Heartbreak Hotel • jb( EDITING)

March (C0NT.)

The night has arrived. The sun has left as the sky darkens.

I was the most uncomfortable I've ever been in my life. Which meant I probably looked good in the tightest but classiest dress I've worn.

I made my way towards the doors to the Hotel. I knew many wealthy people would be here tonight. They aren't here for the Hotel, but the property.

They wanted to see if they should invest with Mr.Black, no one was really interested in the grand opening.

I ignored the truth and believed as if they came for the Hotel itself.

Plastering a small smile on my face I made my way inside. I looked around to see many people already here.

Men with ladies behind or on the side of them as if they were dogs waiting for the owner to finish whatever it is they were doing.

Unless it's really love, we all know why certain women crave rich men. We all know the ones who'd give up everything good in life to have hands on money.

No one knows what happens behind closed doors, but we all have an idea.

I make my way towards jackass as I see him talking to an old man.

He wore a simple suit yet managed to make himself look good.

Bieber caught me stalling towards him as he said something fast to the guy he was having a conversation with. He walked towards me with his signature smirk.

"Well don't you just look breathtaking in that dress princess, maybe better when its off, no?" He says as he looks over my fit from head to toe.

"You don't look bad yourself, but you could've looked better." I lie as I try not to stare at him for too long.

"You and your smart mouth."He shakes his head.

"You and your stupid comments." I talk back.

His lips curve up.

"My dad is actually going to make it today." I smile looking around, he holds intense eye contact - which I'm not capable of doing with him due to the fact my knees might just fall weak.

"That's great, can't wait to meet one half of what created a masterpiece." He says as he sips from the glass he had in his hand.

"You'll only ever meet one half." I blurt out, not realizing that he didn't know anything about the death of my mother.

"Whats that suppose to mea-" He was cut off.

"Mr.Black, glad you're here," I say ignoring the question that I knew was going to come out of Bieber.

"I'm glad too?" He questiongly said as he laughed it off.

We both knew Mr.Black was coming, but it was my only save from having Bieber ask me about my mother, who I barely knew.

"I have to talk to you about something Mr.Black," I say as I try and make our conversation longer.

Bieber stands close behind me. I can feel his breath hitting my neck, making a shiver run up my back.

Mr.Black's full attention was on me as he waited for me to speak.

"This Hotel is basically in the middle of Manhattan, why would this ever run out of business or cause any kinds of problems?" I asked.

I felt his cold fingertips brush against my exposed back. He was doing this on purpose. He did it to cause a reaction out of me in front of Mr.Black.

He runs his fingertips along my back making sure he looked as if he was only just standing behind me listening to the conversation.

His hand falls, slowly brushing against my behind as he places it gently on my lower back. If he moved his hand down any further it would've directly been on my ass.

I cross my hands behind my back as I harshly remove his hands from touching me. I could just feel the smirk that may be playing on his lips.

Jackass.

"Well, I was told that maybe a Hotel was not the best option for a business on the busiest town in New York." He says lowly so no one around us could hear the conversation.

"If it were maybe a firm or bank, it could've worked out somehow. Looking at the profits a firm can make, money wouldn't have been a problem." He says as he turns to smile at Bieber.

jackass looked deep in thought as he nods.

"Alright, I'm going to grab a drink. Want anything?" He says blankly staring just at me.

"No," I say as Mr.Black says the same walking away.

I head towards the revolving doors of the Hotel waiting for a special someone to arrive by now.

8:49 pm

There was no sign of father, I gave up waiting as I headed towards the party again.

The sound of the wind mixed with the pushing of the glass doors rang in my ear. I turned around hoping that maybe it was father.

God was on my side today.

"Daddy!" I scream as I had to give him the biggest hug.

"Ahh, there's my little girl!" He says as the scent of his cigarette fills my nostrils.

"How was your flight? How are you? How's Kelly?" I ask rambling.

"Slow down baby, I'm good, everything's good. She's fine. " He reassures me.

I knew he was lying about Kelly being fine. Father has the best lying face which gives everything away. However, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who knows of that face.

I felt a cold finger go down my back slowly but fast enough to not catch anyone's attention. The smallest touch making my body burn like fire, goosebumps appear on my arms.

I raise my brows and turn my head to the side to see none other than Bieber with a knowingly smile plastered on his face.

My body burned with desire.

I hated that my body reacts differently than how I want it to react.

My body is my dead giveaway.

"Daddy, this is Justin Bieber, partner of the Hotel. He also owns the penthouse on the top floor." I say sweetly.

Father's eyes travel down to his fingers that linger on my back, slightly leaving, as we both grow uncomfortable at the glare Father holds towards Justin's hand.

He moved his hand fast. Not for the reason I thought.

Justin takes in Father's appearance studying his face. He looked disgusted to see my father in-front of him.

A frown took place of the smile I had on my face.

"Clint Russo." Father smiled taking his hand out of his pockets waiting for him to return the gesture and shake hands.

"Really hoped It was a different Russo when I heard of your daughter's last name. Small world we live in, right?" Justin spats disgustingly.

I whipped my head towards him as the smile fell from father's face.

"Just-" I was cut off.

"Son of Ford Bieber."Justin's eyes grow dark as he glares at father who stares just as intensely.

"Ford Bieber, huh? Guess I was wishing it was a different Bieber after all. Small world indeed." Father sighs as he holds a regretful face.

Of course, only I knew it was the regret face. To Justin, father probably sounded like he was mocking him.

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