Bieber, The Conqueror

Chapter 1: The Girlfriend

"Come on, baby, you know you miss me," Justin whispered in her ear.

They were partially obscured from view, tucked in a dark corner of the Hollywood party, music drowning out the rest of the world, isolating them from it. Justin's world was a haze: he should have stopped drinking hours ago, but at this moment, he felt sublime.

Their faces were inches from one another; her eyes focused on his lower chin, far below his golden-brown eyes. After a moment, Selena responded, "Justin, you know this can't go on. I'm not interested in the games anymore, and, honestly, I don't really think you are anymore either."

She waited a few moments for a response, still avoiding his gaze, before adding, "Besides, I've started talking to someone else. Well...dating them."

"Please don't tell me those rumors about you and Niall are true," Justin replied. "Come on, Selena, we both know that shit is never going to work out. He's not right for you, and you have me right in front of you. You know what our relationship feels like."

Justin was mildly frustrated. He and Selena had been on and off romantically for years now, and he'd always been able to sweet talk her, work her this way and that, keep her interested. Truth be told, ever since they had first had sex, when he pulled down his underwear and she had seen his naked body for the first time, his big cock, he knew that she was his. She gave it up pretty much whenever he really wanted it, whether they were dating or not. He fondly recalled one night, when he had posted an Instagram picture grabbing his bulge in some blue Calvin Klein briefs. They weren't dating at the time. In fact, their last encounter had ended with shouting and arguing weeks before, but even then, it didn't take long for her to float him a text, under the pretense of playful conversation, but which quickly evolved into her begging him for some of his cock. It was a good night.

Lately, though, she'd been beyond his control. He had heard rumors about her and Niall, but he refused to believe them, even as she started ignoring his texts. Niall wasn't much of a man, a borderline fag in Justin's eyes, and he refused to believe that she could go from him to Niall.

Nevertheless, she had avoided all of his texts and advances, even his attempts at chance encounters, over the past few months, leaving him to find cheaper pussy. That was, until tonight. He showed up unexpectedly at a mutual friend's party in Beverly Hills after hearing from Kendall Jenner that she was going. However, even once he'd arrived, she did her best to avoid him. Finally, he managed to catch her alone, and now here they were, in this dark corner.

"Justin, stop being an asshole. You and Niall are friends. You should be happy for him. No, you should be happy for me. We've gone over this over and over: you know we don't work out. Besides, I'm not an idiot. I see all of the dozens of girls you're out spending time with, so why would I think you're really interested in starting back up a serious relationship with me?

"Who said anything about a relationship?" Justin smirked.

Selena gave a disgusted roll of her eyes and began to turn away.

"I'm just kidding, babe," Justin said, stopping her. "I just know you miss us, miss this," he said with a cocky wink. Then, with an air of sincerity: "Listen, I just want to show you a good time."

"Justin, just stop. You're the same as you've always been, and at one time, that was fun. We had a lot of fun together. But I'm just done with it now." Then, after a few seconds of silence: "Besides, I'm about to leave. Niall just landed, and I'm meeting him at his hotel downtown." She turned around again and moved to place her empty glass on a nearby table.

Justin approached Selena from behind and whispered softly into her ear, "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm serious, though, I miss you. I miss you all the time. I miss us. I know I'm a dick sometimes, but you're the only person I've ever known that gets me, or makes me feel like this. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel the same way, right? You can't tell me you don't think about us sometimes. Miss us sometimes." He gently rubbed her right hand with his.