Our Little Secret | [j.b]

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Hot as fuck, that's my man there ^

Rosaline F.

"Baby I'm home!" I yelled as I closed the door to our house that we shared. He moved into my pent house about a year ago, it's been great so far. Usually he's home earlier then me and he's here to greet me with hugs and kisses, where is he now? Maybe he had a late shift today. I decided to make him dinner and wait on him. It wasn't two hours later he finally got home. He walked in red eyed, hair messed up and he looked absolutely horrible. I ran up to him and held his hands. "Baby are you ok? What happened?" he looked offended and pushed me off of him. "Don't touch me! I don't want to talk about it!" He's never came home drunk before. I held his face in my palm and made him look at me. "It's ok...whatever it is, you can tell me." he shook his head no and moved my hands away from his face. He stumbled to get to the couch and I tried to help him but he pushed me away. "Chris! I am trying to help you. I am your girlfriend, I think I should know what happened that made you come home drunk—like this!" I said moving my hand up and down, pointing at his messed up clothes. "Leave me the fuck alone. I swear to god Rose, I'm gonna," he stopped himself from finishing he sentence and sat down. "Please baby...Chris, what happened?" I kneeled in front of him. He looked at me with soft eyes but it soon filled with hatred and he slapped me across the face. "Leave me alone!" he stood up and ran up the stairs, slamming our bedroom door. I held my cheek in shock, letting tears run down my face. Why would he do that?

I went up to our bedroom to try to open the door but it was locked. "Chris open the fucking door!" he hit the door and I jumped back. "Leave me alone!!" he yelled again. I decided to give up, learning that if I didn't leave him alone, he'd hurt me again. "Am I suppose to sleep on the couch now?" I said to myself, mad at everything. I sat down and stared at the ceiling. I hadn't realized tears were streaming down my face until I heard the phone ringing. I wiped them away, but more filled their place. "Y-Yes?" I tried to sound normal but that was impossible right now. I heard shuffling and I raspy voice that I knew too well. "Justin?" he cleared his throat and continued. "Rose? Why are you crying?" I shook my head. "Just like you to know what's going on before I tell you." He chuckled. "What's wrong?" he asked again but more stern.

"Please don't make me talk about it." my voice cracked as I spoke. I sniffled, wiping my face as more tears rushed down. My cheek still burning from the contact of his hand. "Rose I hate when you cry, please tell me." he urged on. "H-He.." I clamped my hand over my mouth as if I couldn't say it. "He what? Chris?" he said his name, making me think he was pretending to forget his name on purpose. Why? "He came home drunk and I-I tried to help him but h-he didn't want it and.." I couldn't continue. The thought of the love of your life hurting you emotionally and physically was overwhelming. "Speak no more, come over to my house." Justin said in understanding. "But—" "—Don't but me Ms. Fletcher." He said in a stern but hot voice. How could I be thinking like this about my boss?

"Fine."

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Mr. Bieber

I was raging with anger. If I find out that motherfucker hurt my Rose I will personally teach him a lesson. He has no right, no matter what he felt at that moment to touch a woman. Especially the woman you love. I'd never in my life; no matter how mad, angry, or furious I was with a woman would I have ever hit them. Not even drunk. Drunk my ass, I don't give a fuck if he was drunk. I'll still beat his ass and win. I heard the door bell ring and made my way over to be greeted by a sad Rose. She held a bag of clothes and suddenly dropped them, falling into my arms into a tight hug. She sobbed uncontrollably and told me everything as I held her. We sat there for a minutes before she got her stuff to go to the guest bedroom. "Make yourself comfortable." I smiled as she got snuggled up close to me on the couch. "I'm sorry I had to come here and take up the space in your house." She said in a quiet voice. "Don't be sorry Rose. It gets lonely here anyways." She looked up at the word 'lonely'. "It's fine, I'm glad you came to me instead of that moth—um lover boy." I knew she caught the fact that I call him lover boy on purpose. That was obvious. "Why do you always call him that?" I rose an eyebrow and looked down at her, smirking. "Why do I always call him lover boy? Because he is a lover boy." I said joking around. She chuckled, shaking her head. "I don't know what that means, but I won't ask." I smiled, knowing I made her laugh after seeing her in tears earlier. That absolutely broke my heart and mark my words; he will pay for what he did. "Why the frown face?" Rose poked my cheek. She somehow managed to make me smile even when I was upset. We just had that effect on each other. "I just hate what he did to you. He needs to pay Rose. I'm not going to sit here and except what he did, even if it has nothing to do with me." Which it didn't, but I wasn't having it either way. "I understand that, but you really shouldn't get yourself involved." She said, staring at the flames that rose and fell in front of us. "I don't like what he did Rose. Whether you like it or not, I will protect you and do what is needed." I said, not going up for further conversation. "Protect me? From what? He's my boyfriend, and what is needed? Beat his ass for something that clearly doesn't involve you?" I can't believe my ears. "How are you defending that asshole for laying a hand on you?! Not me! If that's the kind of relationship you want then you can leave and go back to him." I know I went too far with that, but she has to learn that men should and will never get away with abusing their loved ones. Family, wife—none of it!!

She looked astonished at what I'd just said but I didn't care at the moment. "I'm not leaving because I don't trust him right now, but you? I just want to be alone right now since I don't know anything." She said in a huff and stormed off to the guest room. Now I've made her mad. That's the last thing I want to do to her. I hate it when people hurt Rose and I just did.

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