The Road to Passion

Going Nowhere

*Justin's POV*

Seething anger flooded over me.

This is not working.

Bella is no closer to me than she was before, and trying to make her jealous didn't affect her at all.

My frustration took a firm grasp on me, and lead me to do something foolish.

I brought Chelsea back to the hotel.

Scooter had made me promise not to bring any girls there, in fear that the paparazzi would catch us together and broadcast the story.

But Scooter isn't here now.

And what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

Upon entering the hotel room together, Chelsea wasted no time.

She immediately pushed me onto a nearby couch with surprising strength, and got on top of me.

"I'm guessing that now is the time for me to have you." She whispered, eyeing my shirt.

This went downhill a bit too quickly...

How far am I really willing to go for one stupid lie?

Too far.

Saying that I was into Chelsea was a huge mistake, and now I had to face the consequences of my actions.

I don't want to be involved with her at all, but I guess I can act this thing out for a bit longer.

Her lips collided with mine, and while she was practically shoving her tongue down my throat, I hardly moved my lips against hers.

At first, I barely tried to keep up my little charade with Chelsea, but soon, I started to enjoy her lips on me.

I ran my hands through her hair while she roughly kissed my neck.

I began dominating her and placing sloppy kisses all over her face.

She tugged at my shirt, and I willingly yanked it off.

She did the same, and I trailed wet kisses down her chest.

Chelsea moaned and eyed my pants.

I started to unbuckle my belt, but at that moment, Scooter came into the room.
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"What were you thinking?" Scooter raised his voice at me.

He briefly sent Chelsea home after catching us together, and this is the unpleasant aftermath.

Angrily running my hands through my hair, I let out a loud sigh.

"I'm sorry Scooter. I won't let it happen again." I mumbled.

"Damn right you won't!" He shouted.

"If the media gets word about this, you're never going to here the end of it!"

"I know, and I said I'm sorry!" I argued back.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Justin, your mistake could put you in major jeopardy!" He was yelling even louder by now.

"You know what, f*ck this." I grumbled.

I marched upstairs, stomping like a five year old.

"Don't be angry at me, be angry at yourself!" Scooter called after me.

"I'm not the one who brought a foreign girl here!"

"Whatever!" I screamed.

I roughly closed my room door and paced around, looking for something to attack.