The songs I listened to while writing this chapter: Lewis Capaldi - Before You Go, Sia - Unstoppable, Cardi B - Wap, Shawn Mendes - Lost in Japan, Michael Jackson - Blood On The Dance Floor, Charlie Puth - We Don't Talk Anymore, SFB - Way It Goes.

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My colleague is talking to a client across from us when my work phone starts to buzz. I pull it out and look at the screen.

"Shawn Mendes"

Seven missed calls. Why is he calling me on my work phone? I told him not to call me when I'm at work. I put my phone on silent and put it back in my pocket.

'That's settled then.' My colleague says looking at me.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I forgot what we were talking about. He looks at me, waiting for me to say something.

'You can always call us if you have any further questions about the trial.' I say.

'Thank you so much.' The client says with a big smile.

We all stand up and leave the meeting room. We both walk him to the elevator before my colleague turns to me.

'Is everything ok?' He asks.

'Yeah, everything is fine.' I sigh. 'I just need some fresh air.'

I walk to my office and grab my bag, before taking the elevator down. I pull my own phone out of my bag.

'Twenty missed calls?!' I am in shock.

Did something happen to him? Fuck! What if that's the reason he called so many times. I rush out of the building and dial Shawn's number.

'Why didn't you pick up the phone when I called you?' I hear in my ear and next to me.

'Because I'm at work Mendes.' I say hanging up the phone and turning around to look at him.

He puts his hands on my face, scanning it with an angry and worried look. I grab his wrists, pulling his hands away from my face. He has the same worry in his eyes as the day he hugged me so tightly in the lobby.

'What is wrong with you?!' I'm angry too.

'I was just worried! Fuck!' He says, still checking my face.

'About what? About me being at work?!' I yell. 'You know I don't like this territorial behaviour!'

'It's not territorial behaviour. I was just worried!' He yells back.

'About what!?' I yell louder.

'Nothing, never mind. I'll pick you up at eight.' He says, turning on his heels, walking away from me.

Oh hell to the fucking no!

'Where are you going!?' I yell walking in his direction.

I realise that this is our first real fight when I try to catch up with him. Damn, why are his legs so long? And why did I put heels on today?

'Stop walking.' I say, this time not yelling, but I know he heard me.

I take my heels off, making it easier to walk faster. I see some people turning at us, wondering why we're yelling at each other in the middle of the street. But I really couldn't care less about those people.

'Please...' I take a deep breath. 'Shawn.'

When he hears his name coming out of my mouth he turns around to look at me. He stands still, and when I reach him I wrap my arms around him. He does the same, pulling me close against his body.

'Why are you worried? Just tell me... please?' I whisper in his ear.

'Just let it go. It's nothing.' He says, pulling away from me.

'No, Mendes, I'm not letting this go. This is the second time you're acting so strange.' I say looking at him with my heels still in my hand.

'Can you please just trust me? Please?' He asks.

'How? Have you given me a reason to trust you?'

'Have I given you a reason not to?' He responds.

That's a fair point. I think for a moment.

'Ok, I'll trust you with this, but if it turns out to be a whole drama, I'm done.' I say, ignoring the pain I felt when I said the word "done".

'I'm sorry for calling you twenty-seven times.' He says before kissing me.

'Yeah, don't do that ever again... unless you're dying.' I respond.

He chuckles and kisses me one last time before walking away again. I also turn around and walk back to my office, I still got work to do.

That was a fun break...

'Hello, Liz.' A familiar voice says when I walk into the building.

'Fuck off.' I say to Bakker.

I walk to the elevator as quickly as I can. He follows me and gets in the elevator with me. He keeps staring at me.

'I just wanted to say I'm sorry.' He says.

'Ok. Stay away from me.' I step out of the elevator.

To my surprise, he doesn't follow me. He also keeps his mouth shut and avoids me the rest of this horrible day.

I leave work early today and when I step outside a cold breeze makes me shiver. It's cold and the sun is setting already. I wonder what we're going to do on his roof for the hundredth time the past week. When I walk home I hear someone call my name. It's Lucifer.

'Hey.' I say when he walks next to me.

'Hey, sis.' He hugs me.

'What are you doing here?' I ask.

'I'm here for the dance.' He responds.

'Oh yeah, about that, I'm not going to do it.'

'Why not?'

'I just don't want to.'

'I this because of mum?' He stops walking.

I don't want to fight him too today. I've had enough stress for the week.

'Why do you always think it's because of mum?' I ask calmly.

'Because most of the things are. That's also the reason why you like Shawn.' He says with no shame.

