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I clench my jaw as my my boss yells at me, "DAMN IT, SHAWN I NEED SOMETHING BETTER THAN THIS, YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND YOUR JOB IS AT STAKE BECAUSE OF YOUR LACK OF WORK!" He shouts at me and I feel my heartrate increase, my mouth going dry as I try to keep my silence.

I stayed up day and FUCKING night to get this article turned in. It took up all my DAMN time. I got in fights with Y/n because I was ONLY focused on this shit, JUST TO GET FUCKING YELLED AT? FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

"This is pathetic. Get the hell out of my office Shawn," My boss spits and I quickly sit up, the chair making a loud noise as it falls back, "Boy you better come back and pick that damn-"

"I FUCKING QUIT," I grab my badge off my belt and turn to the stubby man who yelled at me and throw it directly at him, "FUCK. YOU!" I shout and his lips part as I huff out, turning and going back out the office, shoving the door open as I exit the building practically fuming. Ignoring everyone who tries to talk to me, feeling my face hot red as I jog to my car, quickly getting into it. I grip my steering wheel, my knuckles turning white, my thoughts running wild as I punch at the wheel.

"FUCK." I shout, swiftly starting the car as I squint at the darkness of the road, pulling out the parking spot and driving quickly out the parking lot.

I think of Y/n. Of what shes wearing. Of what shes doing. Of what shes thinking. Of what she tastes like.

Pressing down on the gas, I recklessly make my way to the house, my anxiety driving me wild as I continue to think about Y/n. I want to touch her, i want to kiss her, i want her.

Weaving between cars and through traffic, I take a sharp left, ignoring the continuous honks as I almost run into cars, "FUCK!" I shout, pressing even farther on the gas, as I roll my window down, feeling the wind on my face as I zip down the road when I finally see the neighborhood come into view. I take a glance at the dashboard, the time, 2:41am, I have to wake her up.

When I get in front to the house, I stare at the house, seeing none of the lights on when I feel myself shift uncomfortably. I look down and see the boner pushing at the fabric of my pants, damnit. I quickly take out the keys and leave my car, slamming the door as I think of the arguement I had in the office, my heart pacing as i realized I dead ass quit. I quit.

Where is she?

I take out my keys again, putting them into the door as I'm welcomed to the familiar smell of the house when I see the petite body I'm so wanting to come down the stairs groggy, just being pulled out of sleep. My face relaxes but my fists stay clenched as I shut the door. She rubs her eyes as she looks at me, yawning, "Hey," Her voice is so quiet and raspy, I love it. I love her. But the feeling, I just cant get over my anger.

"Hey honey," I move towards her as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, staring blankly at me. I reach for her, she steps into my embrace as I look at her body.

"Are you okay?" She asks and I lick my licks, trying to calm down as my heart doesnt slow down. But I feel my muscles untense, "Shawn?"

"I uh," I clear my throat, looking away from her as I shift, grabbing her hips as I pull her closer, "I'm having a problem," I tell her and she furrows her eyebrows, "I need you," I shrug, telling her honestly and her eyes go wide.

"What do.. what do you mean?" she stutters as I grip her waist, biting my lips as I step on one of the stairs, leaning farther into her.

"I had a really really frustrating day baby," I sniffle, my eyes meeting hers as I try to be as honest as possible without sounding like an asshole, "And I need some assistance, mkay?" Her face mellows as she looks more awake, I start to feel the anger boil over.