Shawn Sugar Daddy Mendes

The Hotel

*(y/n's) pov*           

          "Hi, can I get an uber from the (hospital)  to the (the nearest, most expensive hotel). Yes. Okay. Thanks. Bye." As Shawn gets off the phone, I look over to him. 

"We are going to that hotel?!" I ask with excitement. "Yes baby, just wait until we get there." He says as he winks. "Oh I love you Daddy." He snapped his head and looked at me. It's like something snapped inside of him.

 "Don't call me Daddy in public. Okay? I don't want to walk around with a big boner every where." He snaps as he lets go of my chin, looking back at his phone. "Oh. I'm so sorry... Daddy." I see him clench his jaw. 

"Just wait until we get there. You'll be one dead son of a bitch. I'm going to-" He whispers in my ear, in his low toned voice. So sexy.

"There's the uber!" I cut him off so I won't know what's coming. Shit. 

"Play it off now. Just wait. Just wait (Y/N)." He looks fucking pissed. We hop in the vehicle and we both grab our phones. I go to instagram to see what's up. 

"I can't wait!" I say sarcastically as I stare at my phone and feel his eyes burn into my body.  100k likes and 10k new followers?! They must've seen Shawn and I together.. I go onto @ shawnmendes. I scroll from where I've left off to the most recent picture.. Wait. Is that me? I quickly show Shawn my phone. 

"You never told me you took this." It was a picture of when we were in the hospital. Right before I rode him. He looks.

 "Oh yeah, I took that because I thought (and fully know) that you're the most gorgeous girl I've seen on this planet." Something must have changed. Why's he happy now? I turn my phone off and look at him, while he looks at me back. "Thank you babe." I say as I peck him on his soft sweet lips. "No problem, just spitting out facts." Why would he say that? He goes from 'snobby rich man' to 'hoodlum' in 0.5 seconds. I look down and realize he rested his hand snugly on my lap. "I love you. Daddy." I said the 'daddy' part under my breath just so he could hear it, but no body else could. He clenches his jaw and tightens his grip on my thigh. 

"What did I tell you?"  It excites me to not listen to him. I like seeing a hot man mad. His hand grips on my leg, his nails digging into my skin. I squirm a bit. He knows I like it. 

We finally arrive there, not knowing which room Shawn booked. Probably a big one. The man takes our things and unlocks the door, leaving our stuff inside and leaving us to do our thing. He closes the door. Shawn walks over to it and locks it.

------ sorry this is a short one!------