'Mendes? Why would I like Mendes because of mum?' I am confused as hell.

'She called you Beth, he calls you Beth.'

'Hey, hey, slow down Mr High school teacher, if you had a degree in psychology I would see where you're coming from, but now you're just babbling bullshit.' I say, still keeping my tone in check.

He's my older brother and I respect him... a little.

'Okay, explain the quitting dance school after mum died.' He says.

A couple of girls smile at Lucifer as we walk through the city. He doesn't give them any attention. He always complains about not having a girlfriend, but if he keeps ignoring female attention, he's not getting a girlfriend anytime soon.

'I wanted to focus on law school. Mum also wanted me to become an attorney, I didn't quit that.' I argue.

'We both know you wanted to become an attorney because of dad, not mum. She was a dancer and we all started dance school because of her.' He looks at me. 'Do you know how I know you quit dance school because of mum?' He asks.

'If that was true... how do you know I quit because of mum?' I roll my eyes.

'Because I also quit because of mum.' He responds.

Of course he's fucking right I quit dance school because of mum. Coming there, dancing there, the way I always saw mum do when we visited was too fucking painful. Even performing was too painful. Every performance I had, she was in the crowd cheering, hugging me backstage when we were done. Yes, dad always came to cheer for me too, but it's different. He was in pain too, just like the rest of us, and he tried so hard to make up for losing mum, that he forgot himself.

'Why do you want me to perform at that stupid party with you so bad?' I ask.

'Because maybe, just maybe, you can deal with the pain of losing mum that way.' He inhales. 'And because I don't know who to ask beside you.'

'I still need to think about it.' I say after a couple of seconds.

'We need to practice. I wanted to start today.' Lucifer tells me.

'What if I have plans?'

'You? Plans?' He insults me.

'Yes, Lucifer! I have plans!' I raise my voice.

'Ok, jeez, I'll see you tomorrow then... Or do you have plans?' He mocks.

'I'll call you to let you know.' I respond before giving him a quick hug.

He waves me goodbye and I rush inside the lobby to escape the cold air.

Inside I change my clothes, putting on a tight black dress that makes my curves look amazing. I straighten my hair like I always do and wait for my phone to ring. It's exactly eight o'clock when it does and I drop it on the floor. I grab it again and hastily pick up on Shawn.

'I'm downstairs, Beth.' He says.

'On my way.' I say before rushing out of my apartment.

Sam compliments me on my appearance when I walk through the lobby. I see Shawn standing in front of the building with both his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He's not wearing a suit today. He's wearing black jeans with a white button-up shirt and a grey leather jacket. God, he looks amazing.

His eyes trail over my body when he sees me walking toward him. He bites on his lip before looking me in the eyes, just the way he did between my legs the other night.

'You look fucking amazing.' He says wrapping his arms around me, resting one of his hands on my ass.

'You're not so bad yourself.' I smile at him before kissing him on his wet lips.

'Let's go, babe.' He says, grabbing my hand.

'Babe?' I look at him.

'Don't get used to it.' He winks, saying the same thing I said to him.

'I hope we're not walking to Amsterdam?' It sounds more like a question than a comment.

'I can't do that to you in those heels.' He smiles at my shoes.

We walk to the parking lot behind my building and I search for his Range Rover, it's nowhere to be found. I spot the motorcycle he drove a couple of weeks ago.

'I'm not getting on that.' I say letting go of his hand.

'Why not?' He asks with a big smile.

'Look at what I'm wearing.' I say, pointing at my tight dress.

'I thought of that.' He says dragging me to his motorcycle.

I stumble behind him, trying not to trip over the uneven ground beneath my feet. He opens something on the side of his motorcycle and pulls out a pair of sweatpants.

'Fuck off! I'm not wearing that.' I walk away from his motorcycle. 'We can drive to Amsterdam in my BMW.' I say walking back to my building.

'Okay, fine!' He runs to catch up with me.

An hour later we finally found a parking spot a street away from his apartment. He takes my hand in his while he shows me the way to his building. He has this amazing penthouse next to the Dam and when we arrive I see the beautiful view out of his window.

'You have a really nice place.' I say looking at the perfect design of his living room.

'Thank you.' He smiles shyly.

'I have something set up on the roof. Don't worry, we will not be bothered while we're up there.' He says taking my hand in his again.

I look at the curves of his body while following him to the other side of his house. I feel something again, but these are not butterflies. I want him so bad suddenly, I don't even know where these feelings come from. All I can think of is how he would feel inside of me.

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