Request imagines about your favorite singers, viners, youtubers, actors, and I will be happy to do them. Just tell me your eye color, hair color, etc. What kind of story, happy, sad, or cute.
Warning- Strong language.
Kaylla's POV I pull into the driveway of my employer's house. His large house if I may add.
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I smile imagining what could be in store for today. Mr. Mars will spot me dusting his vases and throw me on the couch before ripping his clothes off. I began laughing before shaking my head, ridding my head of these naughty thoughts. He doesn't want an average, I remind myself. I eagerly step up onto the porch before letting myself in. "Mr. Mars?"
"Kaylla! How many times have I told you, just call me Bruno!" He said with a smile.
"Okay, Bruno!" I stressed his name, making him chuckle.
"Well, I have to head out to the studio. So, you can clean whatever." I nodded before walking off. I never understood why he needed me around. I started off as a house keeper while he was on tour. But Bruno is not messy, he very neat to be exact. I connect my phone and play my favorite playlist. Count On Me by Bruno Mars came on. As expected I knew every word, I was his biggest fan. Only, he did not know. When I applied for this job, he asked if I was a fan. He did not want any crazy fans in his house while he was away. I lied, I told him no with the straightest face. I don't regret lying to Bruno because I would have never made a connection like this with him. He trusts me more than anyone else, at least that's what he told me. I guess he can count on me!
"You can count on me like one two three
And I'll be their and I can count on you like"
"4,3,2!" I heard the voice I knew like the back of my hand. But in a state of terror, I threw back my arm and hit him. I mean, he pays me well and I have to be here alone, so why would I not take self-defense courses.
"Bruno!" I turned around and saw Bruno holding his rib cage.
"This fucking hurts. At least I know my girl can handle herself." His words lingered in the air.
"Your girl?" I smirked at him.
"I meant my girl. You know." He put his head in his hands. "I'm traumatized. Lights. I see lights." Bruno softly laid his head on the kitchen counter. I shook my head whilst I grabbed the peas from the freezer.
"You brought this on yourself. You scared me remember."
"I was trying to be cute and finish the line to my own song."
"You don't do it like that doofus."
"Besides, you can sing, huh. Well, you just have to sing with me on a new track."
My mouth became drier than the Sahara desert. Sing? With Bruno fucking Mars! That's a dream and I'm not good enough.
"Your voice matches the signs we are looking for. Like an Alessia Cara type. But between you and me, I think you're perfect for it." My cheeks warmed up at the comment. "What do you say?"
"You really think that I could do this?" That smile was all I needed from him. "Okay, I will." Bruno wrapped his arms tightly around my frame.
"Unfortunately, there is no dating between performers, so this undying love between us has to be postponed. But that doesn't mean we can't have tonight." Bruno informed me.
"This would be way awkward if I didn't share the same feelings as you," I spoke with a smile. Our lips were like two magnets that were slowly building their magnitude. We moved closer to each other and allowed our lips to meet. "Let's own the night," I whispered on his lips.
"Lets" Bruno replied.
A/N
IM SO SORRY KAYLLA!! I got super wrapped up in life (school) But I hope you enjoy!!!<3
