**Chapter 1: Deception in Hollyoaks**

Freddie and Grace sat on the couch, pretending to be the perfect couple. But behind the façade, Freddie couldn't help but feel suffocated by their relationship. He glanced around the room, his eyes locking onto Mercedes, who was sitting across from them with Warren. Her gaze met his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Mercedes and Warren had been together for months, but she had grown to despise him. His arrogance and condescending attitude had worn off, revealing a self-centered and emotionally unavailable partner. As she smiled at Warren, her mind wandered to Freddie, and the way he made her feel. The two couples decided to have a dinner party together, and as they sat down to eat, the tension was palpable. Freddie couldn't help but notice the way Mercedes' eyes sparkled when she laughed, and he found himself drawn to her. As the night wore on, Mercedes excused herself to go to the bathroom. She sent Freddie a text, her words dripping with seduction: "Can't stop thinking about you. Meet me in the garden at midnight." Freddie's heart skipped a beat as he read the message. He tried to brush it off, telling himself he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Mercedes was interested. At midnight, Freddie snuck out of the house, his heart racing with anticipation. He found Mercedes waiting for him in the garden, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "You know what I want," she whispered, her voice husky. Freddie shook his head, trying to resist. "Mercedes, I don't think this is a good idea." But Mercedes was relentless. She stepped closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I've been thinking about you all night. I want you to touch me." Freddie's resolve crumbled as Mercedes' hands roamed over his body. She unzipped his pants, her fingers wrapping around his cock. "Oh, Freddie," she moaned, "I've missed this." As they stood there, the world around them melted away. Freddie gave in to Mercedes' charms, his mouth crashing down on hers. They shared a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing in a seductive rhythm. Mercedes pulled back, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I want to take you inside." They made their way to the shed, the sound of their laughter and whispers muffled by the walls. Inside, Mercedes dropped to her knees, her mouth wrapping around Freddie's cock. "Deepthroat, baby," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. Freddie groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. "Suck it harder, Mercedes." As she obliged, Freddie felt a rush of pleasure. He was in trouble, and he knew it. But he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to Mercedes like a moth to flame. Their affair had begun, and there was no turning back. How would you like the story to proceed?