No Pressure [HIATUS]

Chapter 1

I was determined to show Justin that he was stupid for treating me like I was the shit he fucking stepped on.

I had settled on wearing a black body con dress that reached just on my knee, if not a little higher. The dress had a cut out on the cleavage area, and anything above the area that was cut was completely lace.

Along with the dress, my hair was curled and my make up was done to what I'd think is perfection. I decided that I would wear my Christian Louboutin heels, so that I wouldn't be as short– meaning the asshole couldn't look down on me.

Grabbing my phone, I pressed the lock button to check what time it was: 6:50pm.

If if he was going to be punctual, I had a ten minute wait.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I brushed my hands over my dress a last time and turned a little to look at the back. Finally approving of my final look, I let out a breath.

Only, however, to take another one in as the doorbell rang and it's sound echoed through the house. I quickly shoved my phone into my black clutch, smacking my lips together and rapidly fixing my hair before coming downstairs, and opening the door.

What the hell was I thinking?

"Hi." I clear my throat, nodding slowly.

He looked amazing, like fucking drop dead handsome. Justin was wearing a suit, (which surprised me), his black theme suited mine– which made me happy with my outfit choice. His hair was slicked to the side and back, and one of his hands were shoved in his pocked, while the other held a bouquet of roses.

"Hey." He lets out a deep breath, which seemed like he had been holding for a long time. "You look.. amazing."

"I do? Hmm, I thought I wasn't on the prettier side." I snort, rolling my eyes.

Justin swallows slowly and frowns a little, almost a little hurt at my comment. Hey, he brought it on himself.

"These are for you.." He holds out the roses for me and for the first time in the evening I smile, taking them from him. "Thank you.. They're beautiful. Come in, I'll just put these in a vase," I nod, standing aside and letting him in, and soon closing the door.

JUSTIN'S POV

I stared at her intently soon after she turned around. Her legs went on for miles, and the dress hugged her curves just right. It wasn't only her body that aroused me, however.

Her personality.

No one's ever made me feel so nervous when I'm talking to a girl.

Generally, I'm the confident one, yet it seemed like that was about to change.

I heard her heels click against the floor as she goes to put the flowers in the vase. "I like your place." I call, looking around. I stumble upon a photo of a younger Beverly, and find myself picking it up, grinning.

It was her and her family, it seemed, all in one picture. However to the side, there she sat, her curly hair all over the place as she gave the camera a thumbs up and grinned widely.

"Thanks!" She calls back, walking back in.

I set the photo back down and look over at her. "Are you ready to go?"

"I am." She nods, picking up her clutch from the table, and I then open the door for her, letting her out and letting her lock the door. Once she's done, I lead her to the car, already nervous for the night ahead.

Why was I? She doesn't mean anything. She's just a contract.

Right?