Keanu Reeves/ John Wick one shots

Easy pt2

Keanu Reeves x reader 

Y/n's POV

The natural light is way too bright and next to me, my phone is ringing. So loudly. Closing my eyes again, I reach for it, clumsly swiping to answer. "Hello?" My voice is thick with sleep.

And I am certainly not prepared for what comes next. "Y/n! Where the fuck are you? You should be in you're room, you have an interview in half an hour." My manager, Nathan yells over the phone. Without another thought, I brashly apologize and scurry out of Jack's room, praising the heavens that he's still flat on his chest, asleep. 

Thankfully, Jack and I hadn't gotten too adventerous last night, so I'm in the hotel. My room is just down the hall, and I make it there in no time. Unfortunately, Nathan, along with some people from hair and make up are already there, waiting. Obviously, they cast me judgmental glances when I enter, doing the walk of shame. "Morning. Really sorry. Gonna shower." Avoiding everyone in the suite, I disappear into the bathroom, opting for a cold shower, hoping to wash away last night's events. What the hell was I thinking, sleeping with Jack? And worst yet, now that I have done it, I barely recall any off it. Was he that much of an uneventful lover. In the past, when I was still with Keanu, no matter how drunk we got, there was always something to remember the next day.

Great! Now I'm thinking about him. Again.

My shower is cut short by Nathan and Thalia, my personal assistant, rudely banging against my bathroom door, yelling that I've only got about fifteen minutes. With barely a second to get into my underwear and tie my robe closed, I re-enter the bedroom and let Shelly from waredrobe help me into a racy black Clavin Kline number. It's short and black with bands transparent sheer material strategically placed, giving adoring eyes a teasing view of the body that I've no doubt prided myself on. After Shelly pulls up the zipper on the back od the dress, she aids me in slipping into a pair of matching strappy stilettos.

At the vanity, Jackson, by all respects a make-up genius works on my face. While another stylest, Ava, blowdrys, then straightens my hair to soft, silky, needle straight perfection. As I'm prepared for the world, my mind strays back to thoughts of my recent ex. He never liked being fussed over like this, but somehow always managed to enjoy watching me get worked on. My mind flashes to all the times that he was sat on the bed watching patiently as I got ready. We had been together for almost a year, and now it had all gone to waste. "You okay babe?" Jackson interrupts my thoughts.

"Huh? Me? Yeah, I'm fine." I sigh, trying to rectify the obvious frown on my face, "Just thinking."

"About Keanu?" He teases, waving a powder brush around. "Such a hunk. Daddy material right there."

"Since I have a working relationship with my father, I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that." While I admit, the ever popular 'daddy kink' does have its intrigue, I never had any interest in calling a lover the same thing I called the man who rasied me.

Jackson just hums to himself, much to immersed in his fantises to pay attention to what I've said. Nathan is the one who speaks up next, "Oh speaking of Keanu, Y/n, I forgot to tell you that you're doing press with him today."

I widen my eyes and my jaw slackens, "I-no. No, you can't do that, we just broke up. And I don't want to." He breaks things off with me, leaves me crying in a hotel room and now we're expected to be civil on camera.

Sharon, a graying middle aged woman, who's been in charge of my press over the past few years chimes in, with the kind of suck-it-up wisdom that she does so well, "Exactly. people are expecting you to be distraght. But you need to show them that you're a last gen. millennial woman, you're independent, you don't need a man to be okay because you're okay on your own." She adjusts her scarf, "Besides, some paps saw you leave the club with Jack last night, the pictures are already going around. People think that you've moved on and they're eating it up, loving the drama. Think about how much coverage you'll get if you're out with Jack on you're down time, but seen with Keanu on the carpet. You might not like it, but that's show business. Drama sells, Y/n"