Private Life (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 13

"Come on Maria we have to go!" 

"I'm coming!"

I rolled my eyes, I swear that girl is going to be late to her own funeral. I was checking my phone when there was a knock at the door. I shoved my phone into my pocket and answered it. I was greeted by a man in a dark suit and sunglasses. 

"Miss Wilson?" 

"Yes?"

"Hi, my name is Taylor, by Mr. Bieber's request I'll be driving you and your sister to the airport when Mr. Bieber's jet is waiting for you." 

"Wait, what do you mean jet?" 

"Oh, Mr. Bieber has given you his jet to take you to Hawaii. May I take your bags?" I just nodded my head as I was too shocked to speak. Justin is giving me his personal jet to take to Hawaii. I pulled out my phone quickly and dialed Justin's number. "So I'm guessing Taylor is picking you up now?" I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Yes, he is putting my bags in the car. You got me a driver?" 

"He's mine. I use him from time to time but I did get you a driver for when you arrive in Hawaii."

 I let out a heavy sigh, "Justin, why are you doing this?" "Is it bad that I want you to have the best birthday from beginning to end?" I let out a breathy laugh, "I guess not.  Thank you." "Enjoy your day baby girl." He hung up the phone leaving me with a big smile on my face. He's never called me baby girl before. The way that name rolled off his tongue sent goosebumps all over my body. 

Why does he have to be so perfect? Why couldn't he be like the other guys I've dated in the past? A jerk who only cares about sex, not my happiness. I'll admit Justin can be quite intense sometimes but he was still a 20 on a 10 point scale. 

Maria finally came out of her room staring at her phone. "I'm ready!"  I rolled my eyes and went outside where Taylor was waiting by the car. "Who's the guy?" Maria asked. "Our driver. Well, Justin's driver that he's letting us use."   Taylor opened the door for us and waited until we settled into our seats. "All strapped in ladies?" He asked while looking in the rearview mirror. "Yes Taylor, you can go." 

He pulled out of the driveway and out the neighborhood. "did Justin do anything else for your birthday?" Maria asked while bumping my shoulder. 

"Well, he is letting us use his private jet and beach house while we're there, so I guess that's nice."

"Seriously, if you don't marry this man I will."

I rolled my eyes while shaking my head. We got to the airport and Taylor took our bags and put them in a cart. He pulled the cart toward the entrance that led to the runway. He gave the cart to another man and turned to me and Maria. "This is where I leave you ladies." He handed us our tickets. "Happy birthday Ana." He tipped his hat before leaving us. I stared at the white jet. Maria squealed before running to the plane.  She's so childish sometimes. I followed her and was taken away by the beauty of the inside. 

The seats were this soft brown leather. There were about 12 seats on the plane and between each of them, there was a table to eat. 

"Welcome Miss Wilson." 

I turned around to see a brown haired girl in a flight attendant uniform. "I'm Maci, I'll be taking care of you and your sister, can I can get you anything?" "Uh, two mimosas will be great." 

She nodded before heading back to where I believe the kitchen was. I sat next to Maria who was playing on her phone. Maci came back with our drinks and sat one by the both of us. "Can I get you each something to eat before we take off?" "Ooo, I want french toast." "We'll both have a plate of french toast with sausage."