Chapter One:

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The sound of my alarm wakes me up out of my well needed sleep. I groan slamming on the snooze button, groaning.

"Rise and Shine, lemon lime!" My mom basically squeals coming into my room.

"Ugh... Mom what-"

"I know. What am I doing here? Yeah yeah. Get ya ass up and come to breakfast." She says walking back out of my room.

She's too happy in the morning. I think to myself as I drag myself out of bed.

My name is Justine by the way.

Owner of Grace Photography here in Atlanta, Ga.

My life consists of a lot. My mom, who's my advisor over my company, my best friends Lena and Kyle who keep me on my toes and my sexual disorder.

Yes. I have a sexual disorder. There isn't a name for it. But it's pretty certain that it's there.

I have these urges. They come out of nowhere. And they hurt like hell. It's like a building orgasm, and it lasts for hours. But eventually it leaves. And I'm left spent as if I've actually been having sex.

"Good morning!" My mom squeals as I emerge into the kitchen, my eye glasses on my nose.

"Morning." I grumble, grabbing an orange juice.

"Is that what your wearing to the photo shoot?" She asks.

"No... I'm not dressed yet. I just need something on my stomach before I puke." I sigh grabbing a pancake.

"You had another one didn't you?" She says.

I clear my throat, eating the pancake.

"Justine..."

"Ma, I'm fine. I've been through this for five years. I can handle it."

"Justine you lose loads of blood because of these urges of yours. You need to get help."

"Where am I going to find someone to help me?"

"You don't have to. I already have." She says proudly.

"What?"

"His name is Justin. He's a virgin healer and he's already agreed to help."

"Mom!" I whine. I hate when she does things like this.

"Listen... You're going to let him help you. I'm not losing my baby to her sexual disorder."

"But-"

"No buts... Now go get ready for your photo shoot. By the way, who are you shooting?"

"Um... The Bieber guy." I say.

My moms eyes widen. "You mean... Justin Bieber?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Justine... That's him. He's the virgin healer."

Thanks a lot mom.

(A/n: comment for more. Love you for reading😘)

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