Jamaican One Shots

Chapter 5

Andrew Bazzi's P.O.V

I sat at in my studio chair recording the automation of the chord progression for the drop of my new track as I froze in place, and that's when I saw her. Camila. I have known her for a few months after I got signed here at Atlantic records. that's how the song I'm making now was written.

"beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel,

love your imperfections every angle,

tomorrow comes and goes before you know,

So I decide to let you know"

from the first time I saw her in that Versace dress, I was star-struck and my Dick stood at instant attention. I had to cross my legs to hide my erection. I fell for her hard, but the problem is, I don't know if she feels the same way. she walked into the studio as my heart sped up, faster than the tempo of the music as I was lost in the trance of the beautiful angel that stood before me.

"bazzi, hey"

"wah gwaan b?"

I noticed her cheeks turning red as she sat in the seat next to me. She always does that when I use my Jamaican accent.

"I'm good, by the way. You know, I would love to have a part in that song, I like the melody, woah, who are these lyrics for

"ok, and yeah, she's a beautiful woman and she's special by the way but she doesn't know it. You know, its strange how she is so outgoing in front of the media and in person she's like the sweetest angel I know. I'm falling for her hard b"

When I said those words, I saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes but she quickly recovered. it's a pity that she doesn't know who it's about. That's why I bought the ring that's in my pocket. I want to make her mine.

Camilla's P.O.V

I sat in the chair as I scrolled through the fl studio project file adding some new presets to omnisphere as I changed the pad to another preset in serum while he watched me intently'

"B, you know, all you have to do is drag the preset into the mixer track and it will instated be added to all the elements sent to it"

"Yes I know, but I have to make this song perfect"

"ok, let me show you something"

He got up and stood behind me as his tall frame hovered over my body and my cheeks flushed, damn he's hot. I've been dreaming of riding his cock ever since the first day I made him equalize that unfinished track for me. He's everything a girl could ask for, loving, caring, rich, handsome, considerate, protective, and flirtatious, gosh he's so perfect. After he added a few samples to the channel rack and added some reverb to the lead, I started to play the track from the beginning with his added vocals, and then he started to sing along to it as we stared into each other's eyes. And when those lips of his started moving and his beautiful voice channeled through my ears, reaching my core, I knew that I got it bad. His hand went on my thighs as I stared to into the glowing orbs called his eyes as I studied the perfection of his face and our heads started to move closer until we were so close that we could smell each other's breath. My palms were sweating, my heart sped up my crotch was overheating, and my brain couldn't form any sensible sentences.

"And I just wanna let you know"

And that's when he closed the gap between us and our lips made contact. Our lips moved in perfect synchronization as he lowered me and when I opened my eyes I saw the lust that was present in his eyes.

"You're the special girl"

I swear my heart just skipped a beat, I was completely zoned out from the music playing from the studio monitors as I grabbed him and kissed him back. Harder than before and he moaned in my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance as he overpowered me and lifted me up into his muscular arms as he lowered me on his desk, me sitting on the MIDI keyboard, but that's not important now. He unzipped my dress as it fell to the floor and he took in the sight above him and he cursed.