Fascination - JB

Hard and Rough

September 16th, 2016

Your POV

"You seriously aren't telling me where you're going? Justin, you've disappeared for week nights on end and I find out through the media where you are. You have any idea how I feel? Or what unimaginable scenarios go through my head?" My voice cracked with sadness. It felt as if my heart was being squeezed and tugged at.

"Y/n you need to seriously fucking stop! I'm not dating you so you nag at me and act like a posessive clingly little bitch!" His voice roared and dripped with venom. He wasn't done, "when I first started going out with you, I never thought you'd try to invade my privacy and manipulate my choices!"

Looking away from his intimidating glare, I felt tears swell in my eyes, but I gave it my all to not let them fall. I could feel his hard glare burning holes into me. With pressure on my chest and my stomach feeling empty, I sobbed. I mentally cursed myself for being do weak.

My voice shakey, "Justin, I never meant to come off that way. Seeing all those girls-"

"Girls? You... You don't trust me do you? You think I'm sleeping with those girls, Y/n? Are you fucking kidding me?"

I swallowed the fat lump in my throat. Anger and sadness soared through my veins. My hands began to shake with adrenaline and an icy like electricity waved through me. With a single tear slipping my cheek, I faced Justin with fire. Just looking at him adds fuel to my hate fire, "you know what, do what the fuck you want to. I don't care anymore." I walked away before I could catch the end of his response.

He called my name, angrily. I've never heard Justin so damn mad. He said it with pure venom, ordering me to "fucking stop". But did I listen? No. I took off to the bedroom and locked myself in there.

"Open this fucking god damn door, Y/n or I swear on everything Holy, I'll bust this door down! Open. This fucking. Door!" His fists continued to pound against the door as I changed into different clothes.

Clothes so provocative, so risky. If he wants to play mind games fine. I'll play them too. "Just go, Justin! Go hang out with your friends!" I yelled.

"God damn it, Y/n! Open this fucking door now!"
"Fine," I muttered, unlocking the door. "But I'm going out. So, if you don't mind, I'm going out with My and Kenny." I fixed my Gucci leather jacket. He looked me from my head to my black open-toe heels with dark eyes. I scoffed, "oh please. Don't act like this is the first time you've seen a dress and jacket before."

"What the hell are you thinking? You are not going out like that," he looked directly into my eyes. Fury and desire darkened his hazel orbs. "Oh, so who's being a possessive, clingy little bitch? Get the fuck out of my face, Justin Drew."
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" His voice hard and demanding eyebrows knitted. Good God he's so damn sexy when he's angry. I rolled my eyes, "I believe I'm talking to you. Now, you go hang with your friends, I'll go hang with mine." I shoved passed him only to be yanked by the arm into his chest.

An involuntary squeak emitted from my pink lips, "Justin, let me go-"

I couldn't finish my sentence; his lips were on mine fiercely, desperately. The fire that was once fueled with fury was now a burning desire for him. For his touch.

A growl emitted from hisself- "mmm, you really know how to get under my skin, baby girl." His jealous rage is such a turn on, I could combust now and he hadn't even done much but kiss me roughly.