Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

He's The Boss (pt.2)

you guys thought you could get rid of me that easily? *smirks*

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You plopped down on your couch with a bowl full of popcorn and pressed play on your remote. You watched the title of your favourite movie pop up on the screen and you leaned back and tried to relax.

After what had happened at work earlier, you got home and took a long, hot bath to help relieve the stress and guilt you were feeling.

Okay, you knew he was married.

Okay, you and Kelly were pretty good friends.

Okay, you babysat their 3 kids occasionally.

Yes, you still had an affair with him.

No, you didn't care that he was married.

Well, until you got caught and saw the pain in Kelly's eyes.

So maybe she wasn't as attractive as the average person. And yes she was somewhat of a basket case. Yes her father had to pay for somebody to marry her.

But nobody deserved the pain that she must be going through right now.

Immediately after she left, Justin gathered his things and quickly hurried after her in fear that she'd do something she'd regret.

You left soon after, but not without criticizing looks from every employee on your way out. You held your head high as if you had no shame, even though it was all you were feeling.

You pushed away the thoughts about the day, deciding you were going to sit and enjoy your movie.

Half an hour later, there was a loud knock on the door, half scaring the shit out of you. Looking up at the clock, you saw it was 9:30 and you narrowed your eyes.

Debating whether or not you should grab your baseball bat, you slowly made your way to the door.

"Delivery for a Ms. Y/N," The delivery man informed when you opened the door. He handed you a clipboard, and after signing it, he handed you a small, square box.

"Thanks," You smiled before closing the door.

You looked down at the package suspiciously. It had no name, no return address, and no writing on it at all.

Was this a revenge package from Kelly?

Just as you were about to enter your kitchen, there was another knock on your door. Thinking the delivery man may have accidentally given you the wrong package, you held onto it and made your way back to the door.

"I see you got my package," Justin smiled sadly when you opened the door.

As you looked at the man before you, your jaw hit the floor. What the flying fuck was he doing at your doorstep? And why the flying fuck was he sending you packages?

"Yeah, you can take this back," You replied awkwardly and reached it out to him.

"I don't want it back." He ran his hand through his hair which you just noticed was extremely messy. As you looked farther down his body, you noticed his tie was missing, his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and he was wearing slippers.

"Coming from the beach?" You raised your eyebrow at his choice of shoes before turning around and walking into the kitchen. You heard the front door shut and the slapping of Justin's slippers against the tile floor.

"We need to talk." Justin called out as you grabbed a bottle of water from your fridge. When you turned back around, he was spread out on your couch.

"Make yourself at home why don't you." You announced sarcastically and rolled your eyes.

"I plan on it," He replied suggestively.

You whipped your head to look at him like he was crazy. "Nigga I beg your pardon."

He swung his legs off the couch and patted a spot on the couch beside him. "Come, sit, let's talk."

With a roll your eyes, you plopped down on the couch beside him. "You wanted to talk? Then talk."

"I'm divorcing Kelly."

Your eyes popped out of your head. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"I made her sign the divorce papers," He shrugged, "Dropped them off to my lawyer on the way over here."

You slapped your forehead, "What the fuck man? You're divorcing your pregnant wife?"

He shrugged again, "Minor details."

You jumped out of the couch and turned to look at him, hands on your hips. "Minor details? Listen up homeboy, that's not gonna happen. You're going to take your pale ass off my goddamn couch, take your pale ass to your goddamn car, drive your pale ass back to your goddamn house, then your pale ass is going to goddamn apologize to your pale ass goddamn wife, and yall pale asses gonna goddamn make up."

"Well, ex wife in a few weeks."

"She's pregnant with your child!" You threw your hands in the air.

"I know!" He ran his hand through his hair, "Her getting pregnant was not apart of my plans y/n!"

"What kinda screwed up plans you got going through your head?" You yelled.

"Where's the box?" He asked out of no where. He started looking around and when he spotted it on the counter, he got up and made a run for it.

"Why the hell are you worried about a box? You should be worried about catching the back of my hand to the side of your head if you don't get home to your wife!"

"Open it." He held the box out to you and you looked at him crazily.

"Did you not hear a word I just motherfucking said?"

"Just open the box." He begged.

You mumbled profanities and grabbed the box out his hand. You angrily began pulling it open and turned it upside down so the contents would fall out.

When you looked down at your palm, there was a little velvet box sitting in it.

When you looked back up expecting to see Justin standing, he was kneeling in front of you, eyes staring directly at your face.

"Y/n, I know the type of relationship we have isn't exactly normal, but y/n, over this past year, I've caught feelings for you. I know we agreed that we had no strings attached and this was just for fun, but I can't help that I've fallen in love with you. I love your personality. I love the way a room lights up when you walk in. I love and cherish every genuine moment and laugh we've spent together. I love your smile, your laugh, your eyes, the way you walk, the way you talk. I love all the little things about you. I, Justin Bieber, am head over heels in love with you. Please do me the honour of becoming my wife. Y/f/n, will you marry me?"

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so I realized  that you guys have never seen what I look like before, so I added a picture of my ugly face in multimedia

I apologize if I blinded you/cracked your phone screen

part 3?