𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥 | 𝐒.𝐌

10 | Nothing Serious... right?

Two days later, guess who shows up. Friday night, masked night, and he's here again. I pull at the sleeve of his gorgeous suit and pull him into the kitchen. Sky, who is taking the first bite of her omelette raises her eyebrow. I smile at her and take my eye mask off to scold Shawn for returning to London.

I purposely ignored him for two days even when he sent me a few - very funny - text messages.

'Is there customer service where I can complain about you? Because ignoring me - your client - is not great service if you ask me!'

He stares at me with a stupid smile on his face and all I can think of is kissing those beautiful lips of his. The beams of sweat on his forehead, his damp hair, his focused eyes... the things he makes me want to do to him.

'What?' I try not to laugh.

'You were going to tell me I shouldn't have come, I was going to agree with you, but hey, I'm already here. After that, I would stop your rambling by kissing you and you would take me to a room so I can make sweet, sweet love to you.' He smiles.

He is so proud of himself right now. I open my mouth to say something but Shawn grabs my face and crashes his lips onto mine. Fireworks explode in my stomach and my knees suddenly feel weak, but I still manage to push him away.

'So let's skip all that, shall we?' He says, grabbing my waist.

'No! Stop it! You know it's a big risk for you to come to London again!'

He thinks for a moment.

'But I came in London a bunch of times. How am I not allowed to cum here again?'

It takes me a couple of seconds to realise what he just said. I'm pissed at him and he is still making jokes, now I just want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

'Just take him with you and fuck him already!' Sky shouts, waving around with a piece of bread in her hand.

Shawn nods with a grin on his face and I grab his hand, pulling him out of the kitchen. I sigh while walking through the door.

Shawn tells me a few stories on our way to a room, but somehow I don't listen to any of it. I just nod once in a while or say 'mhm' to make sure he won't make me pay attention.

I put my hand on the doorknob of the dark purple door and Shawn frowns when we walk inside. There is one bed in the middle of the room with a big bathroom behind a door on the right side of the room. Just a plain, simple, luxurious room, nothing more.

'Why are we here?' He looks around, searching for the cabinets full of sex toys and other stuff that you can only find in the Blue Room.

'Because I want to be here.'

'I want to go to the Blue Room.' Shawn looks deep into my eyes.

'No.' I respond.

I see the shock in his eyes. He did not expect me to disobey him. There is a soft breeze coming from the window, making the candles lighting the room dance. A big beam of moonlight shines onto the bed and I see Shawn's eyes twinkle when he takes another second to take a look across the room.

'Fine. I guess this will do with what I had in mind.' He smirks, still not letting go of my hand.

The big door behind us closes and Shawn locks it, trapping me between his body and the door.

For a moment, he lingers in front of my face before stepping back. I don't know what I expected when I decided to take him to the Purple Room, I guess deep down I was aching for a bit of romance, even though it's not real romance.