Mr. President | jb

five.

The ball came quicker than I thought it would.

For my dress, I chose a long, black dress with 3/4 of a sleeve, with a V in the middle, exposing cleavage. Gold was embellished at the top area. It was a simple dress, but a little risque.

I pushed my mask onto my face, hiding my identity, grabbed my clutch, heels and was out the door. Since I was the "assistant", I had a lot of perks.

For instance, I receive a limo or an escort to all important events, free valet parking anywhere in the state, my very own reserved parking lot, free lunch at the cafeteria and a quarterly bonus. I also received free entry to any museums, tours, or boat rides that the city hosts--until Karen returns back to work.

When I approach the White House and walk into the event room, I am immediately met with darkness, but pops of gold on the ceiling illuminates the room and makes it look like a starry night. There are beautiful golden words written all over the walls, a disco ball spinning sluggishly around and a jazz group playing soulful music.

"Finally. It took me YEARS to find you. It's like a maze in here," Sahara appears from behind me with her shoes in her hand. "I never knew so many people could look like you with a mask on, it's crazy," she laughs. "I'm going to go check out the table full of rich people food,"

"Tell me what you find," I say and she mutters a 'will do' and walks away.

"It's so beautiful here...," I was amazed by all of the thought they put into this.

"The room isn't the only thing beautiful here tonight," When I spin around, my dress twirls, too, making me feel like Cinderella. I see Justin and whom I'm presuming is his wife, Claire. They both lift their masks up.

I see that Sahara was busy sucking on shrimp cocktail and talking to a newly appointed senator with aqua blue eyes and a gray tux.

"Hey," I say, taking a good look at both of them. Justin had on a pitch black suit white a white undershirt and a golden tie tucked inside with his mask hiding his face.

Claire, on the other hand, had on a grand black dress with a small dust of golden glitter hidden inside of the tulle at the bottom. Her necklace, bracelet, and her clutch was also golden. A bit overdressed, but she still looked amazing and she followed the theme really well.

"I'm Claire, Claire Bieber," she introduces herself, sticking out her hand. I return the gesture, wiping off the sweat from her hands after.

"Lana, Lana Wright," I say back. "I'm the new assistant," I remove my mask, revealing my face.

"Oh, so I've heard. Justin said that you're fitting right in. That's great. I'm sure you'll be better at the job than Karen is-,"

"Honey, that's enough." Justin gives her "that look".
"Why don't you go grab a treat from the table, I made sure to request your favorite snacks."

Claire quickly kissed Justin on the lips and ran off to where Sahara was.

"So that's wifey for you, huh?"

Justin puts his hands on his neck, rubbing it, "Don't even get me started." He shakes his head.

"She's cute, real cute. What's up with her and Karen?" I question and start to pick at a nail that was falling apart.

"She thinks Karen and I have some "affair" going on. It's...really stupid. She just doesn't understand that Karen had to be there all the time,"

Oh. Karen seemed...desperate for her husband's attention. Already I can see the forced gestures and kisses, but Justin wasn't returning any of the gestures back. Poor girl.

But, I wonder how she really feels about me now that Karen is temporarily gone.

"Are you liking it so far? The ball?" Justin snaps me out of my thoughts.

"It's pretty nice. The decorations are good, the food looks great. But, it isn't my type of "scene", you know? I like things with a more..."loose" atmosphere and that are spontaneous and aren't planned."

"Then...how about we go to the patio? That's "spontaneous". No one is usually there. It's pretty hot in here, too."

"Um, are you CRAZY? Your bodyguards and your WIFE are here. If someone sees that you are missing, they're going to have to shut the building down and do a huge district search. You know that, right?"

I had to stop raising my voice because people were starting to look. "Look," I let out a deep breath, "It doesn't seem...professional anyways. Imagine if someone finds us there," My mind visualizes pictures of Justin and I on the balcony, staring at the starry night sky. A girl could only dream.

"All I have to do is say I'm going to pee and who cares if someone finds us there. All we're doing is looking at the stars. Just go upstairs on the sixth floor. Tell them Claire sent you. They'll believe it,"

"And if we get caught?" I question, repeating my statement again.

"Don't worry about it, we won't."

*

I sat on the patio for at least ten minutes until Justin came.

Every minute that past was every minute that I kept thinking about the other day. For some reason, I don't feel guilty even when I should. It felt so right, even if it was so wrong.

Oh, who am I kidding? It was wrong. All of it was wrong. I should stop getting so worked up over it. I bet Justin forgot anyways, but I secretly don't hope he didn't forget.

"What took you so long?" I hear the footsteps of Justin and push the thoughts about 'the kiss' to the back of my head. I'll just think about it later.

"Just reassuring the guards. I told them I like the comfort of my own bathroom. They're standing outside my room door."

I realized that Justin and I hanging out is room for drama. If we have to keep us hanging out here a secret, then chances are, we shouldn't be out here.

"That kiss the other day...," Justin brings up. It seemed like he was reading my mind. "I didn't want to just...forget it."

"I know," I say, "because I didn't want to, either," I finally reveal to Justin. It felt...good in a way, but I was still nervous. It felt like two weeks ago when he called me to his office.

"You really got me to open up to you. It's crazy...almost foreign-like because I never do that...with anyone. You wanted to know about ME,"

"I know it's wrong, but...I haven't felt this way in a LONG time.With Claire...or with...," he shakes his head, attempting to clear his thoughts, "...or with anyone. I have to be "Mister Justin Bieber" all the time, but with you...I'm just...Justin...Bieber."

I didn't know that Justin felt like I was some type of comfort and security for him. I wouldn't have thought that in a million years.

I didn't breathe, I just held my breath, trying to listen to every word he said. I didn't want to miss anything.

"I want to get to know you better, Lana," Justin removes his body from the patio bar, "all of your flaws...," he walks up to me, "all of your insecurities...," his hand is on my cheek, "every inch of you...I want to explore," he hovers his lips above mine, "not only mentally...but physically,"

He leans in more and his lips connect with mine, like fireworks popping off when fire ignites them; when fire makes them come alive.