elusive love || s. mendes

four

i stop squirming, and shut up. heat immediately rushes to my cheeks, punish? shawn kicks the door close and drops me gently on his couch. i quickly sit up, fixing my hair and my stupid blush.

"paulina you can't ignore the fact that you're my fiancé now."

i roll my eyes. shawn tenses up as he watches me.

"don't roll your eyes at me, pe-"

he stops mid-sentence. i raise my eyebrows on what he was trying to call me. he breathes before correcting himself.

"-paulina."

"no, i'd rather not listen to you."

"paulina go to your room."

i scoff. shawn closes his eyes, rubbing his temples.

"i'm not a five year old, and i am not your fiancé."

"you're acting like one."

"like a fiancé?"

i question, testing his buttons.

"no, a five year old. now go."

he points to his staircase. how am i supposed to know which room is mine? i huff, stomping my way upstairs. i see name tags next to doors in cursive. they looked elegant.

i passed multiple doors, but one caught my eye.

"playroom?"

i whisper, i look down at the golden knob. i try opening it, but it wouldn't budge. locked huh? wonder why..

"what are you doing?"

i jump up in fright, seeing shawn's body tower before mine. his eyes set in curiosity, but on me. i lightly fake a laugh, rubbing the back of my head.

"nothing."

"don't open doors that aren't your room. that's rule number one in my house, paulina."

"why so controlling?"

"telling you to not enter rooms that aren't yours, isn't controlling. its logic."

he rolls his eyes this time. i walk down the hall, shawn by my tail. i see my name next to a white door with a gold frame. i opened it, revealing a room that was fit for a princess. iconic.

"this is my room?"

shawn nods his head. i smile like a little girl, even though i hated the fact that shawn knew what i liked, what i didn't, and that he knew me for so long.

"it's beautiful."

i gaze upon the ceiling, it had a gold ceiling. a queen sized bed with a gold frame that had white curtains, draped around the bed. the floor was white marble, and the walls were white as well. there was a gold vanity with makeup storages around it, everything empty. i walked around my room, discovering the beauty of it.

i didn't realize shawn was still in my room until i stopped in my tracks.

"why are you still here?"

"because i want to take you shopping. you need clothes, makeup, hair appliances, and all that girly shit you girls like to buy."

"you don't have too. i have my own money."

"paulina i'm your soon to be husband. i'm going to buy you whatever you want, whenever you want, and wherever you want. just tell me and i'll make your wildest dreams come true."

i sighed in annoyance. i didn't care if he had enough money to buy the entire fucking world. i just cared whether or not he loved me at all. i don't want to love someone who doesn't love me back. or just as much.

"tomorrow? or today?"

"whatever you feel best fit."

i snort. shawn keeps a steady gaze at me.

"what?"

"why do you talk like that?"

he becomes confused.

"like what?"

"like "m'lady what would you like to do in your free time. some tea, my love?"

i laugh as i mock words he's said in a british accent. he has a small blush as i clutch my stomach.

"we royals have too. we must be polite, courteous, and respectful to all people."

"respect? the most real respect i've had from you all these years is when you finally told me the truth. at least now i don't have to endure your lies any longer."

i snap. shawn's face washes over with guilt, only for a few seconds.

"get out of my room. i'm going to sleep."

i point at my door, waiting for shawn to get up and walk away. shawn's impassive to my words. i grit my teeth.

"i said, get-"

shawn angrily cuts me off.

"i know. just shut up for ten seconds and let me think."

my mouth is open. does he think he can just say that and i will?

"no, get the fuck out of my room."

shawn glares. i scowl.

"do you want to sleep alone?"

"what kind of question is that? of course i'm sleeping alone. who else would sleep with me?"

it takes me a few seconds before i realize what he's saying. he wants to cuddle with me..

"why? do you want to sleep with me?"

he laughs.

"sleep with you? honey, don't flatter yourself."

i blush angrily. wrong way to put it.

"i don't know. i mean we're going to be married soon, we might as well get used to sleeping next to each other."

"or we could not communicate at all for the rest of our lives. and just pretend we're a great couple around your family."

i snap at him once again.

"stop being so sassy, paulina. i'm just trying to be nice."

"yeah, well i'm just trying to hold onto what's left of my freedom since i'm marrying a lying bastard who can't help but be a control-freak and royalty."

i take off my shirt, leaving me in my black lace bra. i shimmy off my skinny jeans, wearing my matching lace black panties. i didn't care if shawn was in my room, i'm tired and wanna go to bed. shawn's face is in appeasement.

"stop looking at my goddamn body you horny fucker."

i throw my shirt at him. he catches it swiftly and inhales my scent. what the-

"stop smelling my shirt you creep."

"how about call me hubby instead?"

"in your dreams mendes."

"or in a few weeks."

i walk towards my bed with shawn sitting on it. i slip under the silk covers, burying my face in the soft, white pillows. shawn chuckles, i hear unzipping and i widen my eyes. instantly i see shawn without his jeans on and shirt. just his boxers. his body...

"like what you see?"

he winks, biting his lip. i roll my eyes, blushing into my pillow. i wrap my legs around a large, white, cold pillow and feel the covers open. shawn's body weighed down the other side of my bed. i feel my eyes grow heavier in a few minutes.

"goodnight, my princess."