𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥 | 𝐒.𝐌

8 | My Best Friend

We're laying on the bed and Shawn is holding me in his arms when his phone on the nightstand starts to buzz. He groans and turns around to grab it. When he picks up, I hear a male voice on the other side of the line.

'That's tomorrow?!' Shawn asks with shock in his voice.

He runs his fingers through his hair and I turn on my side, looking at his perfect naked body as he flexes his muscles. He sighs and tells the person on the phone it's fine and that he'll make it on time.

'Yeah, ok, bye.' He says before hanging up the phone.

Shawn starts collecting his scattered clothes from the ground and puts them on, he has a deep frown between his eyebrows and I can see that he's stressed.

'I'm sorry, princess, but I have to leave right now.' He says.

Where did all the "princess" come from all of a sudden?

'Why?'

'I need to go to the Met Gala with Camila and apparently that's tomorrow evening, so I need to return to the States now.' He says, closing the button of his jeans.

'Ah ok. Have fun.' I climb out of bed and grab my bathrobe.

'Have fun? That's it?'

I frown, looking at him with surprise.

'What else do you expect? It was fun last night, I'm looking forward to my paycheck and I hope you have fun with Camila at the Met Gala.' I try to hide the disappointment in my voice.

I walk out of the door of the Blue Room and close it behind me. Let's just blame the slamming of the door on the wind.

Yes, I am mad at him. First he says he wants to spend three days with me and now he suddenly has to go to the Met Gala with Camila Cabello? I mean, if he has a girlfriend why did he tell me he couldn't stop thinking about me? Why do I care about him? I really don't!

I quickly return to my room and lay down on my bed when I see no one is there. I close my eyes and decide to get some good sleep. Last night I slept when I was drunk and that's never a good sleep.

A few hours later, I wake up with moonlight shining directly into my room. I sigh and rub my eyes with the back of my hands before getting up to shower. I'm still tired, but I'm hungry too and I really need to eat something.

As I wander the hallways of the castle, I stumble into Mia. She studies my face for a moment. I drag her to the empty kitchen with me and tell her about everything that went down with Shawn.

'You didn't know he had a girlfriend?!' She asks, a little surprised.

'No, I didn't.' I roll my eyes. 'But it's not like it matters, I mean, almost every client of ours is married so I'm not going to create some moral code just because he's young and hot.' I tell her.

'You're right.' Mia turns the television on and looks up a video of Shawn telling the paparazzi that his relationship with Camila is not a publicity stunt for their music video Señorita.

'And even if you never see him again, so what? He has a nice cock? We got a lot more of those walking around here.' Mia laughs. 'Plus, you can always tell people you fucked Shawn Mendes.'

I chuckle.

'That's the whole reason why we get famous people here, Mia. Because we don't tell people who we fucked.'

'Also true.' She chuckles.

I sit down at the table and consider asking one of the girls to un-cancel all my regular clients. If I make a lot of money these two days, along with Shawn's payment I might be able to take the next week off and visit my grandpops for a few days.