Once a bad boy

No, dickhead – you should instead be gullible enough to tell me more of your secrets; I groaned in my head before mustering a malicious smile.

“We shouldn't be discussing that here since we are not alone,” I whispered, motioning to the maids dishing our food.

Shawn barely glanced at them before lifting a corner of his mouth and raising a brow. “Oh, come on, Serenity. They don't care.” He shrugged stoically.

Raising my shoulders slightly with a frown, I mouthed a ‘Hell no. I care’ and Shawn merely chuckled.

Once our foods were served, we chit-chatted for a while with Shawn exploring every way to flirt with me and I, trying to squeeze information out of him.

At least, he initiated the conversation. Just as I was about to swallow a plantain, Shawn’s eyes landed on me. “So, Ms. Architect,” He drawled, leaning back in his chair. “When you are not in that office, what do you do? How do you unwind?”

I swallowed, knowing fun wasn't exactly a word I ever use often. “Oh, you know,” I said, tryi