the girl who never smiled ➳ shawmila

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Meet Shawn Mendes, a powerful famous business man. Every girl wanted to be with him and every guy wanted his accomplishments. He was intimidating to say the least, always getting caught up in work and he doesn't know the words 'free time'. That until after years Shawn's old friend Brian shows up, the complete opposit of the boy himself. He was reckless, kind of a badass and together they'd experienced the greatest memories ever until Shawn decided to grow up and take over Mendes Corp. One of the biggest companies of America and probably the world.

"Do you know what they're going to do to me if they spot me at a fucking nightclub?" Shawn answered Brian's offer, who was driving them to their destination.

"Come on Mendes, loosen up a little. There's this girl that's performing tonight, Karla, they say she's the best." Brian reasoned with him as he pulled aside once arrived. "You'll see, come on."

That being said, Shawn felt himself being inevitably curious and also walking towards the entrace of the stripclub and entering it. This was going to be an interesting night.

The entrance was dark, they passed some men in black suits, the club's security, of course. Shawn could already hear the loud and frenetic music filling his ears, and then they entered the place. It was without a doubt amazing, the place was huge and exuded lust, it was dimly lit with some focuses of pink and red lights everywhere. The place was crowded and the sensual beat of the music spread itself throughout the room. In strategic locations Shawn and Brian could see small stages with poles for pole dance, women practically naked that danced sensually for men or women that watched intentively.  Every now and then someone threw a few dollar bills in the girls' directions and it reminded Shawn that he loathed people who visited clubs like these.

"These men have no self-respect whatsoever, do they?" Shawn commented as they made their way to the bar

"What do you mean? This is the best club in Miami." Brian asked and ordered two glasses of Scotch. "Thank you, sweetie." He winked at the girl who served them the two alcoholic beverages and then handed his friend one.

Shawn basically downed the liquor and put the glass down as if it was nothing. He instantly felt his stomach grow warmer which put him a little more at ease. "They have to literally pay women to get laid."

"So you're telling me that you never hire prostitues?" Raising his eyebrows, Brian ordered another two glasses but that was probably because he needed another excuse to talk to the bartender again.

Shawn shook his head. "Of course not. I don't have to pay women to have sex with me, they literally beg me for it."

"You will be the one begging tonight, boy." An unfamiliar voice mingled into the conversation, it was one of the girls that had just performed.

"Excuse me?" Shawn turned to her and checked her out but he wasn't impressed. He was never impressed by anyone.

"Our main attraction is performing tonight." The stripper-girl said with a smirk on her face. "Wait, are you Shawn Mendes?" Her facial expression changed from lust to admiration within a second.

"Yes, do you know me?"

"Everyone knows you! It is a pleasure to have you here, Mr. Mendes. My name's Bethany." The girl introduced herself with a wide smile on her face.

"The pleasure is all mine." Shawn smiled politely but didn't mean it at all, he wanted to leave this place but he knew Brian would never let him without watching Karla first.

He turned to Brian, who seemed to be very excited for this girl to get up on the stage and do her thing.

"Why is everyone this obsessed with he-"