Y/n's POV:
"I'm not sure how much longer I can do this Shawn," Staring out the wall to wall window of our rented pent house in Las Vegas, I sip my wine and run my hand through my hair, wondering how much more of faking it for the public I can take.
"I'm not sure If I understand what you mean," His touch is soft as Shawn places a hand on my shoulder to try and calm me, his large figure standing behind my small one, "It's not like any of this is real, it's just a luxury."
I scoff, and continue to stare at the city lights and speeding cars swirling below us.
"At first I thought being paid by a famous man's management to pretend to date him would be exhilarating, thrilling even, but now Mr.Mendes, I'm afraid pretending no longer exists." I want to scream and punch through the glass, angry at myself for letting my feelings let me fall for a Man who is doing this for a game.
"The press love it y/n, think about it, a beautiful young actress from Hollywood, finding 'love'," he changes his tone to make air quotes without lifting his hand off my shoulder, "with one of the most powerful men in the business? People watch your movies more and I fill out stadiums."
A lump made out of frustration and sadness makes a home in my throat, and my eyes have the feeling as if they're on fire. Showing my emotions has been something I thought of as cowardly, the only time I would actually be okay with it would be in front of a camera.
"but now you have a part of me Shawn," My voice cracks, and I don't dare to look at our reflection in the glass, because I know his eyes are burning into mine. Whether it's shock or happiness, I don't want to find out, "a part that you now have full control over."
"Darling," he coos, placing a light kiss on my shoulder, the kiss being so gentle on my skin, which the strapless dress left exposed, "I'm not the one you want to fall for, nothing lasts for me, this is over in a week, and everything you have given will return. Press will write about how I so wrongfully cheated on you, when In reality, you just grabbed your paycheck."
"you don't understand," I turn around slowly so I'm facing him, a hot tear running carefully down my cheek, and I make eye contact with those beautiful browns, "that you'll always have a part of me."
_____________________________________________________________________________________~Short but desperately needed considering I haven't updated an actual imagine in forever.
~Leah
