2043 - Justin Bieber AU

|Chapter 7|

Chapter 7; knowing too much

"Who was that?" I asked once the door was shut. I watched Justin run a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots.

"No one," he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He looked stressed, to be honest and I have never seen him look like that.

"If it was no one, then he wouldn't be bothering you so much," I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. I walked to his desk and sat down on the chair in front of it. He ignored my comment and took my brother's file into his hands, flipping through it.

I couldn't help but giggle slightly to myself when I noticed that he looked exactly like my brother when he was working. Unorganized, tousled and stressed. I didn't think he would hear it, but nothing seems to go unnoticed by this man.

"What's so funny?" he asked, eyeing my warily.

"Nothing," I bit my lip to stop another laugh falling from my lips. He looked really funny when he was confused. "But listen, I really want to get home now. Can you give me the folder back please and tell your men to move?" I tried, seeing how he was smirking again. He then shook his head which made me grunt in annoyance. All I wanted was to go home.

"I don't think so ... I would like you to do something for me first," he grinned, leaning back into his chair with the file still in his hands.

"What would that be?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Why did he have to be so difficult? I gave him what he wanted, he could show at least a little mercy and let me go home.

"Well, I would really love to take you home with me and have you strip for me. Maybe then bend you over and fuck you real good," he mumbled and I gasped at how direct he was being. I couldn't help but feel a little turned on by what he was saying. He was still the most attractive guy I had ever met, despite being the feared leader of district one. But that was it. His looks were sexy, but his persona was not even close. He was mean, rude and brutal and I couldn't let myself feel aroused by his words.

"But I can't do that because of the fact that you're my biggest enemy's sister," he added and I smirked.

"Too bad, huh?"

"Maybe we can just conceal your face with a mask. Would make the whole thing easier for me," he shrugged and I narrowed my eyes at his stupid remark.

"You are the biggest asshole I have ever met,"

"Well, you had to know one, right?" he smirked and I kept my eyes narrowed at him.

"I would rather it be someone else than you,"

"Touche,"

He then stood up from his chair and walked over to me, standing behind me. He placed his hands on my waist, bending over to whisper in my ear.

"You know, I really love my women feisty. And you being it the whole damn time is not making it easier for me," His voice sent shivers down my spine and I could help but close my eyes.

My body still wasn't used to his burning touch.

"You're just so damn infatuating. Most of the time I don't know whether I want to kill you or just fuck you. Both options would be incredibly satisfying to me," he mumbled again, biting down on my neck.

My eyes snapped open with his comment, making me just realise what the hell I was doing. I was letting the person that wanted my brother and I dead, that had treated me brutally more than just once and that was only out for power whisper to me and touch me.