Two days later on a Thursday night, I'm in the bathroom of my new room, changing into my black laced lingerie.
As I walk down the stairs to the living room, I see Shawn walking through the front door, straightening his jacket.
'Mr Mendes?' I walk down the stairs a little faster and look if Elijah is around.
'Ah, Celina. I was looking for you.' He responds.
I smile and stand still in front of him. He grabs my hand and drags me with him through the living room in the direction of the Blue Room.
'I'm sorry, but I have other clients to attend to.' I say, pulling my hand away from his.
'What do you mean?' He looks confused.
'You are not my only client. I have regulars that made an appointment. The only day you can just walk in is on a Friday. You have to make an appointment, Shawn.'
He blinks a couple of times, thinking. I bite on my lip, not sure if I can just walk away or not.
'I'll pay you double.'
I take a step back and raise my eyebrows.
'I have three clients today. Double is not going to cut it.'
'How about this? I will pay you enough for two days and you will only sleep with me today and tomorrow. Cancel all your other clients?' He asks.
'I can also just get you another girl if you--'
'No. I want you.' He interrupts me.
I sigh deeply, considering his proposal. The chances are I'm going to lose some of the regulars since I just saw them sitting in the living room, but his proposal sounds very appealing.
'Three days and we have a deal.' I say, putting one foot in front of the other and raising my chest a little bit.
His eyes travel to my cleavage and he smirks.
'You want to have sex with me three days in a row? Are you sure you'll be able to handle that?'
'I can have sex with you five times today and handle it. Can you?'
His eyes darken and he looks at me with a smirk, walking to me and grabbing my arm. He drags me with him and I stumble on my high heels.
Our footsteps echo through the hallway as he walks to the Blue Room.
'The room is not available.' I say. 'Walk to one of the Red Rooms.'
For a moment I forget Shawn doesn't know where the Red Rooms are.
'This way.' I say, walking in front of him.
He follows me quietly into the Red Room, but as soon as I lock the door behind us, his whole demeanour changes.
He steps closer to me, forcing me to step back until my back is against the dark red door. I feel his hot breath on my skin and I inhale sharply, the palm of my hands pressed against the door.
'Since the moment I saw you, I can't seem to get you off my mind. And honestly, I don't want to.' His big hand rests on my chest and his face is just inches away from mine.
'But your tone at the pastry shop...' He chuckles and looks down for a moment. 'And that attitude?'
'I guess you have to do something about that, don't you think?' I ask, my voice shaking.
'Maybe I will?' His darkened eyes meet mine.
His index finger traces over my face and he stops at my lips, his thumb softly pushing on my lip.
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Fanfiction| ON HOLD | The always so sweet Shawn Mendes turns out to have a dark side that he only shows to her. He trusts her and sees her as the only escape from his always so busy life. What if the man walking into the place where she works and lives turns...
