Started With a Lie

Chapter Four: The Dinner Party

Madison

We were currently in our hotel bedroom, preparing ourselves for tonight's dinner party. It started 20 minutes ago, but Kirsten and I are always fashionably late.

"You're all over the news, again." Kirsten sighed, switching off the TV.

"I don't care, I just want to enjoy the rest of my evening in peace." I muttered, applying my second coat of lipstick.

"Are you going to make a move on Chris tonight?" She smirked, shimmying her shoulders to mock me.

"Whatever." I laughed, pursing my lips together to smudge the lipstick evenly, "I can't anyways, Chris thinks I'm dating Justin Bieber. He'll probably think I'm a slut, or something." I shrugged, checking my appearance in the mirror.

She giggled, standing up to straighten her outfit.

"C'mon, let's go." She stated simply.

I nodded, grabbing my purse from the bed. I let out a big sigh, puffing up my hair a bit, before leaving the room and locking the door behind me.

Kirsten already entered the elevator, causing me to yell for her to hold it open.

"Hold it!" I yelled, but the metal doors were already closing. I couldn't run in heels, I wouldn't... So I just waltzed to the elevator doors, waiting for the elevator to come back up.

What felt like forever, the doors finally opened. I entered the elevator, pressing the first floor button. The party was in the lobby. Weird, right?

Just as the doors were about to close, a voice called out for me to hold it open.

I quickly placed my hand on the metal door, allowing it to reopen. The person practically threw themselves into the elevator, puffing out breaths when they made it.

I let out a light laugh, pressing the button that made the doors close.

"Thanks," he puffed out, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine, "I don't even know why I'm here... I hate elevators." He brushed a hand through his messy hair, fixing his black tuxedo.

His sleeves were rolled up, which I find makes a guy 5000% hotter, revealing familiar tattoos that turned me on.

His hair was a blondish-brown, and was far too long. Wait, where have I seen that again?

I saw him stare at me from the corner of my eye, making me slightly uncomfortable. I glanced at him, making him pull his eyebrows together.

"Do you need something?!" I kinda yelled, feeling like he's some creep. I shot him a dirty look, but his confused facial expression still remained the same.

"Are- are you Madison?" He pulled his eyebrows together even further, if that was possible.

"Do I know you?" I finally made eye contact with him, and instantly melted. A beautiful light shade of brown? Blondish-brown hair that's far too long? Sexy tattoos that turned me on?

"Y-you're Justin Bieber." I stuttered, speaking in almost a whisper as I brought my hand to my mouth. My eyes felt like they could pop out of their sockets.