Our Little Secret | [j.b]

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Justin B.

Rose doesn't understand that I do want her. So badly. I want to be with her, to have her. But I know she's still confused about her feelings. I just know it. I want to win her the right way. I don't want her to feel like she has to like me because I have feelings for her. I haven't told her directly how I feel, in time I will. My feelings for her are strong, stronger than she'll ever know. It just doesn't feel right to me. Even though she doesn't know how much I care about her.

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Rosaline F.

My eyes fluttered open as the light from my window filled the whole room with sunshine. The window was slightly opened, letting wind blow through swiftly. Making me shiver slightly as I pulled the covers off my body. The cold tiles made me even colder. It was nearing winter. As I walked down the stair case, Justin's back faced me as he cooked breakfast. His shoulder blades moving in and out as he flipped the pancakes; my bottom lip tucked under my teeth.

The floor made a cracking sound as I approached him. He stopped his movement which made me stop walking. "Good morning Rosaline." My name mixing with his raspy voice gave me a weird feelings inside. "Good morning Justin." I said back, sitting down at the island.

He smiled, turning around to sit my plate down in front of me. "Syrup?" he asked. "Nah ketchup. What else would you eat with pancakes?" He laughed. "That's true." He handed me the syrup. His fingers brushing against mine.

I couldn't help but think about what happened last night. How he practically rejected me. It seemed to me we had neutral feelings but then again,

What are these feelings?

"What's got your mind occupied?" Justin nudged me. He was now seated beside me, shoving food into his mouth. "Nothing." I lied. If anything he always has my mind occupied. Constantly.

"Don't lie Rose, I can see right through you and your big curls." I covered my mouth almost chocking on my eggs. "They're not that big." I stated. He chuckled. "If not that, your ass is big as hell." My face started to burn and I turned away from him. "So shy and innocent." He mumbled, laughing afterwards.

"Well not that innocent." I turned back to see him biting his lip. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. We weren't even dating and we've already had tons of random make outs. "Anyways, I'm going to get dressed." I said and got up from my seat. He smirked.

"What?" He shook his head.

"Justin wh-"

"You're the assistant and you don't know what we have planned for tomorrow?" he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows, shaking my head. "We have a business trip in London. Ring a bell?" Shit. I completely forgot we have a business trip to London with another company that Justin is associated with. And it's just me and him...for 3 days.

"You forgot? Wow Ms. Fletcher, you're slipping on your job. Might have to bring down that pay check." My jaw dropped. "Don't even try me Bieber. You wouldn't do that and you know it." He snickered. "Why's that sweet cheeks?" He taunted me.

"Cause I'm the one and only best assistant you'll ever have." He laughed, clapping his hands. "You betcha, better get packing sweetheart."

**

I drove home to get my suit case to pack some more clothes. Maybe get some thick headphones to block out Justin's loud mouth for the whole plane ride. When I unlocked my door, there was Chris. Sitting in my house on my couch, drinking my apple juice with my glass. Oh no he didn't, that was the last of my apple juice.

"Chris what the hell are you doing here? I thought you went to see your mom in Texas." He nodded, sipping the glass. "Oh I did." he continued to stare at me. "And smartass?"

"Well I found out she divorced my dad, got married with this other guy and didn't tell me. So I yelled at her and he kicked me out, so I came back here." He stood up, sitting my glass down. He approached me, smirking as he belonged here. Not anymore. "Chris get the hell out before I call the police." His expression changed.

"Be a bitch. Here I thought I could come back and you'd be happy, I guess Bieber's got you wrapped around his finger. Right?" His hand pressed on the wall beside my head, pressing his body against mine. "Call me a bitch one more fucking time. I won't hesitate to call the police, or better yet file a restraining order. Your choice, smartass." He closed his eyes as he breathed in. "Do. it. Bitch." he glared at me, testing me to see if I was bluffing. His face close to mine.

I reached into my pocket to grab my phone and he took my wrist, causing my phone to hit the floor. "Don't even try. You know you still want me. That other girl means nothing to me, you're mine." He tried to kiss me but I turned my head the other way. He pinned my arm above my head, the other in his hand. My phone started to ring, the caller ID reading,

Justin

"He's not taking you away from me. Ever. He can try but he'll fail." He tried to kiss me again and I turned away. This time he left go of my wrist and held my face in one hand. Squeezing my cheeks. "Turn away again! I dare you!" I could faintly smell alcohol in his breath. So that wasn't apple juice.

His hand started to squeeze both my face and wrist. "Chris stop!" He didn't as if he couldn't hear what I was saying. "Please!" There was banging on the door, Justin's voice on the other side. "Justin I'm in-" But I was cut off. "Shut the fuck up!" He slapped me. He let go of me completely, shoving me out the way to open the door. He shoved past Justin and got into his car. He left without saying another word.

Justin held me in his arms. His breathing heavy. He let go on me and examined my face. He saw my wrists and went ballistic. He refused to listen to me as he got into his car and followed in the direction Chris just went.

This won't end well.

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"Fifty for that necklace, look down on my set list. Got your girlfriend at my crib watching Netflix..." -JB💜