We're laying on the bed and Shawn is holding me in his arms when his phone on the nightstand starts to buzz. He groans and turns around to grab it. When he picks up, I hear a male voice on the other side of the line.

'That's tomorrow?!' Shawn asks with shock in his voice.

He runs his fingers through his hair and I turn on my side, looking at his perfect naked body as he flexes his muscles. He sighs and tells the person on the phone it's fine and that he'll make it on time.

'Yeah, ok, bye.' He says before hanging up the phone.

Shawn starts collecting his scattered clothes from the ground and puts them on, he has a deep frown between his eyebrows and I can see that he's stressed.

'I'm sorry, princess, but I have to leave right now.' He says.

Where did all the "princess" come from all of a sudden?

'Why?'

'I need to go to the Met Gala with Camila and apparently that's tomorrow evening, so I need to return to the States now.' He says, closing the button of his jeans.

'Ah ok. Have fun.' I climb out of bed and grab my bathrobe.

'Have fun? That's it?'

I frown, looking at him with surprise.

'What else do you expect? It was fun last night, I'm looking forward to my paycheck and I hope you have fun with Camila at the Met Gala.' I try to hide the disappointment in my voice.

I walk out of the door of the Blue Room and close it behind me. Let's just blame the slamming of the door on the wind.

Yes, I am mad at him. First he says he wants to spend three days with me and now he suddenly has to go to the Met Gala with Camila Cabello? I mean, if he has a girlfriend why did he tell me he couldn't stop thinking about me? Why do I care about him? I really don't!

I quickly return to my room and lay down on my bed when I see no one is there. I close my eyes and decide to get some good sleep. Last night I slept when I was drunk and that's never a good sleep.

A few hours later, I wake up with moonlight shining directly into my room. I sigh and rub my eyes with the back of my hands before getting up to shower. I'm still tired, but I'm hungry too and I really need to eat something.

As I wander the hallways of the castle, I stumble into Mia. She studies my face for a moment. I drag her to the empty kitchen with me and tell her about everything that went down with Shawn.

'You didn't know he had a girlfriend?!' She asks, a little surprised.

'No, I didn't.' I roll my eyes. 'But it's not like it matters, I mean, almost every client of ours is married so I'm not going to create some moral code just because he's young and hot.' I tell her.

'You're right.' Mia turns the television on and looks up a video of Shawn telling the paparazzi that his relationship with Camila is not a publicity stunt for their music video Señorita.

'And even if you never see him again, so what? He has a nice cock? We got a lot more of those walking around here.' Mia laughs. 'Plus, you can always tell people you fucked Shawn Mendes.'

I chuckle.

'That's the whole reason why we get famous people here, Mia. Because we don't tell people who we fucked.'

'Also true.' She chuckles.

I sit down at the table and consider asking one of the girls to un-cancel all my regular clients. If I make a lot of money these two days, along with Shawn's payment I might be able to take the next week off and visit my grandpops for a few days.

When I walk to the living room to talk to one of the ladies, I see one of my regulars walking up to me. He wraps his arms around me and has a concerned look on his face. Devante.

I think he is my favourite client out of every person that comes in here. He feels like my best friend all of the time. Maybe that's wrong, but it's true.

'Are you ok? I thought you fell ill when I saw cancelled on the agenda.' He says, smiling down at me. 'I texted you, but you didn't respond.'

He is also the only person that has my personal phone number.

'Oh, no, I'm fine. I thought I got a three-day job, but I was mistaken so here I am.'

Devante chuckles.

'Well, I understand why you cancelled, those three-day jobs are way better.'

'Exactly.'

We stare at each other, awkwardly. One of the waiters walks up to us and hands Devante a glass with Scotch in it. I see another glass on his tray with brown liquor in it, I grab it and drink it down in one go.

'Which room do you want to go to?' I ask Devante.

I need to fuck Shawn out of my system.

He tells me he wants to go to one of the purple rooms. Devante has always been a very calm person, also during sex. Sex with him is so relaxing it feels like yoga or another form of therapy. The passion that Shawn and I had was something new, something I don't experience a lot.

There is also a lot of talking when Devante and I sleep together, I don't know why. I once told him a joke while I was riding his cock and we both came while laughing our asses off. It was kind of funny. When I think back to that day, a smile appears on my face and I feel my body relax. Devante is just what I need right now.

