𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕨𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕒 | 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

I'm With Your Boss

She propped her feet up onto the desk, leaning back on the office chair. Her red lipstick glistening under the light with her black dress, tightly shaping her gorgeous figure.

"You need to get out of here!" One man with a scowl on his face ordered her.

"I'm good right here." She smirked, now playing with one of the pens that rested on the wooden desk.

"Stop being a bitch,"

"Yeah, we're trying to save your life here. This is boss's office." He reached into his pocket, grabbing what seemed to be a gun.

"I don't doubt this is...I'm not moving, though."

"Yes you are." Another man scoffed. She looked him up and down, "make me."

"That's it." The man in all black muttered, pointing the gun right at her head, keeping his distance.

"I'll give you five seconds to run," he smirked, "if you're not out of here when I get to one...I'll shoot you."

She laughed, "yeah...right."

The man groaned, holding onto the deadly weapon tighter, "I don't have time for bitches like you, you know."

"I'm sure you don't."

"Fuck this," one grabbed the gun from his hands, walking right up to her, pressing the gun against her head but yet, still, she seemed to go unfazed.

"What the fuck is going on here?" There he stood. The boss.

"Boss...she won't...she won't leave, I've tried-"

"That's my fiancé, you fucking dumbasses."

All of the men looked dumbfounded, all at once turning to her.

"Yeah..." she sighed, stifling back a laugh, "I forgot to tell you assholes that I'm with your boss." She smirked again, knowing that she had them wrapped around her finger.

"Out!" Boss groaned, ushering them all out the door.

He turned back around to face her, "Camila, baby, what are you doing here?" He sighed, picking her up and settling her on the desk as her legs wrapped around his torso.

"Well, Shawn...I'm here visiting my fiancé." She pecked his lips, "because I've missed him and he hasn't been home in two days." She whispered, sadly.

It broke his heart to hear and see her so sad. He was a tough guy, always had been and he showed no mercy to anyone who disrespected him but then Camila came into his life two years ago and just a month ago did he ask for her hand in marriage. Camila was most definitely his weakness. No one had ever challenged and got under his skin as much as she did but he learned to admire that about her.

He brought his hand up to cup her face, softly kissing her lips. "I'm so sorry, baby. I've been so busy," she sighed, not fully content with his answer, "I'll make it up to you...tonight." He whispered into her ear, nibbling on it before stopping to look at her angelic face and then resuming to suck onto her neck.

She moaned softly, asking him to stop and he did. "What's wrong, love?" His face full of concern.

"Well...if you're going to make it up to me...I'd much prefer you do it at home in our bed." She winked, tugging his tie so that he was closer to her.

He groaned, amused by her antics before picking her up, keeping her in place by having his hands on her thighs, letting them roam.

Shawn kicked the door open before bidding his goodbye.

After their night of rummaging in the sheets, under their brand new home together, they cuddled into each other, matching each other's heartbeats.

"Shawn?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Please remember to tell your guards that I'm not an enemy. I'm sick and tired of having guns pointed at me whenever I come to see my fiancé." She chuckled, slightly, soon to be joined with him as well.

"You got it, babe."

A/n

I know that this was short but you have a much longer one coming your way ;)

Love you all ❤️