You let out a frustrated sigh as you step into the hall inside your flat. You hear Shawn's footsteps behind you and you restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at his presence. But considering you two live together, he's unavoidable. You keep your back turned to him and hear him close the door and locking it. You walk over to the sink and start washing the dirty dishes, hoping the water would rinse off the anger you feel boiling up inside you. A stool being pushed back is heard by the kitchen island behind you, followed by a soft thump. You scrub the plates forcefully as you feel Shawn's burning stare on you.
Shawn finds you alluring when you're angry. He can't help but watch you as your arms flexes and angrily picks up plate after plate to wash. How your whole upper half of your body grows and contracts with every rapid breath. He lets his eyes wonder around every curve of your body, seeing the frustration radiating from you. She's had her fun now, Shawn thinks to himself.
Tonight, Shawn was acting like a jerk towards you. He had invited you to an event with him, but all you saw him doing the whole night was talking with other women. You were his date, weren't you the one he was supposed to talk to?
This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Shawn is too nice to show disinterest in someone, you think. And this is starting to get too common for your liking. As you let your angry thoughts drown you, you fail to notice the presence right behind you. You feel a hand reaching in front of you to turn the water off. Shawn takes the plate out of your hand and turns you around to face him.
He looks at you intently and tilts his jaw up the slightest as he inspects you. You only glare back at him and refuse to back down from his dominant posture. Shawn's lips turns upwards and he shakes his head.
"Well-" he begins, his deep and confident voice causing the hairs on your neck to stand. "You've been acting like a brat all night, but I'll see past that for now with consideration that you're upset." He takes a step closer to you, trapping you between his arms and the counter.
"Now kitten, will you tell me what's wrong?"
The simple nickname has your thighs clenching.
Kitten. Something Shawn only calls you during his most dominant moments. You feel your body heating up at his aura of confidence and his mouth twitches in amusement, knowing exactly what his choice of words does to you.
But this wasn't going to work for him this time.
Ignoring the sexual tension that's building up between the two of you, you press your hands on Shawn's chest to push him back. Your action however doesn't seem to face him as he stands glued to his spot.
"You want to know what's wrong, Shawn?" You say and clench your jaw. "You. You're the thing that's bothering me." He crosses his arms over his chest and raises his brows, as to tell you to go on.
"I don't know how many times we've had this talk. You always do this. Inviting me to these events and then end up bailing me. Why bother inviting me if your plans are to ignore me the entire night?"
"Jealous kitten, I see."
You grit your teeth as he looks down at you in amusement. Your fists clenches as you speak up again.
"I'm not your kitten, Shawn, and you're certainly not my father. So I suggest you'll drop this act you've got going on, 'cause it won't work out for you."
You slip past him and walk towards the refrigerator. A growl is emitted from behind you and next thing you know, you're pinned against the nearest wall. Your breath hitches at the sudden gesture and you can't help but bite your lip when you see the look of anger and arousal in Shawn's eyes. He clicks his tongue in disappointment.
