Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 26

Zayn

-four days later-

The boys and I were on a flight back to Los Angeles for the Video Music Awards, and thus the west coast tour began. We were all excited and nervous to be back in LA.

Or rather, the boys were.

My heart was stuck in my throat and I couldn't stop sweating. I was going to see Justin soon, and I couldn't help but feel the excitement coursing through my veins. But alongside the anticipation there was also a tiny bit of fear. What the hell would happen when we actually met?!

I flew to Danny who was already there to help me with the negotiation because I probably wouldn't know what questions to ask and that's why I needed my lawyer there. Someone who could keep me in line or help me back to the present when I was drifting off and thinking about certain dirty things.

I was unable to concentrate on anything, I kept forgetting things and almost tripping over my own feet as I frantically tried to catch my flight. And that said a lot since I was so scared of flying.

The flight was pretty boring and I couldn't stop myself from bouncing my knee and banging it on something the whole time, I was nervous as hell. And the thought of seeing Justin made me feel hot and cold at the same time. I probably wouldn't be able to look him in the eye or have a conversation with him without stuttering.

Talking on the phone or texting is so different than actually having a face to face conversation. People couldn't see your facial expressions or properly interpret the tone of your voice, so you could make sure your facade stayed up without anyone seeing your true emotions.

But a real conversation? Well, that's a whole different thing. You have the body language, the tone of voice, eye contact and other outward expressions. Some people could read others like a book, while others were clueless and dumb as a brick. And I had the feeling that Justin was one of those people who was very observant. Because Justin had the annoying tendency to be the kind of person who could read emotions in other people's facial expressions. He just always knew when I was in a different mood than wanting to yell at him. He could tell in a millisecond and that was really annoying. It's just like I'm always so vulnerable and open around him, like I'm lying naked in front of him and he can see everything.

Thinking about my nakedness just reminded me of the last dream, this time it was a kind of sequel to the one last week. And it ended abruptly again when my phone rang.

I hated how excited and horny I always got after these dreams. My body lost all self-control, it just wanted sex, sex, and more sex. It wanted the release, the intimacy, and the fucking rush that came with sex. My body begged to be loved, caressed, and touched. Ugh, I was still totally turning into a girl!

My cock throbbed and hardened at the mere mention of sex.

I adjusted my jeans and tried to get down. Getting hard on an airplane is not exactly elegant.

I reached for my phone, my heart beating faster when I saw the new message.

Just a few more hours and you can finally see your sexy as fuck husband ;) -Justin

I rolled my eyes. Arrogant bastard. And put my phone back in my pocket, I had no signal up here anyway. Unless God had installed a wifi box somewhere, so I couldn't answer or something.

We were in the middle of the Pacific, so we would be in a different time zone when we reached LA. Wonderful...

The only way I could fly right now without having a panic attack or getting a hard-on was to just try and get some sleep.

Our flight would probably arrive at 3:00 p.m. and Danny would be waiting for me at the hotel where we were sleeping. The meeting, Danny said, would not last much longer than an hour. This one would be the most critical because of the first meeting with Justin's lawyer. His lawyer was still the best in the business, or so Danny said.

I sank deeper into my seat and leaned my head against the pillow, trying to relax and get some rest.

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"Hey, we're going to stay at the Hilton Hotel since we're only here for one night. So let's go to the hotel and get ready around 5:30 so we can get to the red carpet in time." Liam said as we got off the plane.

I nodded, but what Liam didn't know is that I had a date. A date with Justin fucking Bieber and our lawyers. I walked to the car. Quietly because I didn't want to draw attention to myself, and my stomach was churning like crazy. Alan Bridges' office was surprisingly close to the hotel, just down the street to be exact. I sent a quick message to Danny so he wouldn't stalk around like the bossy lawyer he was.

Just landed -Zayn

All right, hurry up, Zayn. We'll be late otherwise, and that's not the best first impression we can make. -Dan

Sure -Zayn

I rolled my eyes. Danny was just so picky and focused on looking good in front of the best entertainment lawyer that he had to stress and almost had a heart attack himself. Obviously, Danny was a huge fan of his idols in his own business. What a nerd.

The drive to the hotel went by pretty quickly, we didn't have to drive through the freeways with all the traffic because luckily the hotel was almost part of the airport and pretty much around the corner.

In front of the hotel I could see a rental car, it was a Mercedes with tinted windows.

Oh, Danny, so discreet. As if someone would recognize your car.

As I jumped out of the car and walked towards it, Liam grabbed my shoulder. "Where are you going, Zayn?"

I bit my lip. "I just want to meet a friend, it's nothing big. I'll be back in time. I promise, Liam." And I scurried back to the car before he could answer.

The door swung open for me and I saw Danny sitting in front of me in an Italian black suit and tie, sunglasses on his nose, impatiently tapping his expensive designer shoes. He was the absolute mainstream lawyer with his briefcase and everything.

