her," Mercedes whined.

"Are you going to penalize me for every girl that I've fucked, because in that case, I have lots of making up to do," Sam whispered as he flipped them around and placed her on the counter.

"No, I am not going to penalize you for every girl that you've had sex with but I am not going to stand here and let you have sex with me when you tried to act like Charlie was just some fling." Mercedes pointed out, that in the midst of her speech Sam had reached down and kissed her thighs that were barely covered by her black skirt, and before he could go any further Mercedes pushed him back by his shoulders.

Sam stood and looked at her, "Because Charlie was just a fling a clingy fling. That photo was her whispering that she could do things to me I could have never dreamed about and I laughed because I know and you know that you have completed more of my deviant fantasies than I can remember. I never wanted her as much as I wanted you. I crave you, I breathe you and you have been gone for so long that I have been miserable. I want you and only you to wake up to me in the morning."

"Sounds like a load of bullshit to me," Mercedes bit out as she rolled her eyes. Sam looked at her with a knowing gaze and stepped closer to her and grabbed her ponytail to pull her head back so they could make direct eye contact. In fear of falling back, Mercedes reached out and placed her hands on Sam's impressive abdomen.

"Now I have I been nonchalant about other bitches in the past yes, have I acted as if I was an immature asshole, but I have never once ever lied to you. And I don't plan on starting now or ever," Sam explained as he watched Mercedes bite her lower lip.

"What if I am seeing someone," Mercedes pointed out. Granted it was a lie but she didn't want to completely lose this argument.

"I know you aren't because no man will ever make you feel the way I feel, and make you feel as good as I do. No man could ever give you multiple orgasms in a single night, and no man will ever be me. You got another excuse or do you want to just to skip to the good part, of this night where I have you withering for more under me, on top of me, and in front of me." Sam smirked.

"You are so damn cocky, it's irritating," Mercedes answered. Sam smiled down at her and pulled her in for a kiss. It was different typically they were hungry and had the aching need for more but this time it was filled with love, pure, unashamed, genuine love.

"I missed you," Sam whispered.

"I missed you too," Mercedes whispered back.