Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 52

Zayn

A heavy heart and a racing mind is not really how you want to wake up from a comfortable sleep.
I looked to my right and Justin's side was blank, like always. I put my hand to my side, it was cold and something in my chest stabbed for some reason I didn't understand.
After such a beautiful night and day – apart from the restaurant scene – I should wake up happy. I should have a smile on my face, I should feel the same joy as yesterday. I should walk on light feet, just be happy, right?
But I wasn't, I wasn't really happy. I couldn't banish the strange, ugly feeling from my chest. As if I was somehow depressed. I discovered such gloomy feelings that I didn't even feel like moving. I just wanted to lie here and forget the world, I didn't want to leave. Not because I wanted to stay with Justin – okay, I did – but simply because I didn't really feel like getting up. I just wanted to stay in bed all day, I had no energy at all.
"Wifey?" his voice rang out and a soft knock was heard, I looked at him. He had a tray of food with him. I could see the two cups of orange juice and the plates of porridge.
I shook my head to get rid of the depressive thoughts. "Does that mean breakfast in bed?" I grinned, a few butterflies fluttering in my stomach for some strange reason. My lip twitched at the sweetness of the gesture.
"Nah, I just brought the food up here to show what I'd made and then take it back downstairs," he said, snorting as he came in, setting the tray on the nightstand as he climbed into bed with me. He was wearing pajama bottoms but his top was bare, so I had a good look at his golden chest.
When he reached over and placed the tray on his legs so we could eat from it, my eyes widened. He had cooked two bowls of porridge - two different kinds - a small bowl of chopped fruit and two glasses of fruit juice, all topped off with four golden brown pieces of toast.
"Why didn't you just wake me up like you usually do with your damn loud music?" I asked him as he took a sip from the right glass.
He almost choked on it, but his eyes met mine and the emotions swirled in them so intensely that my heart clenched in my chest. "Can't a husband just do something nice for his wifey without being questioned?"
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, so I just looked at the place setting and asked with a grin: "No Canadian bacon? I'm shocked!" I tried to break the tension. (You know, because of the insult "Canadian bacon" for Justin... that's supposed to be a joke... it doesn't work in German :/)
He laughed. "You know, a thank you would probably be more appropriate right now," he teased me and raised an eyebrow.
My cheeks started to burn, how could I be so rude? "Thanks Justin, this whole thing looks incredible!"
He hummed and turned his cheek towards me, tapping it with a finger. I looked at him in disbelief, one brow raised. "You've got to be kidding me, right?"
Justin just hummed again, still presenting his cheek, even a blind man could know what he wanted now. "Come on Wifey, it's just a kiss. The cook earned some payment, didn't he?"
"I rode you yesterday, I think that's enough payment for a few weeks."
He sighed. "Weeks? Are you sure?" he amused himself.
"If I could quote you: Harder Wifey, Harder, fuck Wifey faster, don't stop. Oh just like that, hmmmm." I mimicked his noises from last night with a fake turned on expression.
"I don't sound like that, I sound more masculine and commanding. Not feminine and humble like you," he replied with an "I know better" look.
I shrugged. "That's what I sound like when I fake an orgasm."
His eyes widened and I could see how much his honor was being violated. "W-what?" he sounded a little lost and incredulous and I started to laugh.
He pouted and I raised my hand to his cheek. "Aww, did I hurt your pride, Jussy?"
He crossed his arms and turned away from me, I leaned forward with a smile so I could kiss his cheek like he wanted. "Better?"
His eyes were directed at the ceiling as if he was considering and then he shrugged, holding his cheek out again. I rolled my eyes and leaned forward again, pressing my lips to his cheek and lingering for two seconds.
"Is everything okay now?" I whispered as I looked into his beautiful caramel eyes, my breath coming out hitched as I tried to sound at least somewhat playful.
"Yeah," he breathed out and winked at me, helping himself to a piece of toast. I scowled at his back but followed his example of eating the really delicious looking breakfast.

