You Are My Dream

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(Olivia's POV)

When we arrived at Greywood Manor, Justin walked me into the side entrance and we tried to hide our faces as much as possible. We haven't been out in public in L.A. since the miscarriage, I haven't read any of the tabloids nor have watched any kind of entertainment T.V. show. I didn't know if Selena had told anyone anything, I prayed that she didn't, but knowing her she probably would've. Justin never mentioned anything about it, he probably did know something, but he just didn't say anything to me about it.

I was not looking forward to facing paparazzi because of that. It was hard enough losing my baby, I didn't need rude paparazzi swarming me with questions about it.

The tabloids will be going crazy tomorrow, they think I'm still pregnant. A pregnant lady going to a club. I can just see the headlines now. 'Bieber's baby momma going to a club'.

"Justin, maybe this isn't such a good idea." I said looking around as we walked inside, paranoid as ever.

"Why not?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Because of the paparazzi, and who knows who all will be taking pictures in here." I said and looked over my shoulder again.

"Don't worry, baby. I already told the manager when I made reservations that they can't allow anyone to take pictures and they can't let anyone into the VIP section unless they're on the list anyways. We're here to have fun, not worry."

I sighed heavily and looked around one last time as we waited at the podium. "Fine, I guess you're right."

"Okay, so we're going to go in there and have fun and not worry about anything. Right?"

I nodded quickly and smiled. "Right."

"That's my girl." He said and kissed me on the cheek.

The hostess finally came up to the podium and asked us for our names.

"It should be under Bieber." Justin said.

"Yes, of course. Right this way Mr. Bieber." She batted her fake eyelashes at him and shot me a fake smile.

She had on a short black pencil skirt that barely even covered her ass, a white button-up v-neck that was showing way too much cleavage of her fake boobs, and leather boots that looked like they belonged to a stripper.

Her hair was bleached blonde beyond belief and this girl's lips were bigger than all of the Kardashian's lips combined.

"Typical." I thought to myself.

This was one of the highest ranked clubs in L.A. why did they hire this tramp that belonged in a strip club?

She led us to the back of the club and unlocked a big glass door that led to the VIP room.

"Since you guys are here a little early, our bartender will be in here at 7. If you need anything just let one of the waiters or any staff member know. If there's any problems at all, there will be a security guard in here and two bouncers at the door." She smiled.

"Thank you so much." Justin said with a smile.

"No problem, Mr. Bieber." She smirked.

"Thanks." I said quickly and looked at my nails.

As she walked away I rolled my eyes.

" 'No problem, Mr. Bieber' please, that girl is faker than a Barbie. Somebody's lived and worked in L.A. for too long, she is all plastic." I muttered.

"Is someone a little jealous?" Justin teased and poked my sides.

"Jealous? Of that? Hell no." I scoffed and raised my eyebrows at him.