𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 31

Ariana Grande - Positions

(Mature content)

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Elizabeth's POV

I drive the car onto the boat and yell at Shawn when he tells me I almost hit the cars next to me. I'm still pissed off at him. Two days ago he disappeared for a whole afternoon and left me at the hotel all by myself without telling me where he went, or that he was leaving in the first place.

'I'm still mad at you.' I say when I close the door of his car, squeezing myself between cars to the exit.

'I know. I had an emergency meeting with my dad.' Shawn says when he holds the door open for me.

'And you couldn't have just told me that, maybe... two days ago?!' I look at him.

'I'm sorry, baby.' He says with regret in his eyes.

'Don't call me baby.' I walk to the stairs that lead to the deck.

'Ok, but why are you angry at me right now?!' He raises his voice.

'Because you treated me like I had lost my mind!' I turn to look at him. 'It was not a whole afternoon, just went out to eat something, that's it. Stop searching for things that aren't there.' I imitate his voice, saying the exact sentence he said to me two days ago.

'You lied to me. Why?' I stare at him, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

'I didn't lie! I just withheld information!' He opens his arms out of frustration.

'That is the same thing!' I roll my eyes.

'Fine!' He says before walking away from me, heading inside the boat again.

Is he serious right now?! I should be walking away from him!

I follow him inside.

'Mendes!' I shout, causing people to look at me.

He ignores me and I follow him, seeing him walk to the men's room.

If he thinks the picture of a male stick figure will keep me away from him, he's terribly mistaken.

I push the door open behind him and hope not to see any cocks when I walk inside. It's empty except Shawn leaning on the sink, looking at himself in the mirror.

I look at him looking at himself and wonder what's going on in his mind right now. I forget that I'm angry at him when he turns to look at me.

'You're not supposed to be in here.' He says with a soft voice.

My anger starts to rise again.

'I don't give a fuck.' I hear the door close behind me and see Shawn walking to me.

He locks the door behind me, standing in front of me. His body almost touches mine and the way he looks at me drives me crazy somehow. He has an angry glare in his eyes. So have I.

'I thought I wasn't supposed to be in here.' I say when I look at the lock on the door.

'And I thought you didn't give a fuck.' He steps closer, pushing my back against the door.

The scent of pine needles invades my nose with Shawn's body so close to mine. Shawn hovers over me and his index finger trails over my jawline. I see Shawn looking at my lips when he touches them with his thumb.

Seconds later he crashes his lips onto mine, his hands on my hips, pushing me against the door even harder. One of his hands trail over my chest and he stops at my throat. He squeezes a little, but not hard. He keeps kissing me and bites my lip softly when I feel his other hand sneak under my dress, pulling my panties aside while he keeps looking into my eyes with an angry look.