Bianca's POV
"Another shot, please."
I slammed the shot glass down on the counter and the bartender took it and refilled it with another shot of vodka. I was a mess. Truly. As soon as I got to London, I got a hotel room and looked for the nearest bar to make me forget about everything. For the whole weekend I was living off of that bar. Who needs food when you have vodka? I had no idea how many shots I had already had, but I was guessing it was 4 by now. I was feeling dizzy and drowsy. Tired and heartbroken. I shouldn't have left, but now I can't go back. I had too much to loose. Might as well have left way before, he never cared about me. Why would Justin like me? I'm just another girl in his eyes. He doesn't love me. Why would he?
I grabbed the vodka shot and drank it quickly before I started thinking more. It slowly burned my throat, but made my brain go numb. I heard the loud booming music float through the bar. It was half bar half club and people were half drunk dancing. The atmosphere was of sober people and mixed emotions. I hated emotions. I hated the way they mixed you up. I hated Brenda. I hated how she manipulated me. I shouldn't have left.
"God damn it." I cursed under my breath.
I swiveled around on my chair to look out on the dance floor. Couples were dancing and looking happy. Being happy. I hadn't felt that since I was with Justin in California. I had to come up with a plan. A good plan. I would go back, apologize to Justin for leaving and then live happily every after. There, the end. I grabbed my phone and went to my blocked list and went to Justin's number. I remembered how Brenda had told me the truth about what happened the last time I was drunk. This time would keep my phone very secure. I suddenly jumped when I felt someone touch my shoulder.
"Hi do you want to dance?"
I looked up at whoever it was touching me. Who was this guy?! He was tall, broad and had blonde hair. Pretty basic guy. But I swear when I saw him smirk I had to shake my head to really see who it was.
"Justin??"
"No... I'm Grayson."
"Grayson? Grayson who? Go away!"
Who was this guy?!
"Grayson Thompson. Do you want to dance?"
"Why?"
"I don't know. You look sad and alone."
I was sad and alone. Maybe what I needed was to be away from Justin. I needed to take a break. Or at least wait till things settled down a bit with Brenda. What was so wrong about dancing?
I nodded my head and stood up but immediately regretted it. I started to get off balance and start to stumble around until I felt Grayson's hands around me. He steadied me and then asked for my name.
"What's your name babe?"
"Bianca. Bianca Castillo!"
I had to shout because the music was too loud. Then I heard the beginning of Sorry start playing. I wanted to get out of the bar and started to back away from Grayson but he grabbed my hand and lead the way onto the dance floor. Once on the dance door, Grayson held me loose at the beginning but once we got to the chorus he started pulling me in closer.
Without me knowing it, my hair was wild and I was swaying back and forth and my dance moves were very sensual. I turned myself so I my ass was basically rubbing against Grayson's groin. I could feel his hands slide up and down my hips as we danced for the whole song. I tried to keep away from my mind how much I hated dancing to Justin's song. His voice was soothing. I felt like the song was in some way in directing me. Once the song was over, we kept dancing as the drunk people we were until when some girl pointed at me and screamed.
"Oh my god aren't you the girl who hangs out with Justin Bieber?!"
As soon as I heard the word Justin come out of her mouth I grabbed Grayson's hand and walked in front of her and yelled in her face,
"Not any more bitch!"
And then I pulled Grayson along with me out the club. I had had enough. I wouldn't let anyone mention Justin if they were in my presence. I wouldn't be weak. I wouldn't go back. When we were outside, me and Grayson started laughing. We filled the empty streets of London with our laughs.
"What are you laughing about?!"
"I'm laughing about that girl saying you hung out with Justin Bieber. That's a crazy thought!"
He continued to laugh but then got quiet. If only he knew. As we stood there, I had a plan. Well I didn't, drunk me had a plan. I went over to Grayson and whispered into to his ear and he smacked my ass after he heard it. I'm guessing he approved of the plan. He called an Uber and told him to take us to my hotel. The whole way there he kept on putting his hand on my thigh or nibbling my ear. I was pretty sure the driver was very aware of the small land coming from the back seat. Man why was I like this. Why couldn't I wait to get inside a room to start moaning?
'If only it were Justin's hand on my thigh.'
'If Justin were here he would be nibbling something else besides my ear.'
No. I had to stop thinking and wishing it was him. At the hotel we stupidly walked drunk down the hallway and into my room.
Once inside our clothes didn't stay on our bodies very long. I stumbled onto the bed and then he hovered over me, kissing my jaw trailing down onto my neck. I was so lost in the moment that I closed my eyes and sat back, enjoying the sensation. I must have not been drunk enough because just as I heard a condom wrapper being ripped, I remembered something that maybe I should have.
'Married sex is the best kind of sex.'
- i'm so fickvokff dead you guys i'm sorry for not posting but yeeeee boi i re read the story and oomf the writing is kinda bad lkdndnd anyways have a good day ily 🥀🥀🌺🌺🌺