-*-

I was sitting on the kitchen island and those feelings that I had in bed when I woke up came over me again. And if it hadn't been for Justin and his fucking delicious food, I would still be sitting in bed.
My whole phone was spammed with Niall's calls and messages, saying how sorry he was for not defending me. You'd think I was still mad about what had happened, but I wasn't. I wasn't hurt anymore, to be honest I had completely forgotten about it.
I mean, who wouldn't be after such a wonderful day?
As I thought back to the concert, the surprise appearance of Justin and Chris, the corners of my mouth lifted. My heart leapt in my chest as I remembered how his eyes never left mine. He had been on stage for a thousand other people, but it felt like it was just for me.
I didn't quite understand it, but I felt terrible, so down and almost depressed. I didn't understand why I wasn't just happy. Justin could distract me by talking to me, but as soon as silence fell, the strange feeling came back.
Justin had tried to kiss me, but I didn't want to. Every time before his lips touched mine, I pulled back. I didn't know what was bothering me so much, I racked my brains about why I was acting like a girl on her period, but I couldn't think of it.
"But we'll never make it to six months, wifey."
I winced at the memory of what he had said before we fell asleep. I couldn't ask him what that meant, because he was asleep. With his back to me.
So I had hardly slept last night, it was as if those words were repeated over and over. Like a record was stuck, his voice never left me. I had stayed awake, tossing and turning on the bed, trying to find a position to sleep in, but I couldn't.
I had stared at his back, my heart aching and my insides clenching. I had just wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him, I had felt conflicted.
The unsure feeling those words gave me... that we would never make it to six months because we would sign the annulment. I didn't like it, maybe it was the tone of his voice or maybe the way he had worded it.
It was the most honest and brutal slap back to reality I had ever received in my entire life. Whenever I was feeling good, Justin had to bring up the subject.
He made it seem like he was glad to finally be rid of me, like he couldn't wait to sign his name and get me out of his life.
I hated the way he made me feel, I didn't know why it offended me so much but it fucking did. I hated that it felt like I was being eliminated or that the mention or thought of me was something horrible to Justin.
My hands clenched into fists at the thought, I didn't understand how or what I was feeling but it was all these emotions that I couldn't quite grasp. How they all came at me at once.
"Hey wifey, maybe we should go to a restaurant for dinner." Justin strolled in, his hair wet, and I snapped out of my trance immediately.
I shrugged in response, not quite trusting my voice to be able to form a sentence.
He looked at me sideways, but didn't ask. "Okay, I think we can go to that bistro in downtown LA, the food is really good, I think you'll like it."
I nodded, not looking at him, reaching for my glass that was on the counter next to me. "Okay, I'll lay out an outfit for you to wear, and I'll call and reserve a table while you get ready."
I didn't answer, just hopped off the granite counter and headed up to the bathroom. I could hear him talking to someone, but I was too eager to get away from him and these feelings to give a shit.

