Just his Wife

1.

Ring. Ring. Ring . Ring .

I groaned at the annoying sound for the millionth time ! All I been hearing was phones ringing and honestly it killed my head. I started to think I was having a nightmare of ringing phones for a second but the sound was too realistic to be a dream. Usually I sleep with my phone on silent so I don't know why it was going off. I mean seriously I have a fucking migraine. My head kept pounding and pounding. Oh god make it stop. I didn't even want to open my eyes or get out of bed. What time was it anyways ? Before I could even get my eyes to open I heard a groggy voice behind me. I kept my eyes closed praying that I didn't even hear anything and that maybe it was all inside my head but than the voice spoke again.

"Shut that phone the fuck up Selena." It groaned. That's when my eyes shot open and I almost regretted it cause the sunlight from the blinds were blinding me. "Selena?" I questioned. There was silence for almost thirty seconds when the more clearer voice yelled , "Holy fuck your not Selena !!" I jumped up almost having a mini heart attack. But if hearing the strangers voice in my bed wasn't startling enough the person I seen in it was enough to end my life right there.Justin Fucking Bieber. 

My eyes went wide as I starred at him and he mirrored my actions. If anything he looked like he went into shock. We both sat there in silence starring at one another when that damn phone went off again . "Ugh that's your phone ?" I groaned in annoyance. Right than I took the time to look around my surroundings. I wasn't at home ! This wasn't my bed ! Where the hell am I ?!!! "Who are you?" He demanded. "Are you a stalker? Did you break into my room ? I'm calling the police !" He rambled. "Um , excuse me I'm not a stalker. I'm not even a fan. I don't even know who's room this is . I don't even remember last night. So please get over yourself." I defended. He took in my words and looked confused. "You know honestly I don't remember either."  Justin said sounding as if he was talking to himself. I nodded my head when I realized it seemed a bit chilly. This whole time I was covered in blankets but when I looked under them I gagged almost throwing up. "You've got to be kidding me." Sickness filled me. There's no way I slept with him ! There's no way I fucked a pop star ! This has to be wrong. But when I looked one more time it was clear as day. I was butt ass naked. No bra. No panties. No socks. Nothing .

I looked over at Justin and I actually think I seen him smirk before it was quickly placed with a frown. "I think we had sex." I said to him. He rolled his eyes. "I don't know . Maybe we did maybe we didn't. There's no proof." He shrugged. "Hello I'm butt ass naked under here. The room smells like sex, weed and vodka. Your in your boxers with wild sex hair." I said in a duhh tone. That's when realization hit him and I could tell cause his whole face turned red and he looked like a deer in headlights . "No. No. No. No." He repeated. He looked around the bed frantically and under the covers patting it down. "What are you looking for ??" I asked watching him run around the room checking the floors and trash cans . "Condom. Where's the fucking condom ?!" He yelled at me walking up to my side of the bed. My eyes almost fell out my sockets. Condom? Oh just fucking great . "I don't have a condom." He shook his head. "Your lying. If we had sex than we used a condom. I need that condom. I'll pay you whatever you want for it!" He said frantically. "There's no way your so into yourself that you think I took your dirty ass condom full of your nasty ass cum. I woke up just when you did. I've been sitting here this entire time. I promise you I have no interest in having your baby you asshole." I argued . "We had to have used protection." He ran his hands through his hair than pulled at the ends. "Do you remember putting one on?" I asked trying to solve this problem without jumping off the balcony. "I don't even remember pulling in.He groaned before falling onto the bed in defeat.

"Listen I'll go buy Plan B. You can even watch me take it and we'll be good." I assured. That seemed to relax him a bit.Sadly I could admit that I've had a few mornings quite like this one. "Okay good." He nodded. His phone went off again. He grabbed his phone and his eyes went big. That got me curious of where my own phone could be. So I looked on the floor beside me and saw my iPhone facing down. When I looked at the screen it was completely filled with over a hundred missed calls ,more than several texts, all social media alerts and what not.