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2 weeks, and many late night sessions later, is where Eryn and Justin are currently. Justin would call Eryn saying he was lonely, parked in the garage.. she would open her door, and later let him back out after handling "business".
Priscilla returned from Paris yesterday, so of course she hadn't heard a word from Justin, and quite frankly, it hurt her feelings. Although, Justin made it clear to her what was going on between them, she couldn't help but feel some type of way.
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Eryn had come to her boutique today to work a little while, see how things are going since she hired some help, and she had inventory to do.
As she was standing at the rack of pink blouses with her scanner, she hears the door bell ding, indicating someone had entered the boutique.
"Welcome to Reign, I'm Anastasia, let me know if you need help with anything, okay?" Anastasia, one of the girls that Eryn hired said.
"We sure will honey." Eryn heard the voice say, not bothering to look and see who it is, she was sure that she would see them sooner or later.
After finishing the rack she was working on, she moved onto the next. On her way to the next rack of clothes, she walked right into the customers.
"Hello, I'm Eryn, the designer and owner of the boutique." She said, reaching her hand out to shake.
"Hi, I'm Priscilla, and this is my boyfriend Justin." She said shaking Eryn's hand.
"Hello Ms. Prescott, I've been waiting to meet you. And nice to meet you Mr. Bieber." She said, trying to contain her emotions that would show on her face as her and Justin shook hands, like they hadn't been fucking wildly for the past two weeks.
"And I've been waiting to meet you too. I want to give you my personal information in case you would like to contact me for business. I'm very interested in your clothing line Eryn." She said, handing me a card with her information on it.
I stick the card in my pocket, knowing I won't be needing it.
"Thank you. Is there anything that I might be able to help you with?" I asked them, smiling.
"We're looking for outfits for my birthday party. I want him to look absolutely stunning, and me too of course, but I have that under control." She said looking at Justin in almost disgust.
"Okay, so you both are looking for party outfits, is there a color scheme that I should know about?" I asked, trying to get a little bit more information so that I can better help them.
"Well I would love if you could personally assist Justin, I have my stylist coming in a few minutes to help me out. And yes, black and gold are the colors." She said, typing something into her phone.
"Sure, if you need us we will be in the back where the men's clothing is. Or just let my assistant know and she will come and find me. Justin, let's get to it." I say waving him towards me as I walk away, hearing Priscilla say thank you in the background.
"So, is the party formal or casual? I have a blazer in mind for you, it fits your aesthetic. We could dress it up for formal, or dress it down for casual." I say walking towards the back of the boutique.
"Casual, so no dress pants please." Justin says, following behind me.
"Okay, I think I have the perfect outfit. We're going to have to go into the stock room to get the jacket, it's a one of a kind. I can alter it to fit you perfectly. Just be careful not to touch anything back here, I'm in the middle of inven-" I said, being cut off by sudden surprise.
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LA Confidential [JB] [BWWM]
FanfictionSo when I'm with my hoes I ask that you don't act like you've been fucking with me baby... *Based on the song: LA Confidential by Tory Lanez* Warning: Story WILL contain mature content. Please be aware, because I won't be giving any advance warning...