(mark x reader)

Meeting the (wo) man in charge

         Pessimistic, a word used to describe me often, I tend to see situations in the worst way. I'm pretty basic, a copy paste of a cold business women.

It's easy to miss me in a crowded place. Of course sometimes people will pick me out for a one night stand or because of my talent in the work place.

No means to brag, but I'm a graduate from Stanford law, in both high school and college I graduated valedictorian with a 4.0 grade point average.

Again I'm typical rich women with a high sense of entitlement paying my way out of problems. My parents are political donors. Meaning we are favored by whoever is in office. No matter the level.

Yet I still eat at a local coffee shop, I blame this on my mother I could have my coffee imported from some foreign country. My mother always taught me just because I'm rich doesn't mean I need a lavish life style. From a young age this was hammered into me springing a love for local restaurants.

My inter monologue broke as a man walked in, I analyzed him, his black hair hung in his face he seemed stressed. An aura radiated from him as he ordered, I noticed how tight his shirt fit his body.

"I'll have that right away! What's the name!" The hyper active barista asked the mysterious man
"Mark," he let a light smile the teenager then wrote that on a cup.
Mark, scanned the tables his eyes landed on me he was locked on me.

He walked to a nearby table and sat at the one next to me, I didn't notice how close the tables were until I he sat down.

"Hello," he only said one word and I was annoyed but again my mothers indulgence of selfless kindness clouded my thoughts.

"Afternoon, Mark" he was taken aback by my knowledge of his name.
"Uh, w-what's your name," he stuttered
"Y/n L/n," I replied
"Tell me about yourself, Y/n L/n" his attempts to be slick and charming were coming to no avail.

"I'm a lawyer." I sighed signaling I'm annoyed,
"Wow, that's really cool was it hard?"
"Going to law school? Yes of course." I scoffed at his arrogance.

He stared at me,
"Are you waiting for me to carry the conversation?"
"Do you not want to?" His voice became quiet,
I reached and shut my computer,
"Not particularly, but you don't seem out of questions." I started to put my stuff away.

"I can stop bothering you," he watched me his face red with embarrassment,
"No, I've already turned my focus, and the tables, tell me about YOURself" I turned my body to face him, making sure to keep my poise. His drink came, he thanked the women and smiled her off.

"Well, I'm a YouTuber!" He perked up
"Come again?" I was confused YouTuber I know if YouTube is he the creator?
"Uhm, like I make videos online?" He cocked his head amused by my lack of knowledge.
"Your a porn star?" I rose my brow, he seemed like the type,
"LORD! No! I make gaming videos I don't take off my clothes!" He became defensive,
I let out a laugh,
"Yeah? Alright well how many people watch your videos," I smirked his mood lightened,
"At this moment in time I have 32 million subscribers," he leaned in, he didn't say this was vanity in his words but, pride?
"Impressive Mark," I complimented him he was proud of himself.

"So what's your job though," I leaned in my chair
"YouTube," he repeated
"Are you unaware of YouTube," he was intrigued quickly I became embarrassed
"Well I know of it just never gave the care to watch videos, so it contributes to a lack of knowledge." I shrugged trying to make up for my stupidity.

"I can always show you around the site, it's really interesting, although...it may be to, much for a prestige lawyer such as yourself." Mark leaned in
"But to show you around I'll need your number" he winked
"You sure as hell know how to turn tables huh Mark," I put an edge on his name, I grabbed a napkin pulling a pen out of my bag signing my number.

He had a devious smile,
"Really, I can't wait to see you again." I smiled grabbing my things and standing up. I slipped him my 'number' and walked out.

Of course I slipped him a fake number

1-800-no thanks

I looked through the window to see him staring back at me he held my business card up and spun it in his fingers. I stopped and stared at him. A cheesy smile plastered on my face. I gave him a nod and continued to walk to my car.

Marks POV

I checked her business card
'Y/n L/n corporate lawyer, l/nlaw@gmail.com
1-800-1234'

I slipped it in my pocket and got up finishing my drink. I tossed it as I walked out and her phony number.

Somthing about her made me curious, intrigued me. Maybe I'll switch lawyers...

Y/n pov

I washed my face one thing on my mind, him. Why was he so curious.

I dryer my face from the water, I pushed open my bathroom door to hear a knock at my bedroom door I stepped behind my changing screen.

"Come in!" I yelled slipping into my silk pajamas.
"Darling? I've come to say goodnight!" My fathers voice called

Yes I'm 29, and yes I love with my father.
But hear me out. I have entire wing of the house to myself, my father of course visits me throughout the day.

I stepped out from behind my changing curtain.

"Thank you, goodnight Dad."
"Be ready for our dinner tomorrow, Linda is coming." He warned me
"You know how I feel about Linda, Dad." I rose my brow he kissed my forehead,
"And I appreciate you tolerating her," he pulled me in for a hug,
"Only for you," I embraced him.
"Well goodnight my love,"
"Goodnight," I waved him off he stepped out, leaving me alone again, I turned my lights off.

Laying in my lavish bed, turning on my TV, watching whatever sitcom was on.
Then loudly my phone started to ring but not my mobile my work phone.

I picked up,
"Hello? L/n Law firm is closed at this hour I-" the low voice cut me off on the other end,
"I knew I'd find you," Mark's voice soothed my ear,
"Mark? It's late you know, I better not be a booty call." I laughed a little,
"No no, I just want your real number," his smile was practically in his words.
"Why should I," I leaned back on my bed,
"I think we could be great friends Y/n," He started typing,
"What are you doing right now?" I asked twirling the cord on the phone,
"I may have done my research on you, no social media?" He seemed surprised,
"Yeah? What else have you found?"
"You were top of your class at Stanford!" He said as if I didn't know,
"Woah really?" I mocked him,
"It's bold of man to call a women he's just met," I rolled on my stomach.
"I go after what I want, it seems so do you," he said slick alright.
"Fine, only because you piss me off." I read my number off to him.
"How kind, thank you~" his voice had a soothing end.

Yet I could sense a danger in his kindness,

"Am I the only one doing my research?" He asked,
"I've thought about your YouTube, but, just like my number, I never got your channel name."

"M-a-r-k-I-p-l-I-e-r, you'll find me" then just as quick as he came he left.

"Oh that son of a gun." I smirked then looked to my tv, I pulled up YouTube,
I typed it in, then his chocolate eyes met me again, he had...intriguing titles.

I clicked on the first one, somthing about star-dew valley, I started with one video and call into a rabbit hole.

Five nights of Freddy's
Scary games
Simulators
And games with his buddies.

I don't know how I became so enveloped in his channel, his voice, his energy, was intoxicating.

A one night stand wouldn't be an awful idea...