"We have ten minutes, we have to be there by then," his English accent broke the silence as he started the engine and drove down the road.

The drive was mostly silent because Danny said he would do all the talking and I should trust him. I just nodded and stayed silent because I didn't want to annoy him when he looked like he was about to shit his pants.

He's not alone, I muttered to myself, I was a mess. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I just wanted this meeting to go as planned, to get the annulment fixed and get away from all this shit. I just wanted to get this marriage over with and move on with my life. I didn't want these complicated emotions anymore, I wanted to be free of all the chaos and I wanted to go back to my simple, single, carefree pop star life.

We headed toward one of LA's skyscrapers, it was fucking huge. It was silver and ultra-modern, it was one of those buildings that had too many floors and too many types of different offices.

Danny parked the car in one of the visitor parking spaces and we left in a hurry because we - uh, oops, Danny - didn't want to be late.

Danny strutted eagerly toward the skyscraper while I followed. Exhaustion slowly gave way to rising nervousness.

That was it.

--

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, Justin doesn't seem to know what the word punctuality means." The surprisingly young lawyer rolled his eyes. He wasn't as serious as I thought he would be at first, he was a nice guy, with a lot of sarcasm. No wonder Justin chose this guy as his lawyer.

Danny laughed. "That's okay, we were worried we'd be late."

I sighed deeply, why did he have to be late now too...

"That's good, I think I should ask if you'd like something to drink. I can ask my secretary for water, lemonade or coffee?" he offered, getting up from his chair.

"Two waters would be good." Danny answered for me, he really did do the talking for me.

Alan nodded and smiled as he walked over to the door. "Hey, Beth, could you get us two waters and two Cokes?"

Alan was about to close the door when we heard someone call out, "Yeah, Shawty, could you get me a small glass of Coke? With ice! Thanks, sweetheart!"

I rolled my eyes, but my heart was pounding against my ribcage and I clenched my fists.

Alan couldn't help rolling his eyes as well when he held the door open and I heard the footsteps coming toward us. It sounded like those guys with their pants down their asses, I want to see them all trip over it and fall someday. I didn't look

directly at the door because I just couldn't. I didn't really want to see him. I just wanted to leave. I didn't even want to be here. Nope, not one bit.

I heard the door close and I just looked at the wall, trying not to make eye contact, it all felt so fucking awkward. My heart was racing and my body was begging me to finally look at him.

But I just couldn't. I just wanted to let my lawyer talk. I could feel the tension, you could practically cut it with a knife.

"Hey, wifey," he finally broke the silence.

I couldn't help but look up and glare at him. "Hello, asshole."

His lips formed into a wide grin, his hair was combed into a different style, he was wearing a simple white shirt with a leather jacket and he put the sunglasses that completed the outfit on the desk.

"It's time, isn't it?"

"It couldn't be more punctual." I said, rolling my eyes.

He laughed. "Just as prickly as always," he winked. "I love it."

I raised an eyebrow and cracked my knuckles. "Don't take this the wrong way, and I don't want to send the wrong message, and my mother said it's rude to tell people to fuck off. But I can't help it right now."

His eyes sparkled with mischief and his smile didn't falter at all, while I caught myself staring at his lips. I unconsciously licked my own when I saw how red and full Justin's were. My thoughts slowly wandered back to the +18 scenes in my dreams and I felt my cheeks burning.

"Oh, Wifey, how polite of you. You don't want to hurt my feelings?" he sneered and grabbed my arm, which made me flinch as I felt the electric shock coming from him.

"Stop it now, we have business to do here and besides, some people flew here especially for this meeting." Alan interrupted.

"You live on Sunset Boulevard, Bridge, it's a fifteen minute drive." Justin replied and laughed quietly. The corners of my mouth twitched too.

"I actually meant Daniel, he had to travel all the way here from England."

"And I only flew here from New York, not difficult at all, no." Justin snorted.

Danny laughed out loud. "It's okay, you don't have to defend me, I'm a lawyer, I should be able to defend myself." He winked at Justin, who just snorted again.

"You have a better accent than my wifey over there." Justin joked and I glared at him angrily.

"A dying walrus sounds better than your I-want-to-be-a-gangster American accent." I countered and threw invisible daggers at him.

Justin burst out laughing. "Oh, Wifey, I missed your weak answers."

"Stop it now! It's great fun, but this is more serious than your old married couple comedy!" Alan interrupted again.

"God, Bridge, are you trying to impress that Danny guy?" Justin shot back, grinning so hard I had to try not to react like the fangirls at the sight of us.

"I'm not, I'm just trying to be professional. First you're late and then you hold us up, sit down and shut up. We need to get this cancellation shit sorted out and set a date." Alan scolded him.

Justin crossed his arms and frowned, looking like a small, sulky little kid. "You're such an ass today, Bridge, did you forget to take your Xanax this morning?"(1)

I bit my lip, I thought Justin was being sarcastic and original over the phone, but in reality he was even more so. And I found it really endearing and fascinating.