-*-

I came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around me and found Justin sitting on the bed next to clothes that he had obviously laid out for me. He was scrolling through his phone and when I entered the room he looked up and his gaze flicked to my bare breast with a grin.
I immediately felt the heat rising inside me. God, I hated how he could turn me on with just one look.
"I have a reservation for 1:30 p.m. but I can always move it to another time," he purred attractively, which made my lower half warmer and warmer. God.
But I shook my head. "Stop acting like a slut. You booked the table for that time, so let's stick to that."
He frowned. "Not even for a quickie?"
I snorted. "I just took a shower, I don't want to get dirty again."
He grinned. "Fine. I'll let you get ready, I'm downstairs."
With that, he stood up, walking towards me and my whole body begged me, praying that I would let him and let my desires take over.
He ripped my towel away from me, which made me freeze, and his hands went further down, touching places he probably doesn't know so well and almost making me moan. I was finding it really hard to resist this.
"Justin, don't." My knees started to go weak as he grabbed my crotch.
He laughed softly. "I think you mean keep going." and now that he was standing in front of me, his hand rubbing up and down in a steady rhythm, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to hold on to his shoulder.
"What about the quickie now?" he purred into my mouth and his chest pressed against mine, his length pressed against mine through the fabric. A somewhat helpless moan left my mouth.
As his lips took my mouth, he lifted me up at the same time while I gave up resisting. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he slowly tried to get to the mattress to gently lay me down on it. He leaned over me, my hair was entangled in his and as I pulled him on top of me, he sighed slightly.
He let go of my lips and I breathed heavily as he ran his lips over my chest, he placed light kisses here and there and my whole body was covered in goosebumps. His tongue slowly moved lower, licking off the remaining drops of water and completely out of control I thrust my hips towards him as he steadily moved deeper and deeper.
"I've wanted to try this the whole time." and before I could ask what the hell he meant, his tongue ran along my entire length once, making me gasp and throw my head back. My eyes were squeezed shut. God, you couldn't imagine how good that felt.
His tongue ran from bottom to top once, but this time from the other side. All I could do was claw my hands into the sheets and try not to moan quite so loudly. I reached forward, wanting that incredible feeling of his tongue on me again.
"Justin, please don't stop." I begged and he didn't. He brought his head back down and I exhaled in shock when I felt his tongue around my tip. My fingers clawed deeper and deeper into the sheets as if they were holding me up.
I felt him start to hum softly as his lips slowly closed around my tip, making my eyes widen. I sat up and looked at Justin, who was kneeling in front of the bed, his full pink lips wrapped around my length. I couldn't take it anymore, I fell back into the pillows as his mouth moved further down, making me moan more and more and my penis throb.
I could no longer control the moans as he started to suck. I had expected him to want to hammer himself into me again, like yesterday, but to be honest, this wasn't bad either. On the contrary.
I was left breathless when my tip hit the back of his mouth and he didn't even have to gag.
"How many times have you done that?!" I asked, gasping for air, and the familiar tingling in my abdomen started, announcing that I would come soon.
He only sucked harder and faster, moving his head up and down, his lips sending lightning bolts through my body and shivers down my spine.
"Justin, I'm about to cum," I warned, growling, but I think it was already a little too late, because the liquid had already shot out of my tip and into Justin's mouth. I screamed, clutched the mattress as if it would somehow support me, and then slowly collapsed.
His lips left my penis, which was now pretty much asleep. He looked pretty confused, because he somehow didn't know what to do with the semen in his mouth. He looked like he would love to just vomit it out, but he then decided to close his eyes, wrinkle his nose, and just swallow it.
I was too busy trying to get my breathing under control and my heart beating at a normal pace to care about what Justin was doing.
I carefully sat up on the bed, wiping my forehead when I saw that he was still pretty disgusted by the way my cum tasted.
"How many times have you done that, Justin?!" I asked with a raised eyebrow, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing the whole time.
He shrugged. "Oh, you know, I do gymnastics so I can give myself a blowjob," he said sarcastically and glared at me.
I laughed out loud, and he looked at me like I was crazy because my laughter could probably be heard from the other end of the street, but he just shook his head in amusement and threw my clothes at me. (If you've already read the book, you just know that he's not looking at him like that because he thinks he's crazy, but because he's so damn in love with Zayn that that laugh is the most beautiful thing there is to him and that's killing me so much...)
"Get dressed, we should be there in an hour."

