Sam Brock Evans was royally fucked.

His wife of nearly eight years had just served him divorce papers the night before with her name already signed. And it was all because she had thought he had cheated. However, that was not the case. Sam didn't cheat; his wife had walked in on his temp, straddling his lap at his desk. The temp had been making not-so-subtle passes at him for the entire three weeks that she had been working, and he had been meaning to speak to the HR department. However, the passes had gone from less subtle to outward harassment in the span of three minutes. His wife had walked in and made her presence known, and before she could get her hands on the temp, she had scurried away, and all of Mercedes Jones-Evan's rage had gone to Sam Brock Evans. He was, in short, royally fucked.

They had met when Sam had visited Tennessee for his best friend, Sebastian Smythe, wedding to his husband, Kurt Hummel. Sam was Sebastiana's best man, while Mercedes was Kurt's maid of honor. They had both given their speeches and eventually ended up talking the whole night. They hung up for the next two days until Sam had to head back to Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia. Sam had made his bread and butter as the CEO of his renewable energy company. He had managed to make more money than anyone could see in their lifetime, but his happiness was soon turned to Mercedes. She became the reason for his smile, and he was ecstatic when she made the jump from America to Queensland. The day she landed, he had proposed. Within two months of the engagement, they were married.

Now, his wife had made it known that she had moved out of their bedroom into one of the spare bedrooms in their ten-bedroom, nine-and-a-half-bathroom home. She hadn't spoken to him in three weeks, but only last night did she file the divorce papers. He knew in order to keep her with him that, he had to devise a plan to show that he had not cheated on her, but instead, he was pushed into a compromising position. Tonight, he was going to put it into motion.

Mercedes had just got off a very long shift of work. She was a model and an actress, and she had been on set for the past thirteen hours. She would have stayed in her trailer for the rest of the night, but she would have much rather just slept in her own bed. Well, technically, it wasn't her own bed because she had resigned to sleeping in one of her guest bedrooms since her husband had resigned to cheating on her.

When she had caught a red-headed whore straddling her husband, it was the like the wind was gutted from her. She was furious and, above all, heartbroken that Sam would do this. Sure, they hadn't had sex in nearly two months, but they had both worked so hard that they only had time to eat and then go right to sleep. It was something that she had grown to enjoy because they would still cuddle, but they just didn't have the energy for sex like they used to. However, never in a million years did she think that the man she had moved continents for would cheat on her in such a textbook way. She couldn't forgive cheating, so it was only right that she served him divorce papers. Once he signed, she would head back to America and stay at Kurt's old place that he had offered up once she gave him the details of her husband's infidelities. All she needed was for Sam to sign the fucking papers.

She had pulled into the driveway of their lavish mansion and walked inside. She had stopped short when she heard the TV running. She rolled her eyes because she knew Sam always left the TV on. It was a cute way of saying that he had made it home before her. She placed her bags and keys on the door table and went to turn off the TV. However, she stopped when she realized what was playing. It was the video of that day. The video of when her world came crashing down. She should have broken the TV and killed Sam for displaying her heartbreak, but she heard the words first before she could actually comprehend the actions. She heard Sam was a happily married man, and she heard the temptress keep pushing. She heard her husband reject the advances for the umpteenth time, and then she saw the whore sit her flat ass on her husband. Her jaw dropped. She had jumped to the biggest conclusions known to man.

"Mercedes Jones-Evans, I hope you know that I have no intention of signing those papers. In fact, they are in the shredder basket of the office." He smirked as he leaned against the door frame that connected the kitchen and the living room.

"Sam, I-."

"Don't I know what it looks like? I know that we haven't been intimate like we have in the past. However, sweetheart, you have to know that I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship or our love. Plus, I don't really like pissing off Kurt." Sam explained as he walked to his wife and pulled her into his arms.

Mercedes giggled. Kurt had told her how he had called the brunette adonis and basically called him everything but a decent human being. Not only that, but Kurt had promised that he would personally leave his humble abode and castrate Sam. Making sure to feed Sam to the first kangaroo he saw.

"Sam, I am so sorry. I just thought you had found me so unattractive, and I saw her. I just thought-."

"Baby," Sam interrupted her, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on. My heart only beats for you. That temp was just throwing herself at me, and trust me, there is a lawsuit going on. Apparently, I am not the only employer to whom this has happened."

"Skanky whore," Mercedes grumbled.

Sam laughed, "I don't want to talk about her anymore. I want to spend my time getting rightfully reacquainted with my wife." In one quick swoop, Sam had picked Mercedes up, and her legs were wrapped around her waist. They kissed each other romantically as they found themselves back in each other's arms. It was perfect. The romance that they had didn't fizzle out. It just needed a little push. He walked until Mercedes was sitting on the back end of their couch. He put her on her feet and continued kissing her as he raised up her dress and yanked down her panties. With his eyes trained on his wife, he took two fingers and shoved them inside of her tight pussy without any warning. She moaned aloud as his hands gripped his massive biceps.

"Sam!" She breathed out as he started to move his fingers slowly, dangerously.

"It feels good, baby, doesn't it." He whispered in her ear as he leaned down to her ear and his free hand wrapped around her neck.

"So good." She whimpered as his fingers hit her G-spot with a final push, "I need you, baby. I need it now."

He smiled darkly, "I love it when you beg like the slut you are." He pulled out his fingers and yanked Mercedes up till she was standing. He turned her around and bent her over the couch. Sam ordered Mercedes to hang onto the back of the couch as he undid his belt. She heard the buckle clank against itself, and a cat-like smirk appeared on her features as she knew what was about to come. Without warning, Sam pistoned his hips against Mercedes's thighs, and his thick nine, long inches found themselves in her warm, tight snatch.

"FUCK," She moaned as Sam started moving and paired it with a hard smack against her round ass.

"Fuck I missed you so fucking much," Sam growled as he continued to push himself inside. As he started to pick up pace, he moved his hand to the back of Mercedes's neck and had her pinned. "You look so fucking good taking Daddy's dick like this baby."

"Sam," Mercedes moaned aloud against the couch as she felt herself about to cum.

"Who's pussy is this baby?" He grunted.

"Sam." She moaned as he gripped her neck and pulled her flush against his chest so he could hear her.

"Say it louder. What's my fucking name?" He growled as he moved faster. He knew she was about to cum, and he was going to let her, but not before she said what he wanted to hear.

"SAM EVANS! SAM EVANS! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" She howled as she came all over him. If Sam hadn't been behind her, she would have fallen to the ground since she couldn't feel her legs. Sam picked her up, bridal style, and took her to their bedroom. He wasn't finished with his wife just yet.