"Where do I even start?" I laughed to myself as I sat down on Justin's white leather couch.
"Wherever you want to." Justin answered taking a seat across from me on one of his white leather chairs.
"Why would you even do something like this?" I asked crossing one leg over the other and placing my purse on my lap.
"I felt like it was the only way to talk to you." Justin answered looking me straight in the eyes letting me know he's being honest.
"You do know you could've just texted me without some weird number, right?"
"Would you have texted back if I had told you it was me?" He asked making me sigh in frustration.
Of course not.
"Honestly?" I started earning a nod from Justin to tell me to continue, "no, probably not."
Justin nodded again and it just infuriates me. I don't know why but I just hate when people nod and can't use their mouths to speak.
"Can you use your words?" I snapped crossing my arms over my chest.
"Sorry." Justin mumbled standing up and walking towards me.
I watched nervously as he stepped closer holding his hand out for me to take. My hand hesitantly grabbed his and he pulled me behind him as we walked through his mansion.
"Where are we going?" I asked still holding onto Justin's hand like a little kid being pulled by their mother when they get in trouble.
"To get a few drinks into us. I think it will help with the awkwardness and the whole, 'situation'." He said as he pulled me into his massive kitchen.
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Justin motioned for me to sit on one of the wood stools with white cushions while he walked to the cupboard filled with all different types of alcohol picking out a bourbon whiskey.
Not really my style but I'll try it.
Justin pulled out two shot glasses from another cupboard placing one in front of him and one in front of me. He poured the liquid in with just the right amount giving me the feeling that he does this type of thing everyday.
"Cheers." Justin said holding up his glass to me.
"What for?" I questioned grabbing onto my glass.
"I don't know, just wanted to say it I guess." Justin said still holding his drink up waiting for me to bring mine up to his. I obliged to his cheer before gulping down the alcohol.
"Why did you really come here Ariana?" Justin asked as if it wasn't obvious.
For answers, duh.
"Just wanted to know why you would text me like some random person for months." I said causing Justin to roll his eyes.
"Please don't roll your eyes at me, it's very disrespectful." I said like a mom scolding her young child.
"Yes mom." Justin said walking towards me bringing the bottle of alcohol and his drink with him.
"You want to know why I really pretended to be someone else in order to talk to you?" He said with all seriousness as he stepped closer to me.
"Yes"
"It's because it was the only way that I could tell you how damn sexy you are and how I actually feel about you." Justin said placing his right hand on my upper thigh surprising me by his close distance.
My hand instantly placed down on his trying to release his firm grip from my skin.
"Stop, we are only friends." I said still trying to pry his hand off of my leg.
"Not for long." He whispered leaning in to kiss my cheek lingering for a little longer than what I would like.
"Goodbye Justin." I said jumping up and off of the stool finally losing Justin's grip from my thigh.
I didn't wait to here a goodbye or wait from him as I quickly walked back down the hall and into his living room grabbing my purse and leaving.
I didn't even get the answers that I really needed.
My phone dinged before I even made it to my car and I already knew who it was from.
You'll be mine soon. - Justin
No I won't!
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