Fifty Shades Of George | Starrison [❓]

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sorry for not updating so long !!!! quizzes are a royal pain in the ass (i'm supposed to be studying right now but whatever i can be a stripper when i grow up instead)

Here's my apology—

Fuck have I posted this before or?

Also,,,, 141 COMMENTS AND 300+ READS LAST CHAPTER WHAT THE SHIZZ

THIS IS A FILLER CHAPTER I'M SORRY FEEL FREE TO YELL AT ME IN THE COMMENTS

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R E C A P

"Stay here, doll," A zip, a few strings of curses. "I'm, er, gonna get some tissues."

"O-Oh," Ringo's face turns redder. "Right. T-Tissues."

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"So," Maureen began, eyebrows raised at the boy in front of her. "Did Mr. Harrison do anything or—?"

He blushed. "Er, n-not really Mo. Let me off with warnings, t-the usual.."

"Whatever." Maureen shrugged, taking a bite of her chicken sandwich. "But he looked hella pissed, especially when I mentioned John. What's with him?"

Oh god, he was jealous? "I-I don't know– maybe he just d-doesn't want me distracted and all that?"

"Huh," She said. "Strict, much?"

Ringo chuckled nervously. "You don't even know, Mo."

After a few minutes, people left the cafeteria. Ringo got slightly worried when Maureen didn't budge from her seat.

"Okay, real talk," Maureen set her hands down, palms against the table. "Did you guys fuck?"

Ringo choked on his drink.

"What?"

The girl rolled her eyes. "It's obvious he likes you, Ritchie. Maybe a bit too much," She mumbled, before looking at him. "What do you think?"

"I— I-I don't know," Ringo flushed, breaking his gaze and stared at his meal, poking it with his fork.

"You don't know or you don't wanna know?" Maureen asked, eyebrows raised.

He bit his lip. "How much did you hear?"

She chuckled. "Enough to know you like calling him daddy."

"I—"

"We better get going, Ritch." Maureen said, giving the short boy a smirk. "You don't want daddy punishing you again, wouldn't you?"

"Oh my god, shut up Mo."

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Aside from the pain coming from his bum, Ringo managed to sort everything he needed to, as long as he didn't move his legs much.

Remembering John's party invitation, he stretched—

"Ow," He hissed. "Ow, ow, ow,"

— and prepared to finish all of his work so he didn't have any more assignments in the weekends (which, he heard, George was fond of giving his employees alot).

Chewing his lip, he glanced at his boss who was currently preoccupied with a phonecall. He was speaking in French, accent slightly chipping in some words but damn, if it wasn't hot.

Now is not the time for innapropriate thoughts of your boss, Ringo thought, even if you did shag him in his own office.

Christ, if Paul finds out he'll never hear the end of it.

Ringo bit his lip harder. Whatever, it wasn't very likely that it'll happen again—

The moment their eyes met, Ringo immediately looked back to the laptop in front of him, face heating up. George chuckled, ending the call and slipping the phone back into his pocket.

"You alright there, Ritchie?"

"Y-Yes sir," He replied, practically hearing the smirk in his voice.

"I want you in my office after lunch, doll. Understood?"

"I—" Ringo swallowed hard. "Yes sir."

"Good." And with another mysterious, slightly seductive smile he was off, leaving a

I stand corrected.

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GAH OKAY SHORT CHAPTER BUUUTTTT I WILL UPDATE ON FRIDAY !!! I PROMIZE

All the love,,,

- Grace <3