The Weeknd Imagines

Whispers Of Adoration

Abel's pov:

It was a late night at the studio, it's about 11:30 pm and it's storming like crazy outside.

Everyone had left the office so it was now just me and my personal assistant Amèlie.

She's worked for me since she was 17 and she's 26 now, she's one of my best friends and I don't know what I'd do without her.

I look up from my lyrics and look over at Amèlie, she was typing away at her computer doing the work I assigned her.

"Lia?"
I called out.

She looks up at me and smiles sweetly, Lia and I have had an on and off friends with benefits/situationship over the years.

She loves me, I know she does, she just doesn't want to admit it to me.

I have strong feelings for her, I really do but I have a girl and I know that makes Amèlie pissed, she gets crazy jealous whenever she visits me at the studio.

"Yeah?"
She replies.

I smile, she's so pretty.

"Why are you still here? Everyone's left already."
I ask.

She shrugs.

"Wanted to stay with you."
She says.

I stand up and walk over to her chair, I place my arms on the armrest and leaned in so our faces were inches away from each other.

I place my forehead against hers and close my eyes.

She puts her hands on my face and strokes my beard softly.

"qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chérie?"
(What's wrong darling?)
She asks.

"Tired."

She pouts and kisses my cheek gently.
"pauvre bébé"
(Poor baby)

I laugh.

I move away from her and look into her eyes, there's something different about them, she wants something from me.

"que veux-tu? Je vois la façon dont tu me regardes.
(What do you want? I see the way you're looking at me)

She laughs.

"How do you know I want something?"
She asks.

I raise my eyebrows at her.

"I know you inside and out Lia, literally."
I wink at her.

"Mmm I bet you do mister, well in that case I do want something."

"And what may that something be Amèlie?"

She stands up so we're face to face again.

"un bisou?"
(A kiss?)