Ariana flicked the light switch On as she stepped through the doorway to her office, actually her and Justin's office. They shared a roomy office together. As soon as she looked up from the floor, she saw the one and only, Justin Bieber in the flesh.
He wore a Gucci suit, mens boots, and Michael Kors watch that Ariana had bought for his birthday once. He wore it everyday and never took it off. For some reason it was really special to him.
"Javier, would you mind getting us a couple lattes?" Ariana ordered to her assistant, never breaking eye contact with those intense, alluring brown eyes of Justin's.
"Of course, Ariana." He walked out, closing the tall, double redwood doors behind him.
"Don't you just love the new secretary?" Justin asked jokingly, knowing that hiring a new secretary would piss off Ariana and he waited patiently for her reaction.
"You know, the short haircut, fake ass plump lips she got with a procedure, dainty hands, and that innocent little doe-eyed look,"Ariana mimicked Lola's face, mocking her,"She probably gives good head." Ariana said sarcastically.
"Yeah, you could say that again." Justin interrupted.
"What the fuck, Justin!" Ariana punched him in the shoulder.
"What?" He smirked, giving a "I couldn't help myself" look.
"You let her blow you?" Ariana looked down at his crotch and back up at his faced annoyingly.
"Well, I needed someone to do it since we haven't had any fun in awhile." Justin mumbled, glancing out the maxi-glass windows that went from the floor and reached the ceiling.
"God, you sound like an unpleased boyfriend." She rolled her eyes. Justin stayed quiet. Ariana and him always fooled around a little, but never really made anything official, making that the "it" question around the halls of Honeymoon Records. Will they? Won't they? No one ever knew what was going on but them two.
Ariana got closer, hooking her fingers in the jacket of his suit,"You know if you need anything from me I'll give it you." She whispered seductively into his ear. Justin smirked and let out a slight giggle,"I wouldn't want you to be unpleased."
"Well give that little bitch a run for her money." He faced her and winked. He pecked her on the cheek. And Ariana suddenly pushed Justin onto his chair behind his desk, and fell on her knees in between his legs. She came face to face with the bulge in pants that she caused and unbuckled them, dropping the garment to his ankles. Ariana pulled off his Calvin Klein's and started to lick his already hard length all the way up and down before taking it in between her lips. The warm walls of her mouth hollowed, closing around Justin's cock from the head all the way to the bottom of the shaft. Justin threw his head back, moaning and entangling his fingers in Ariana's hair, gently pushing on the back of her head craving more. She continued. They both heard the door open.
"Two Vanilla-Soy Lat-" Ariana threw her head up from under the desk, Javier went wide-eyed,"Oh, sorry guys. Did I interrupt something?" He blushed shyly.
"No, of course not." Ariana laughed nervously, snatching the hankerchief out from Justin's jacket pocket and wiping the corner's of her mouth. Justin quickly dressed the bottom half of his body back up quickly.
"Thank you, babe." Justin said to Javier, taking one of the drinks from him.
"You're great!" Ariana said taking the other and walking over to her desk at the opposite side of the room from Justin's. There was an awkward silence that filled the room for a little.
"Oh, Justin? Ariana?" They both looked up at him.
"You two have an appoitment for a demo in two minutes from a new client." He informed them. Ariana clapped excitedly and started to walk toward the door behind Javier who was already waiting by the elevator.
"You coming, Justin?" She asked him.
"I almost was." He joked, referring to Ariana's blowjob.
"Shut the fuck up." She laughed and walked out. Justin quickly ran up behind her squeezing her butt in a friendly way. And they chuckled together before stepping in the elevator to go to the Board Room.
Javier led them into the Board Room where they had all their big meetings and appointments. And apparently this person was going to be important. They both walked in, and a chocolate skinned man that looked like he was in his late-twenties stood up to present himself.
Ariana gasped. Justin groaned in annoyance.
"Guys, this is Big Sean."

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Honeymoon Records
FanfictionMs. Grande and Mr. Bieber own a multi-billion dollar recording label best known as, Honeymoon Records. This story will take you through the ins-and-outs of the music industry and how this love-hate, will they-won't they relationship intertwines into...