Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Kitten (Jason McCann mature)

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I’d seen him before - his face was plastered across every high class magazine cover in every store, all with prominent headlines that all included the words ‘millionaire’ and ‘successful’.

Tapping my fingers against the bag in my lap, I felt my heart racing at the thought of being face to face with the man who’s known to make any woman swoon with one glance.

I’d heard many things about this man. Things that travelled around the city like an infectious disease, everyone wanted to be in on the gossip and once they were, they couldn’t get enough.

And these things weren’t necessarily rumours that made him look like a bad man, they were rumours that intrigued the mind and sexual aspect of every woman who happened to hear of them. Including mine.

Of course, women wanted him because he was successful, and with so much potential with his wealth and good looks. But such a dark and twisted rumour pinned against such an attractive man was what every woman was waiting for.

The second I heard the company I work for was planning ties with the Jason McCann’s company, I jumped - literally - to the chance of being the one to go to the arranged meeting and talk it through with him. So here I was; sat outside of the room and waiting to be called in.

I wondered whether this man who everyone made so many assumptions about, was actually as they say; was he possessive? Was he sex driven? Was he a man that wanted everything, and actually got everything?

“Miss [Y/L/N], Mr McCann will see you now.” The woman sent a tight smile in my direction before she guided me over to the door. I made sure to take a deep breath while it opened. I smiled at the woman before walking inside.

He sat at his desk, but his dark eyes shifted up to meet my face as I stood before his desk. I hadn’t noticed the woman who had previously let me in was stood not far behind me.

“Can I get you anything, Sir?” She asked, letting her hands smooth out her blazer before they rested behind her back. I turned back around to face forward.

“Would you like anything to drink, Miss [Y/L/N]?” He asked and I’m sure my heart fell further down to my stomach at the sensation of him having his eyes on me.

“Uh, I’m okay but thank you.” I said politely, feeling my right palm becoming clammy as I gripped the strap of my bag.

“We’re alright, thank you.” He sent a smile that I decided was fake due to the way it seemed to hesitate to stay on his lips. The woman nodded slowly and closed the door behind her.

“It’s an honour to meet you, Mr McCann.” I smiled, reaching my hand out in hopes to meet his own. He simply stared at it with the ghost of a smirk at the corner of his lips.

“Likewise, Miss [Y/L/N], but I don’t remember asking you to speak.” He said before finally leaning over and shaking my petite hand in his large one. I noticed the veins running through his skin and saw they carried on underneath the material of his shirt and blazer.

“O-oh, uh, my apologies, Mr McCann.” I said rather confused, but due to the situation of being close to making partnership with his company, I decided against calling out his rudeness.

He smiled and nodded. “So, what could your company offer me?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.

“W-Well, we were thinking it’d be equal partnership, meaning both companies get equal share of profits and such-”

“That won’t work.” He said, interrupting me. I wasn’t even sure he’d taken in what I’d said.

“You haven’t even let me finish.” I complained, glaring at him while the smirk returned.