-*-

"Wifey, you're awfully quiet, what's wrong?" Justin asked when I was caught up in one of my depressive thoughts again and was picking at my lunch, uninterested and distracted.
I looked up at him briefly and shrugged my shoulders, not really giving him an answer. He looked at me sideways, probably pretty frustrated that I was in such a bad mood.
"Is it because I gave you a blowjob? Because I got the impression that you enjoyed it," he guessed, narrowing his eyes.
I shook my head. "That was great, Justin, I really did," I assured him, mumbling, and placed a forkful of food in my mouth. I was so lost in my thoughts that I had barely exchanged a word with him during the drive and the starter.
He sighed. "Thank God, that was pretty spontaneous, but, um, I could get used to it."
I looked at him angrily. "Why are you doing that?"
"What exactly?" he asked, confused.
"Tell me shit like that!" I angrily stabbed a lettuce leaf.
"Shit, like what? What are you talking about?!" he asked angrily.
"You could get used to it? What the hell does that mean? Every damn time you have to say something like that, every time everything is okay, perfect, incredible you always have to ruin it with something like that!" I threw my hands in the air and could feel some people looking at us but right now I don't care one bit.
His eyes had gone wide. "What are you talking about? How am I ruining everything?!" he automatically and subconsciously defended himself.
Before I could answer though, the waitress came back with the bill and smiled: "Here you go, the bill as you asked for it, Mr. Bieber, do you want me to charge it to your account?"
Justin and I were too busy glaring at each other and the woman stood there with a slightly confused look on her face. You could see that she was trying to remain polite and calm but she seemed uncomfortable and asked: "Uh, sir?"
"Yes, count it," he said and threw his napkin on the table. He nodded his head towards the door, indicating to me that it was probably time to leave.
Justin was already out of the restaurant before the waitress could say goodbye and I followed him with clenched jaw and clenched fists. I was so pissed off and I didn't even know why.
When I caught up with Justin, he had already got into his Mercedes and had the keys in his hand. I hurried to follow him, not even expecting him to hold the door open for me this time, I just climbed into the car and closed the door before he stepped on the gas pedal.
The silence in the car was almost deadly and everyone could have sensed the silence and tension that was unusual for us. None of us wanted to talk anymore and I just hoped that he would drop me off at my hotel because I just wanted to get out. I didn't want to talk to him anymore, I was too angry about something I didn't even know anymore.
I was probably overreacting but I didn't care at all because my mind was so full of anger and rage that I could probably hit a child and not regret anything for the time being.
Judging by the route he took, we didn't drive back to his house on the freeway and I was glad about that. I didn't want to go back to his fucking awesome house. I wanted to go to my hotel room, alone.
The tension was becoming almost unbearable and I tried not to make a noise because I wanted it to be quiet here. So I just looked out the window.
When we reached an exit, I immediately recognized the street where my hotel was. I had to go back anyway because we had a gig tomorrow night. Incidentally, that was also the reason why Liam hadn't been on my tail for the last 36 hours.
"So, would you please explain to me what you meant when you said I always ruined everything?" he slowed the car down instead of driving faster like he normally would. He wanted to talk to me about it because he wasn't driving at breakneck speeds, he was driving slowly so we had all the time in the world to talk.
I ignored him, not caring that he had asked me a question.
"What's wrong with you, Wifey? I swear you're so damn bipolar, what did I do this time?!" he demanded, his hands tightly wrapped around the steering wheel.
I just shook my head. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of answering him. I didn't want to talk about it.
He growled. "Then we'll do it your way." and then he increased his speed so abruptly that we almost crashed into a Toyota that was on its side. He sped down the street and pulled into a parking space. He turned the key, turning off the engine but leaving the radio and fan on.
"What is it, Wifey? You've been acting like this all day." He looked over at me and I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He looked serious, he wasn't going to give up and keep driving until I started talking. And I couldn't even drive myself anywhere, so I was stuck here.
I decided to look at him. "Maybe we shouldn't have sex anymore." I spat.
"What?! Why?" He looked at me in shock.
"Because I'm tired of making out with you and doing all this... stuff with you, because in the end you always bring up the subject of the damn divorce anyway." I sighed. "Do you even notice how this makes me feel? I feel so damn thrown away and replaceable, like you can't wait to be rid of me, like you're going to start dancing for joy as soon as this shit is signed." I admitted, my heart aching and clenching at my words.
His eyes were wide and his mouth was open, he seemed frozen as if he didn't know what to say anymore. "Wifey, why are you making such a big deal out of this? I thought you'd be happy when we finally moved on from each other."
I sighed. "I am too, but I can't hear it anymore, I don't like you telling me all the time. I know we're doing this friends with benefits thing but I kind of thought you'd have more respect for me."
He sighed in annoyance. "Is that all you care about?! Respect?!"
"What else is there?! You can't wait to get rid of me because all I can get you is sex a couple of times before we do this!" I yelled at him, making him flinch.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again. He gave me an angry look. "But isn't that exactly what we agreed to? Not to sleep with anyone else until the paperwork is done?"
I opened my mouth, his words stung and I was unable to form complete sentences. I was completely speechless. The way he had just said that made an unpleasant feeling arise in my stomach.
He turned around and put the key back in to start the car. He pulled out of the parking space and began to drive back down the road. I had thought the tension earlier was already bad, but this time... God, I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
I felt like I could punch a wall, scream my lungs out just to get rid of these feelings I was having. But that would mean making a sound, forming a word, and I couldn't even do that right now.
It was like my entire mind was wiped clean and only those words were there. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I was caught up in his last words. I could stop them from playing over and over in my head.
When I recognized the hotel, my stomach tightened even more, to the point where I wanted to puke. Justin parked in silence and I wanted to say something else. But I couldn't remember how to form words anymore. I was angry and upset, but still there was this pain, every time the words he had spoken so matter-of-factly repeated themselves in my head. It felt like they were daggers and they were stabbing me in the back.
I opened the door and wanted to turn around, say goodbye and thank him for everything, but I saw that he seemed to have someone on the phone. So I shook my head and started walking up the stairs that took me to the hotel. I reached the door of the five star hotel and then I could hear the roar of the engine as it drove out of the parking lot and down the street.
I bit my lip and couldn't help but turn my head one last time to look back, only to see the black Mercedes from behind as it drove away through the crowded streets of Los Angeles. .

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