My dearest Melanie S.M.

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Chapter 1

When you're unfortunate like her you take all of the affection you can get, even when it's your boss trying to get the nerves out before his show. "Dammit Melanie you move too much," he growls at the poor frightened girl. She's only an assistant, her parents are already disappointed in that. She just doesn't want anyone else so disappointed in her abilities. "There you go." He manages a small smile when she places herself as still as possible. No one could've told her that her life would turn out like this, having sex with her boss in his dressing room because he can't find anyone else to scratch that itch. When you're the answer daughter of a world class surgeon and a famous entrepreneur you aren't expected to be a nobody. She tried Mrs school, she tried law, she found no interest anywhere. This was only supposed to be a summer job.

"You go on stage in fifteen minutes," She whispers he however can't hear her through the sound of his own pleasure. His ears are blocked with excitement and his pulse raised with passion. He's passionate about his job, and his assistant. She's a quiet little thing that only did everything that's asked of her, he makes sure she accompanies him everywhere.

"Shut up and kiss me." He gives a seductive growl, he loves it when she kisses him. Her lips are soft, and when they press onto his they take his breath away. He likes how pink they are, how she wears light coloured lipsticks, how well she's learned how to move them. She has better control over his body than he does.

"Shawn you have to go." Her small hands roam his back, he likes it when she moves. She does it instinctively and it makes him happy. "You have a show," she hums kissing his cheek.

"I can't go out with this fucking boner you gave me." He sucks on her head assuring she knows her place. She's not as highly viewed as him and she knows that, she's alright being in the shadows.

"There you go." She moans every time he does. She smiles at his release neglecting her own for his sake, he has a show to get to.

"You," he smiles kissing her gently, standing to let her fix his appearance. "Are the best decision, I've ever made." He's not wrong, she can pretty much do everything. Bring up important points with legal issues, she's a partially trained surgeon, and she can do in bed what no one else can do for this man.

"You have a show." She kisses him again to help the shot nerves. He loves and accepts every kiss that she'll give him, even if it's only a peck. He prefers French kisses but he'll take what is given.

"And I have a Melanie, and I couldn't be happier." You'd go by Melanie too, if your parents were just so unimpressed with your birth that they decided to name you Melancholy. They didn't want a baby but didn't believe in abortion, she was an accident baby and they make sure she knows. She only got stuck with them because they figured they'd get a wicked surgeon or something important out of it. Her older brother wasn't as much of a disappointment only because he forced himself to like surgery and now the most famous and travelling neurosurgeon you will ever meet he makes the family proud.

"Have fun." She hands him the guitar and sends him off, he can do whatever he wants to her when they're back at the hotel. She always shares a room with him, and non of his friends, or crew members think it's unusual. She sees them all of the time and to them it's the same as one of them being in the room. The only difference is how there's only ever one bed between the two of them, he likes it that way. He's a softy and he likes her cuddles, and she does what he says.

"Hello New York City." He smiles into the microphone making Melanie smile back. She's his biggest fan, and his biggest weakness.

"Melanie," Jake calls sending her head back towards him and away from the stage. He's quick to notice but it only makes him play harder, louder, and better than before trying to gain her attention. "Can you pack up his things from the dressing room and get them into the car, we're switching hotels."

"Sure thing." Her sad nod is all that takes her off and towards his dressing room. She doesn't like being his guilty pleasure but she accepts it, she could never expect anything more. He on the other hand wants nothing but for her to be his, his something special, something that he can keep forever. She just wanted a good job, and this is as good as she can find right now. He pays her well, he treats her nicely, and even though she is his sex slave she can't get enough of him. His scent is intoxicating, his smile is her drug, his kiss is the death of her. "All ready to go." Her small hands shut the trunk while she turns to Jake to assure he heard her.

"Perfect, you can go watch the rest of the show. I think he's changing stages soon." She has to change him, he won't do it himself, so she changes the shirt and gives him another spritz of cologne, sometimes he wants a kiss which she's obligated to give, and then he's back on stage and ready to go.

"Melanie." He's more than unimpressed with her being gone but he can't deny the happiness that she's still here and didn't just leave him. "You missed my show." He huffs laying down against the couch.

"No I didn't, you still gave the second half." She nods and he shakes his head. His perfectly tousled hair bounces from side to side.

"We got cut short, the power went out and now we're headed back to the hotel." She gives him a pout knowing he wanted her there. She seems to give him some sense of comfort that he can't find anywhere else.

"I'm sorry." She sighs at her boss, they have so many different relationships. They're intimate, they're best friends, and he's her boss there's nothing normal about that. Melanie's life has always been everything but normal, and she'd always hopped that work could fix her but it's just as messed up as everything else.

"You're gonna have to make it up to me." He sees her as everything but a friend, she's his life his assistant maybe but his girlfriend, the love of his life, that's what she is.

"Of corse I will." She gasps at the fact that he could ever think otherwise. Her petit hands cup his cheek and she kisses him gently as an apology.

"When we get back to the hotel, you have fifteen minutes to get work stuff done and then you're meeting me in the shower, not a minute late." He growls softly walking out.

"Melanie!" Jake urges meaning Shawn needs something done. It's usually something he doesn't even know about yet.

"Jake." She articulates. They don't exactly get along the greatest but they don't fight or anything else around Shawn.

"You're in the limo with him, you have to pick up dinner for the crew and be back at the hotel." Knowing Shawn he'll want to take the longest route possible to get to any restaurant, and Melanie would always agree simply because of fear of loosing her job or her friend.

"Where should we get dinner from?" I sit and he smiles while I shut the door.

"I already gave the instructions, now help me out." He explains while the limo starts in the direction of wherever it is we're going. "It's been rubbing up against my guitar, and I've been trying to get it to go down for ten minutes." Her hand wraps around it and she spits to offer a little more ease to the movements. "But my Melanie has her ways."