UNEXPECTED ROMANCE- A Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj Love Story

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

NICKI'S P.O.V

Why the hell am I letting this kid take me out? If Dave finds out, he will kill Justin!

I applied another layer of lipstick, and poured my self a glass of myx fusions, just to calm my nerves down. Wait...Why am I nervous?

I took a gulp of the alcohol, as it smoothly trickled down my throat, leaving a burning sensation, causing me to want more. The cold alcohol refreshed my whole body, and put me into a completely different mood.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

He's here!

I opened the door, to reveal Justin, leaning on the frame of the door. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he smirked.

"These beautiful flowers, are for a beautiful lady," he cheekily grinned, before leaning forward and gently kissing me on the cheek.

"Cheesy," I laughed. "But, thank you! That was really sweet of you!"

"Aye! I'm not cheesy! I'm being a gentleman," he winked.

"Pretty sure you're just a boy!"

"Nope! I refuse to agree with you Nicki! I'm a man," he cheekily chuckled.

"I'll pretend you never said that, therefore we both win, kay?"

"Yes!" He fist pumped the air immaturely. I rolled my eyes and locked the front door, and began walking ahead.

"Stop checking out my ass, Justin!" I grinned.

"I'm not! I'm a gentleman! Wait, I gotta admit, it does look se-cute in those skinny jeans!"

He was defiantly gonna say sexy.

"Whatever. Are you gonna be a gentleman, and open the car door for me?" I sighed, as I rested my hand on my hip.

"Oh yeah, wait right there!"

Before he could open the door for me, I purposely opened it myself and hopped in the car, as I smirked.

"Well...I was gonna open it for you," he chuckled, as he set off.

"Well, I'm not Selena. I have arms, and You're not my slave!" I smirked, as I sat back in the seat, with my arms folded.

Ooooooh....BURN!

Shit! I forgot they broke up!

"Sorry..." I mumbled. He weakly smiled, as he focused on the road.

I placed my hand over his hand which was placed on the gear stick, as he quickly looked at me, flashing me his trademark smile.

"We're here," he smirked.

"But this is the ice skating arena..." I stated, confused.

"I rented out the whole ice rink for us, with a small surprise inside," he winked.

"This is not a date Bieber," I stated.

He got out the car, and opened the door for me.

"Ohh, but it is...MARAJ," He grinned.

The way he said that. He said it so close to my lips. Dangerously close. His warm, minty breath practically against my lips, before he bit down on his own bottom lip. Damn you Justin fucking Bieber!

His warm hand grabbed mine, as he lead the way in the arena.

I was completely taken back, by the sight. Lit candles, were scattered around, as well as brightly lit lights and rose petals.