'Cee!' Elijah calls my name when he sees me walking off with Devante.

'Yes?'

He runs to me with a piece of paper between his fingers. I look at it for a moment and see something written down on it.

'Mr Mendes asked me to give this to you right before he left.' Elijah says, handing me the note.

'Thanks.' I grab it from his hand and shove it in my bra without looking at what is written on the note.

Devante and I take our time while finding our way to the Purple Room. He tells me about the banana pie his sister made him yesterday and how his nephew stole it from his plate when he wasn't looking. I chuckle and grab the note out of my bra anyway.

305-745-7485
Call me!
x Shawn

I chuckle and fold it again. A few seconds later, I realise Devante has stopped walking and I turn around to see what's wrong. I see him staring at me with his jaw dropped and wide eyes.

'Mr Mendes? Shawn?' He blinks a few times. 'Shawn Mendes?!' He yells like a fangirl.

'Shhhh!' I shush him and grab his wrist, dragging him with me.

'Yes, Shawn Mendes. Don't tell anyone or we'll have to behead you.' I say.

He bites his lip and runs to me, whispering something in my ear.

'Get me his signature, please?!'

I nod and swat his arm. I ask him why he's making a big deal out of this. He knows famous, rich, very important men come to this place. He even is one of them!

'I know that! But I'm rich because of my family. Shawn Mendes is famous because of his music. The music I listen to!' Devante shouts again.

I laugh and bump my shoulder into his. We finally arrive at one of the Purple Rooms and I grab the key to open it. As soon as we get inside, we both start to undress. It's not even sexy or awkward, it has become natural. I am used to seeing this man naked and he has also seen me naked a lot of times.

I get down on my knees in front of him and lick the tip of his already hard cock. He exhales and puts his hands on the back of his head, thinking about something while I suck his cock.

'Do you think cereal is soup?' He asks.

This is what I mean.

'Of course not! It's a breakfast meal, but not a soup kind... right?' I'm starting to doubt myself.

He chuckles and I take him back into my mouth, sucking harder this time. He moans and runs his fingers through my hair. After a few minutes, he lifts me off the ground and lays me down on the big bed in the middle of the room. He moves over my body and rolls a condom down his cock before he slides inside.

'I want a wife, Cee.' He says out of nowhere.

'I don't know where to get you one.' I say, suppressing a moan.

He closes his eyes for a moment as he starts to move faster inside of me.

'I was thinking about you. You are my best friend and I don't really know if I will have a connection with anyone like I do with you.' He says with a calm voice.

'But, Devante, we're just friends and you're my client.'

He sighs.

'I know, but my mother is pressing me to settle down and I don't think I will find someone I can trust. Every girl I meet is after my money.' I chuckle and look into his deep brown eyes.

He smirks and rolls his eyes before continuing.

'Yeah, I know you're after my money too - in a way - but at least with you, I know what I can expect. Plus, you're always nice to me anyway, even though you're getting paid.'

'Don't worry, I get it. But you can't choose to "settle" for me when you can find the love of your life. And I don't want to get married right now anyway.' I think for a moment.

I do know someone who wants to get away from here if she will be able to live a predictable life with a secure husband. Mia. I don't know if Devante and Mia will like each other though. Devante is only seven years older than I am, plus Mia has a son and I don't know if he is ok with that.

'Maybe I can introduce you to someone?' I say as Devante is kissing my neck.

'You can?' He sounds surprised.

The pleasure starts to build in my abdomen when he keeps hitting the right spot. My eyes roll back in my head and I hear a satisfied groan falling from his lips. I grasp his strong arms, holding his body up next to my face as the orgasm rushes over me. I moan and bite my lip, pleasure coursing through my body.

'Yes. Next time, try to get an appointment with Emmi, I think you'll like her.' I tell him, a little out of breath.

Emmi is Mia's stage name.

'Thanks, Cee. That means--' He spills into the condom as he pounds into me one last time.

He exhales a couple of times and I chuckle.

'... A lot.'

Devante climbs off the bed and tosses the used condom in the bin close to the door. He reaches his hand out to me and pulls me out of bed, giving me my clothes. I tell him that I am going to take a shower before leaving the room, and he decides to join me.

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