Forever Yours (Book 4 of 4) (Justin Bieber Love Story) ✔️

Chapter 11: Remi King

JUSTIN

I shrugged off my jacket and hung it over a coat rack that sat just inside the studio doors. Scooter was already at the booth with a guy named Liam and they were listening to the track we had recorded yesterday. It was a good one, but probably wouldn't end up on the album.

My head hurt from lack of sleep and, even though a week had already passed, I couldn't stop thinking about Serrina.

"Good," Scooter smiled over his shoulder at me, "You're here. Check it out," He waved me over and pointed into the booth. I hadn't noticed her before, but there was girl standing inside.

She was still focused on the woman inside with her and she had a smile that seemed to light up the room. I recognized her hair, a mix of blonde and pink, and wide blue eyes from magazines but her name wasn't coming to my mind.

"Meet Remi King. She's got a bunch of number one hits under her belt," He smiled and gave me a hard pat on the back, "And you're gonna duet with her on The Feeling."

At the mention of her name she seemed to notice us. She looked up and then down and did a quick double take before finally settling on me and her jaw dropped. She said something to the woman beside her and rushed out of the booth. Her heel caught on something and she stumbled out of the room and into the one I stood in.

"Oh. My. God." She gasped and stumbled over to me. Her hands reached for mine and she lifted them into the space between us, "I've been your fan since..." Her excitement made her look like a 10 year old, "Forever! This is literally my biggest dream."

I was smiling in embarrassment at the confrontation, "Well, it's nice to meet you." I told her and pulled my hands away from her. She didn't look insulted, so I took it as a good sign.

The one thing I remember about my young fans was that they were dedicated to my cause, whether or not I wanted it and if it was good for them.

"So," She had moved on from the immediate reaction, although her eyes were still glued to me, "I read your song and tweaked it a bit. If you don't like it we can go back to the original, but I tried to personalize my own bits."

"Oh," I nodded and looked over at Scooter, who was staring at her like she had offended his mother, "That's good. You liked the song though?"

"Loved it." She smiled, "You're amazing at writing."

"Thank you," I couldn't tell if she was sucking up or actually complimenting me, "I have some pretty great inspiration." As the words left my lips I thought about Serrina and guilt riddled my body. I needed to talk to her and apologize for everything.

"Your kids, right?" She was watching me like a hawk, "I've seen pictures. They're super cute."

I nodded and smiled, "Thank you. They take after their mom, thankfully."

She laughed and playfully hit my shoulder, "No way. They totally take after you." And it was then that I realized she was hitting on me. Like, really hitting on me. I hadn't ha that since... well, before Serrina and I got married. Now women saw me and my ring and they tended to stay away.

Scooter noticed it too because he swept in and grabbed my arm, "Get into the booth. You want to be home before dinner." He knew going home for diner wasn't a concern of mine, but I nodded anyways and walked into the studio and prepared myself to sing

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As Remi stepped out of the booth, she bowed low and her agent clapped for her. It was a little weird but Scooter eventually followed her actions and we were all clapping for her. She rushed over to me once it was done and threw an arm over my shoulder. For somebody I had only known a day, she was extremely touchy.

"I cant believe how fun that was," She gushed, pressing her breasts against my side, "Ive never had so much fun recording a duet before."

I stepped away from her, "Thank you, I began and held out my hand for her to shake, "I had a lot of fun working with you."

She stared at me for a second before laughing and pushing my hand away, "Don't be so formal. We're friends now." And then she threw her arms around me and pulled me into a hug, "And I'm a hugger."

I had a bad feeling about this but had no escape, or, I didn't until Scooter came up and grabbed her shoulder, "How's a celebratory dinner sound?"

Remi glanced over her shoulder then back at me, "Sounds like fun. Do you need to call your wife?"

It was like a slap in the face but I eventually shook my head, "No. She'll understand." And then Scooter gave me an intense glare. I ignored it and smiled, "How's Italian sound?"

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I had ended up across the table from Remi and we had bee talking for the entire night. I learned that she had a younger brother and her parents were still happily married. She preferred cats over dogs and her favorite movie was Step Brothers. She was an avid reader but was never good at writing. Her hobbies included softball, watching hockey and spending time with her brother.

I told her a little about my kids but kept quiet about my marital problems. She didnt need to be in my business anymore than she already was. I could feel her ankle bumping mine underneath the table and knew she was trying to flirt. I pulled my legs back and tucked them under my chair.

"Have you ever been to Guatemala?" I gently shook my head at her question and smiled, "Oh, it's beautiful. Why haven't you gone?"

I shrugged and took a sip of my drink, "Serrina isn't good in hot environments." I smiled at the memory of our brief trip to Hawaii, she was complaining about her legs sticking together the entire time and even with the air conditioner maxed out in our hotel room, it as still too humid for her, "And we have kids so travelling isn't easy."

"Get a nanny." She said it like it was the most obvious thing.

I shook my head, "We never wanted nannies. She wanted to be the biggest female in their lives, not some random lady."

"Conceited much?" Remi laughed and took another bite of her fettuccini, "I mean, a nanny isn't going to ruin your parenting style."

Now, she was pissing me of, "We decided the day that our daughter Taylor was born that we were going to do everything we could to make sure she didn't need a stranger taking care of her." I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill, "It was nice having dinner with you." Then I dismissed myself from everybody else and left the restaurant.

I climbed into the first taxi that I saw and gave him the address to my hotel. As he dove, I puled my phone out of my back pocket and began to write a text.

I fucked up. Im sorry. Im a bad husband, I know. I love you, Serrina. Please call me if you don't hate me. We need to talk about stuff. I miss you a lot.

I read the message ad shook my head. She doesn't want to talk to me. She probably hates me.

I deleted it and pressed my forehead against the car window.