mr & mrs bieber

diez

Emerald clearly hadn't been living here. As in, not eating here. The fridge was empty. There wasn't a single thing in it. Not even milk. Nothing at all. The pantry was also empty. So she hadn't been eating here.

I had turned her alarms off and was expecting to be in trouble for that as soon as she wakes up. But she looked like she needed sleep. And if I knew her at all, she wouldn't be getting any. She would be running herself into the ground.

I had finished her maths homework and was starting on her English essay when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

Bang. There she was. When I had said nice view last night, I had been looking directly at her, wasn't till I realised that the words had come out of my mouth, I quickly redirected my stare. So she didn't think I was completely obsessed with her.

Her hair was wet and up in a ponytail, showing off her perfect shaped face. Her face was fresh, she wasn't wearing makeup. And the normal designer clothes she wore were gone. Instead she was wearing trackies and a t-shirt that still framed her figure. She looked relaxed. I had never seen her like this before. Not completely decked out. God she looked like eighteen and not a twenty year old.

The normal front she had on, wasn't there. She looked happy and I hoped I had something to do with that. For once I was seeing her age.

"Morning." I smiled getting up.

"Do I smell food?" She frowned like that smell couldn't be possible.

I could touch her now, couldn't I? It basically killed me last night to not touch her and even then, I had given in. When it came to Emerald, my self-control wasn't there.

"Yeah I cooked you breakfast." I gripped her by the hips, kissing her frown away.

"But there wasn't any food. I've only been sleeping here." She pulled back and looking up at me. "You've been up awhile then, haven't you?" She didn't hide her disapproval. "You could have woken me up."

"That would defeat the purpose of you sleeping in, though wouldn't it?" I let go of her and walked into the kitchen. Pulling her breakfast out of the oven, which I had had on keep warm for the last half an hour.

"Wait a sec, you actually cooked me breakfast?" She said, as I put it in front of her.

"Don't look so shocked." I laughed at her response.

"It's just you didn't have to. I would have grabbed something on the way, or something. You don't have to cook for me-"

"Emerald, just say thank you." I cut her off before she came up with every excuse possible on why I shouldn't have cooked for her.

She smiled "Thank you." And started eating.

I went and picked up her homework and sat down next to her at the kitchen island. I had to admit this was one nice house. I wondered if her other houses were just as impressive. Still can't believe she owns so many. She hadn't wasted her money. Though she was a billionaire now. She didn't act like one.