Strictly Professional ~ Onceler x fem reader fanfic

~CHPTR 25 pros and cons~

"Well whatever he is, he's a pain! A liability at best, a car crash at worst. Its not worth it"

"Well I'd like to meet him."

"You already have technically"

"How so?"

"The skinny prick was following me! He saw me dropping you off at Izzy's place."

"He was following you? What does he look like?"

"Well, he's tall, skinny and has dark hair. His eyes are really blue."

"Aww, you're swooning! He sounds perfect for you!" Your mother squeezed your cheeks, you swatted her hands away.

"Oh stop it, I'm not getting involved anymore"

"But you want to"

"I really do" You blurted out. This shocked you, your mom laughed.

"Told ya, what I recommend is you write out a list of pros and cons. What you can't stand about him, and what you love about him. Start there." Your mother advised. Not a bad idea.

"Hmm, maybe I'll try that-"

"Serves up! Enjoy Y/N and Y/N's friend" The chef placed the food onto the table, you inhaled the smell of it. Delicious.

"Wow! This is a definite improvement from prison food!" You laughed at her words, she always did crack you up.

You dug into your food, savouring every last bite. Once you finished your mother spoke again

"I know how you are Y/N , always cutting yourself off from emotions. Yes, it's good for business. But emotions make us who we are, good or bad. Think about that" Your mother warned, she wasnt wrong.

"Hmm, I'll take it into consideration" You smiled at your mom, she gleamed back. After all this time, all the pain and suffering, you just found it easier to block the emotions. I allowed you to focus on your goals in life. But once the past came back to present, that became difficult. The emotions came in a wavetide, leading to decisions you wouldn't usually make. Like forming some sort of bond with what was meant to be a business only relationship.

"Total is $25 , cash or card?" The waiter asked. Your mother looked at you sadly. She pretended to search her bag for money, you put your hand on hers.

"I'll cover it, card please" You pulled out your card, your mother looked upset.

"It's fine mom, it's not exactly gonna break the bank" You said light-heartedly. She half smiled, thanking you.

You drove her back to your sisters house and bid farewells, then drove yourself home .

You set out a pen and paper, drawing a line down the middle. You drew a happy face on one side, an angry face on the other.

Pros: Attractive, kind, rich, tall, intelligent, cute, cooks the best pancakes, gives the best cuddles, always complements me, gentleman, amazing sex.

You wrote on, filling up the side of the page. Now for cons

Cons: Overprotective, nosy, cocky...

You couldn't think of anything else, you'd expected more to come to mind. What the actual fuck was wrong with you? As you tried to write more, a knock could be heard from the front door.

You looked through the peephole, Onceler.

"Y/N? I know your in. We need to talk." You sighed, unlocking the door. He walked straight in with urgence , a worried look on his face.

"What do you want?" You asked as angrily as you could muster. Truth was, you weren't exactly unhappy to see him.

"About us, and what I said. I'm sorry. Everyone has there own shit."

"Yep , you should be less nosy you know"

"I mean I didn't exactly follow you, it was an accident" Onceler spoke, you though about it for a moment

"I might think about accepting your apology"

"You always surprise me Y/N."

"I like to keep people guessing."

He moved closer to you, peering down at you.

"I've been thinking about us, and what we could be."

"Why's that?"

He moved more close this time, your faces were inches away from each others.

"Because.."

"Because what?"

He put his mouth to your ear, whispering the following words:

"I can't fucking live without you" His voice dripped in lust, those words sent your mind into a frenzy.

You kissed passionately, your tongues fighting for dominance. Your hands were all over each other.He spoke for a moment.

"I know what you want Y/N"

"What's that?"

"Let me show you"

With that, he sweeped you off your feet, carrying you to the bedroom with intent. This would be a long night...