Fifty Shades Of Camren

Shawn's Secret Life

A/N: Hey guys, so this chapter will be about Shawn so you guys can know what his character and what his life is like behind all the Camren drama in the story already. All your questions will be answered in this chapter. Stay tuned! :)

Chapter 8 Shawn's Secret Life

Shawn's POV

I walked in the house and was heading up the stairs, I had to get some stuff from my hidden safe to bring to work, and I have to make a quick change. I never really talk to Camila since I am busy with work all the time. I am mostly in and out of the house, even if it's for a quick second. It's not that different from Camila; also, she is always busy, too busy to even say hello to me when I walk into our room. She is either talking on the phone or texting with a smile on her face and dressing really nice when she goes out. She's also dressing nicer for work. She wanted to dress to impress, but to me, I think she is seeing someone else. The funny thing is we are supposed to be a married couple.

"Camila, where are you going?". I asked.

"Why do you have to know?".

Camila was straightening her hair. She was going somewhere. I went over to her to ask her where she was going and who she would be with. Anything could happen to her out there, it's a big dangerous world out there, and I can be overprotective, but she thinks I can be annoying.

"Camila, I need to know where you are going to be and who you are going out with. It's a dangerous world out there, and I want to make sure you are somewhere safe."

"You don't have to pretend to be my husband; there are no cameras around. I am going shopping with Dinah." Camila said.

I couldn't help but believe that she is lying to me straight to my face.

"Shopping with Dinah, Camila, you don't go shopping. You shop online. Where are you going for real? I know you are lying".

"you can't possibly know if I am lying or not," Camila said.

"Yes, I can. Your voice gets high pitched, you fidget with your fingers, you don't look at me directly in the eyes when you talk to me". I admit.

Camila looked down at her fingers and did exactly as I mentioned she'd do when she lies. She was not telling me the truth, and for that reason, I must follow her to see exactly who she is hanging out with. I had to cancel my plans. I was on a mission, but Camila's safety is way more important.

"Shawn, I am sorry, but you have to trust me. I am not lying to you. I am really going out with Dinah, and we are shopping, that is all. I don't have any work to do for the rest of the evening, so we have the whole afternoon to hang out, and I rarely see her."

This is the only time Camila is free to do anything not related to work with our complex lives. She has nothing to complete on her schedule because someone is filling in for her as she takes the night off. Maybe she isn't lying to me, but it wouldn't help but chip her just for her safety. I pulled her in for a hug, and I had a chip lying around placed on her collar on her jacket.

Camila looked at me and smiled. That is a trusting smile she gave me, almost makes me feel guilty for chipping her. But I had to do what is best and keep an eye on her. The chip only lets me see where she is at all times, and I can keep track of her on my phone. It doesn't record audio or visual. It is like a GPS.

She went back to straightening her hair, and I went to the room and looked in our closet for my hidden safe. The safe is on the wall behind the clothes, and I am the only one who knows it's there. When I bought the house, I had to find somewhere where only I could find the safe because it wouldn't be safe if both of us knew. I had some illegal stuff in that safe, and I think unless there is an emergency, it would be necessary, and for my case of the job, it is necessary to walk around with it to be safe. In the safe were a gun, some drugs and some cash. I am a CEO of international spy busting criminals; I am also an illegal dealer working undercover to make some extra cash for myself. I walk around with a gun because my job is dangerous, and I have some dangerous customers who would do anything to get what they want, and sometimes they kill people if necessary.