Blurred Lines (originally started in Songs About Camren)

You

~Its major move right here baby
You gotta get wit it or get lost
(Ya understand?)

(Yea)
Its Young Lloyd
Reporting live from Atlanta, Georgia (Weezy F Baby)
Decatur where its greater
And uh I want all my sexy ladies to report to the dance floor immediately
We gon' Golden Glide dis one ya'll
Speak Weezy

(Yea)
Right off the back ma the boy got dollars
So women come frequent like flight mileage
It ain't no secret (I) I might holla
But I ain't gon' sweat ya baby
Imma let ya
Catch up wit ya game
Run faster
Don't let em lose ya cause I ain't gon' bless ya
Unless ya
Feel a lil desperate
Send a n**** a text message girl~

 

***Cabello HQ (U.S. Division), New York City, NY 11PM***

***Camila's P.O.V.***

 

~KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK~

 

The knock startled me, it’s almost midnight, who the heck is still here. I couldn’t even believe I was still here to be honest, but my birthday is less than two weeks away and I needed to get some work done prior to that, making sure I make the right decision.

ACCEPT MY PLACE IN THE FAMILY’S COMPANY OR NOT.

It’s harder than it sounds, I didn’t grow up in the business, I really didn’t think my father would even offer me the majority share of the company.

~KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK~

“Sorry,” I whispered under my breath for no one to hear, the sound snapping me out of my thoughts, as I pushed a button placed under my desk that opened the elevator doors, my eyes still on the documents in front of me.

~Stop!...wait a minute
The way you move that girl you done got my heart all in it
And I just wanna be with you tonight (girl please)
Imma playa yeah, it's true
But I change the game for you
I wanna see what it do

can I be for real?
Dis is how I feel
I'm in need of love
So let's dip up out of here
Ooohh ya just my type
Everything's so right
I just wanna chill
Lets dip up out of here
(Lets dip up out of here)

I ha ha haaaa haaaaa
(She's fine too but I want you)
I ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa
(She's fine too but I want you)~

“Camila,” I looked up, there’s no denying the fact that Kristin was an attractive woman, her strawberry blonde hair was wavy, draped to one side of her shoulder, skin pale, contrasting with her red lipstick. She wore a white blouse that complimented her body, tucked into her fitted black pants and heels, she always wore heels. I smacked myself in thought for ever agreeing to have a party planner work so close with me, an attractive one at that. If this was a year ago, well, maybe I shouldn’t be thinking about a year ago, I batted my eyes, trying to rid my mind of my impure thoughts. WHAT? I’m only human, “glad you’re still here,” she smiled, a bit too friendly, as she approached me hastily, making her way behind my desk, practically leaning over my shoulder as she dropped a booklet in front of me, turning the page open, “so we need to make a decision on the lighting and final centerpieces for your party,” she said pointing at the pictures in front of me, leaning in a little more and I could feel her hot breath brushing against my cheek.