Living in Paradise

This is my first fanfiction. I really hope you guys like it! Please don't forget to comment. <3 

Chapter 1:

Early Morning. Malibu Beach. Mara Bailey was still half asleep. In the distance she could hear the waves of the pacific ocean breaking against the shore, the new wake up call in her life. She stretched out her arm expecting to find Justin next to her, nut his side of the bed was empty. he must have already left for training. She would just go back to sleep for five more minutes...                                                        

But then Justin's LA drawl cut across her thoughts: "Happy anniversary, sleepy head." Mara opened her eyes and looked straight into the browner-than-brown eyes of Justin Bieber, Prince of Pop and her lover for the last six month. She was puzzled by his declaration, though. Was she missing something? She wasn't aware of any anniversary. 

She sat up, pulling the duvet round her. Long brown hair, tousled from sleep, cascaded down her golden-brown back. And that's when she saw that all around the bed were arranged beautiful bouquets of flowers: ice-white roses, delicate pink peonies, and dramatic crimson Oriental lilies. The bedroom now resembled a florist's!

"What's all this for?" she asked in surprise. "It's the anniversary of me seeing you in Chateau Marmont." Justin smiled the sexy, lazy smile that even now, six month into their realtionship, still made her heart flip. "God, Mara, I sure as hell won't forget that moment. You were easily the most beautiful women i'd ever seen." Mara rolled her eyes at the outrageous flattery. "And lets face it, Justin, you've had a few in your time." She often joked about being one in a long line of his conquests, but actually it was a source of deep insecurity for her. Models, actresses, a pop singer - she'd checked Justin's exes out on the net and they were all gorgeours.

The smile went from Justin's face and the brown eyes urned serious. "Mara, I swear you're the only one for me." He slid his strong arms round her and pulled her towards him. "My beautiful Mara. How is it you can look so good in the morning? You look like Marilyn Monroe in those photos...where she's only wearing a sheet and the camera loves her."

He lightely caressed her bare back, sending shivers down her spine. It was so tempting just to lie back and surrender to his touch but Mara exclaimed, "I must check on Lilly," and was all set to jump out of bed to see if her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter was awake. "No need," Justin told her, "Michelle has taken her out. It's just you and me, a rare luxury these days."

Mara bristled sightly at the suggestion that her daughter was somehow an inconvenience to Justin. He was not Lilly's father: Khalil Sharieff, the american rapper, was. She and Khalil had separated just over six months ago. Justin caught the look. "Hey, i didn't mean it like that. I love Lilly, you know i do. It's just good to have the time with you." He leant in to kiss her, and even though Mara was not entirely pacified she g ave in to the kiss. Justin slowly pushed her back on the bed and took away the duvet. "And now I want you to lie back and enjoy every second, knowing that there will be no interruptions. Just you, me and a whole lot of pleasure." It sounded like a good plan to Mara....

The sex was better than ever, Mara reflected afterwards as she lay in a bath scented with Chanel's Coco bath gel. In fact, life with Justin was good. She felt connected to him, safe with him, and if it wasn't the allconsuming passion she'd had with her soon-to-be-ex-husband Khalil then that was okay, wasn't it? She had always believed that you don't get that kind of passion twice in a lifetime. Khalil had been her soul-mate. She couldn't in all honesty say that Justin filled that role, but she loved him. Whenever she had any doubts about being with him she tried to push them to the back of her mind and focus on the positives. She loved living in LA, had plenty of modelling work there, after being signed up as a Victoria's Secret model, along with her own lingerie range back home, and mo st importantly her daughter Lilly seemed happy.

And even if there were dark days when Mara missed Khalil and longed for him, she never forgot that he was the one who had been unfaithful. He was the one who had broken her heart. Sometimes she felt the legacy of that pain still ithin her; the fact that she always had her barriers up. She could never let herself get that hurt again. Much as she loved Justin, she was aware that she was keeping something of herself back. 

"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked, wandering into the bathroom. He'd showered in the black-marble-tiled wet room across the hall - one of the six bathrooms in his vast beach house. He just had a white towel round his waist, accentuating his sun-kissed brown skin. As well being stunningly handsome and resembling the actor Channing Tatum in looks, with his dark-blond hair and brown eyes, Justin had the most gorgeous body: rock-hard abs, broad shoulders, long lean legs and the tightest bum. The sight of his half-naked body made Mara want to pull him in the bath for a repeat performance. It seemed that Justin had the same thought as he dipped his hand into the water and caressed her between her legs, driving her wild with his slow, knowing touch. Mara gasped with pleasure then took great delight in whipping off the towel and releasing his already stiff dick. You've just got to love a man who's good to go again, she thought, pulling him into the bath with her. The water sloshed over the side as Justin thrust into her, but neither of them cared. Two mindblowing orgasms and it wasn't even 8 a.m....

Breakfast was served outside by Justin's stylish infinity pool, with its cobald blue mosaic tiles and a breathtaking view of the glittering Pacific Ocean stretching beyond it. Ron, Justin's english butler,  bustled around pouring out glasses of freshly prepared mango and pineapple smoothies, along with black coffee for Justin and PG Tips for Mara. Justin tucked into a plate of scrambled eggs and smoked salmon while Mara had toast and Marmite.  

She had never in a million years imagined that she would one day have staff doing practically everything for her. Life with Khalil had been luxurioius but they had kept it in fairly low-key and just had a cleaner, nanny, occasional driver and security. But Justin had a whole team of people looking after him, headed by Ron and Maria his wife, who was the cook, along with an army of cleaners and gardeners and several chauffeurs - so many that Mara had given up trying to learn all their names. 

"I love you, babe, but i don't know how the hell you can eat that stuff," Justin said fondly as he watched her take a hearty bite of her toast. Sex had given her a very healthy appetite . It was one of many culture clashes between the couple - he didn't get why she would only drink cups PG Tips, had to watch American Idol, and never missed a Yankees match. Mara was a life-long supporter of the club. Baseball was in her blood. Her dad Mike was a baseball coach for one of the youth teams in New York, and her brother Fynn was the sports physio for the Upper west side. She had always loved the game with a passion. Had never simply been a WAG who cared more about her designer outfits and the state of her nails that how the Yankees performed in the world cup. Justin had tried watching baseball, or rounders as he called it, but just couldn't get into it.