Colson Baker

lady killer ( smut)

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She was really driving him insane. Colson wondered if she was doing it on purpose, or if she truly understood what she was doing to him. Sitting there in her tight dress, all her goods nearly popping out, draped over some asshole that was whispering things in her ear to make her giggle.

(Y/N) was Colson's stylist. She had started working with him and his crew just a few months ago. From the moment Colson laid eyes on her, he knew he wanted her. And Colson was used to getting what he wanted, especially when it came to girls. He was a lady killer, women had a hard time saying no to him. So you can imagine his surprise when (Y/N) laughed in his face the first time he tried to hook up with her.

"Are you serious?!" she had asked. "You're technically my boss, and I take my job very seriously. Besides, I've heard the stories about you. I'm not gonna fuck you just so you can dump me like those other groupies you've hooked up with."

Rejection was new to Colson, but at first he didn't let it get to him. That same night he ended up going home with another girl that had been all over him. But after he had sent the girl along her way, he realized the sex had been different. He wasn't thinking about the smoking hot girl he had had pinned under him. Instead his mind was on (Y/N), and how much he wanted it to be her.

He never gave up. He regularly flirted with her, which was easy to do when she worked for him and regularly got to see him in very little clothes since she was his stylist. But she was persistent in saying she wasn't going to sleep with him. Somehow, she was the only girl able to turn Colson down continuously, especially when he was throwing himself at her.

He didn't think he was going to run into her tonight. He had gone out with his friend group for a night off after a long tour, and happened to spot a familiar face across the bar.

"Yo Kells, you good?" Slim asked him. Colson barely heard him. He was so focused on the guy with his hand on (Y/N)'s thigh. Slim followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. "Oh fuck, that's (Y/N)! I didn't realize she was seeing someone."

"She's not!" Colson snapped.

"Sure looks like she is," Rook commented. "At least, she will be. She's totally into that guy."

Colson was sure his friends were just trying to get a rise out of him, and it was working. He slammed his drink down on the table that the group was sitting at and stood, knocking his chair back onto the floor. Against his better judgement, he approached (Y/N) and her companion. He was unsure of what he was going to say or do, he just knew he wanted to get that asshole away from (Y/N).

"What the fuck are you doing?" was the first thing out of his mouth when he finally reached them.

(Y/N) looked up at him in shock. "Colson? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Colson responded. "Who's this fuck face?"

"Excuse me?" (Y/N)'s companion asked.

"You heard me, fucker," Colson hissed.

"Colson!" (Y/N) snapped. "This is none of your fucking business! Go back to whatever girl you've been sucking face with."

"Is this like an ex or something?"

"No, he's just my boss. Don't worry about him, Hayden."

Colson snorted. "What kind of name is Hayden? Sounds fucking stupid."

Hayden nearly threw (Y/N) to the floor as he stood up to get into Colson's face. "Listen, I don't know what your problem is, Colson, but my lady asked you to leave us alone, and I'm asking you the same thing. Leave us the fuck alone."