The Mistress

Chapter Three

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That Morning (SAMS P.O.V):

As I drove the 12 miles back to my house I counted all of the times I had let Mercedes down; 32 to be exact but then I counted all the times I had asked if she was okay 68 in the past three weeks. Then, I proceed to count the times I had said I in my past thoughts: 8. Now to some that may not seem like a lot but it was. And it is because of those Is that turned my car around and headed back to her hotel. Of course, I had asked if she was okay but never had I asked if those feelings ate away at her at night when she was alone in bed, made her question her worth or made her feel like she was rotting on the inside. It was the exact reason that I unlocked her room door and took my place beside her and clung to her as she cried.

"No." She yelled as I tried to console her but I ignored it anyways and spilled little loves into her ear.

"I love you, Mercedes. " I'd say.

"You and I." I'd declare.

"Forever." I'd promise.

I told her what I felt when she gave me the chance and rubbed her back when needed.

But as she calmed down I felt the overwhelming need to kiss her and I did. Then I laid her down and asked permission, which she granted, and made love to her as if it were our first time.

I did it gently and made sure it was drawn out as a metaphor of our love and I didn't leave until I absolutely had too.

But as I left I felt the need to stay and she told me not until I was divorced and I promised that it would be soon.

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BLAINE POV.

I was currently sitting on the couch listening for the third time today as Kurt told me to give Mercedes her job back and I wanted to but it was bad for business.

" You're being selfish B, she has no job which means no income which means no money! Mercedes is taking care of two kids and she needs every check she can get." He said packing back and forth.

"I know but it's so bad for business. This is a family business and no one wants to stay and allow there husband around a mistress Kurt."

He stopped and looked at me with squinted eyes as of he didn't recognize me.

"It."

"Huh?"

"It. You called our friend of 8 years it. Her name is Mercedes, Blaine." He said sitting in the chair closest to the door with a cup of wine in one hand and his head in the other.

" I didn't mean to."

He looked over at me and rubbed his hand through his recent sex hair.

" I'm gonna go stay at room tonight."

"Oh well, you know what to do," I said tossing him the keys but he tosses them back.

"No a different one. I need change. Ill see you later." With that, he stood and walked out.