"Keep bitching at me, because at the end of the day, it's not you who pays my salary. Scooter will." Alan grinned.

Justin rolled his eyes and lightly slapped Alan on the shoulder. "It's all fine, I just want to confuse you."

"Fine by me, I don't. But I'd be really happy if this shit could go on now and we could get on with our lives."

Again, Justin just rolled his eyes and turned back to me, flashing me a cheeky grin, which only made me growl, after which he just laughed quietly.

"Okay, I guess Zayn wants his last name back." Alan began.

"No, the wifey loves being thought of as Bieber now. He's like the male version of Kris Jenner, only my name is worth far more." Justin said innocently, I just pressed my lips together in annoyance.

"Yes, my client wants his last name back. This whole marriage was a misunderstanding." And I felt my heart fill with disappointment and I swore I could see the same thing in Justin's eyes for a second.

What the actual fuck.

"Indeed. But now that they're married, both have been able to access each other's money, however since the annulment is in process, neither side has the right to any money." Alan continued.

Justin and I both let out a sigh of relief at the same time and then both giggled at the other's reaction.

"Well, let's discuss the details." Alan said with a small smile and we all turned to him.

"Yes."

--

I didn't pay much attention to the rest of the meeting because I was too busy catching myself staring at Justin. Creepy, I know, but this is the first time I've seen him in months.

I know you're all thinking "you only saw him recently" but the circumstances were really different and this time he's my husband and we're married. And besides, we're trying to arrange an annulment so we can get our lives back to normal and forget this ever happened.

But somehow I couldn't help it, my body heated up and I just wanted to grab Justin and push him onto the desk. I wanted to take him, I wanted to steal him and do him the same favor he did to me.

I'm going crazy. Yeah, I should look for a suitable place...

But I knew that maybe I was really attracted to my husband. (haha, hopefully not like that^^ imagine if your boyfriend always helped you put on your pants... kind of depressing. Taking them off would be hotter) We can cross that off, he's sitting two steps away from me and my sexual frustration is coming over me in waves. Lust and pretty erotic images of me and Justin fucking him in all possible positions now reigned in my mind.

It was certain that I had to stay away from him. If he ever came any closer, I didn't know if I could control myself. I would probably lose all my self-control and... yeah. I had to keep this disgusting secret from him.

He would never speak to me again and that wouldn't help us in our predicament of getting a divorce.

And whenever I stared at Justin, he would look at me and then back at the two lawyers who were still discussing some small, important detail. But I didn't care, I just didn't want to be married anymore.

Because once we were divorced, I would never have to see him or talk to him again. And I could move on with my life, like he could. I could get over these conflicts and the wrong feelings I was harboring. (CAN YOU HEAR IT???? Crack... crack... crack THAT'S MY HEART, IT'S FUCKING BREAKING!!!) It was just a phase. (CRACK! That's it... that's it... I have to... *voice gets quieter* say goodbye to you... *dead*)

"All right, I'll keep working on it." Alan brought me out of my trance, and I looked at the two men who were shaking hands with a smile.

"It was nice meeting you, Zayn. I'll get this done as soon as I can. I promise." He said with an elegant smile and a look of determination. He held out his hand to me as Justin and Danny exchanged a few words and laughed, shaking hands.

When Alan had finished shaking my hand, the two lawyers left the room, chatting, and they left me and Justin behind. Alone. (Uuhhh, by the way, I'm a ghost now, yeah. I came back. You can call me Myrtle, Moaning Myrtle. *smug grin* oh wait, they already exist *grin collapses* then I'm Bond. James Bond... fuck, they already exist - yeah, yeah, I'm going on *annoyed look because you threw me off with the book*)

Okay, fuck me in the knee.

My body felt too incredibly hot again and my heart was racing as Justin smiled at me. (God, I wanted to write a smile... but then I realized that it sounds like shit) He should be banned, him and his sexy as fuck smile. (*throws himself into the nearest trash can, puking*) And those damn pretty eyes.

"Wifey? Is everything okay?" Justin pulled me out of my deep thoughts.

I shook my head. "I'm fine," I said briefly.

He laughed quietly and held out his hand, but more at the angle intended for a kind of "bro hug." I swallowed, I didn't know what would happen if we touched.

I raised my hand and touched him, almost hesitantly. And I was surprised at the warmth, security and shock he radiated and ran through my arm and body. My breath stopped when he pulled me towards him and whispered in my ear:

"I'll see you tonight, Wifey. Dress up for me." His breath fanned over my ear and I had to bite my lip hard to keep myself from shoving him against the wall and kissing him until he could take no more.

When he let me go, I was hot, overwhelmed, and so perversely horny.

Again.

When he walked through the door and I watched him stroll away from me, I couldn't help but check him out.

Justin fucking Bieber is going to be the death of me.

And he didn't even know it!

Tonight is going to be hell on earth for me.

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