I wake up, feeling warm and cozy. I look up to Ed's face peering closely to mine, I startle.
"Hello y/n, you were out for a while there, my sweet tangerine princess." He whispers closely to me. I feel shivers up my spine. His accent is like orange marmalade spreading on toast.
"Uhh hi? Where are we?" I say, struggling to scramble off his lap, embarrassed of my position. Even if I have delicious ginger fantasies about him, Ed is still a stranger to me.
"We are in my car of course, y/n." I look around, everything in the car interior is orange, the driver wears a jaunty cap, with a carrot on top. I scream, the reality of the situation sinks in, I am stuck with Ed Sheeran.
"What is wrong my darling??" He asks, looking orangely concerned.
"What are you going to do me?!" I ask, tears brimming in my iridescent deep ocean pool eyes.
"Everything." He says seductively.
I blush a florissant orange. Everything??
"U-uhh a- what-?" I stammer, my cheeks a ginger flush.
"Just kidding" He laughs, "Just like to make you blush sweet cheeks.
"You will be my assistant, for some of my more underground business deals, I need someone who will keep quiet. Except in bed of course." He smirks. And I blush again. I hate him for making me blush with his vulgarity. I hate him I hate him I hate him. I wish I never listened to Bad Habits.
But wait, underground business deals? Whatever does he mean??
"You got that, y/n?" He asks.
"Y-y-yes" I stammer.
"Yes what?" He says sternly.
"U-u-h yes sir??"
"Good girl."
I hate him.
