guilty pleasure [bieber]

chapter 34

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I didn't know how normal it was for my feet to hurt so bad at only three months of pregnancy, but right now they hurt like hell. However, I didn't want to complain not when both Justin and I had only arrived fifteen minutes ago. I couldn't up and leave when Joanna was the one being recognized for her work. The heels were an issue

The first part of our night is spent socializing and dancing. If there is one thing I know about Justin it's he loves to dance. He loves to hold me close and whisper in my ear and I loved when he did it.

• • •

We had been here for over an hour when Justin tells me he has to use the restroom; leaving me all alone.

Still standing right where Justin had left me, Leslie walks up with the widest and brightest grin. I look him up and down and he looks amazing tonight, but I'm too afraid to say it out loud. I felt bad for even having such thoughts

"Naomi, you look beautiful. More than beautiful actually" I flush the darkest shade of red and smile softly while gazing and falling deeper into his brown eyes. They're darker than Justin's hazel colored eyes and yet still had the same effect

"Mrs. Bieber and Mr. O'Brien. A picture of you two?" Before I'm even able to answer Leslie's hand is around my waist and he's pulling me into his side. I breathe a heavy sigh

"Am I hurting you?" He questions softly in my ear.

No, only caught off guard, but I don't seem to mind. I shake my head and the photographer snapping pictures continues to snap them for what feels like ages.

By the time he finishes Justin is back. No, I don't see him but I can feel him. I turn around and I'm right.

"Having fun?" He says dryly

"Justin, nice to see you again" Leslie cuts in holding his hand out for Justin to shake. This time Justin doesn't even pretend to play nice; he completely disregards his hand

"I'm sure it is. Now if you'll excuse us"

Stowing his hand away into his pocket, a now embarrassed Leslie tells me he'll talk to me soon and walks off.

"I don't like him" Justin says after Leslie has walked away. He has now grabbed my hand and pulled my body into his–he wants to dance some more so I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Really? I didn't get that vibe from you" I laugh, but he only seems to become more irritated

"I'm not joking Naomi"

"Obviously not, but you have no reason to dislike him"

"I have many reasons, but for now I'll just tell you my main reason – I don't like the way that he looks at you"

"And what way is that"

"Like he wants to fuck you" He deadpans and I inaudibly gasp; checking to see if anyone else had heard him

"And how do you know that" My voice now soft

"Because I look at you that way Naomi, but you see the difference is you're my wife" I don't know what to say to that, but again he was never fair. He worked with and still continued to work with his ex. My being attracted to Leslie or not; we weren't exes who have slept together before. Talk about a double standard.

"Ok, but answer this for me. How is my working with Leslie whom I have never dated nor I have never done anything with any different than you going on trips and working with your ex?" It wasn't. But he knew that.

"Let's be clear Naomi, they are business trips. Boring and long trips to which I would rather bring you and Stella. And it's different because I do not want to fuck her and vice versa." I roll my eyes

"I don't want to fuck him" This wasn't a lie.

Of course I was attracted to him there was no denying it, but sleeping with him hadn't even crossed my mind.

"That doesn't matter when he wants to fuck you." I'm silent

"We can go back and forth all day Naomi and I could even go as far as to forbid you from working with him to which you would just disobey me and it'd only cause an even bigger argument, but I don't want that. Is that what you want?"

I shake my head. Arguing would only cause more stress and that was the last thing I needed. Justin and I had enough of our own problems; Leslie being added to mix maybe wasn't as such a good idea as I had initially thought.

We continue to dance in silence.

• • •

The house is silent when we walk through the front door. Stella was with Logan for the night and Justin had been quiet since our dance together.

"Are you going to speak to me?" I ask. I almost laugh at how ironic this entire thing because I'm usually giving the silent treatment

"You want me to speak to you? Ok, then what the fuck was tonight? You and him all over each other?" he spits

"All over each other? A bit over exaggerate when all we did was talk and you were right there at the same table. You could have joined in on the conversation if you felt excluded"

"Yea, pretty convenient how he just so happened to be at the same table as us tonight. Don't you think?"

"What? Are you going to accuse me of setting the table arrangements now Justin?"

"Not you..." He trails off

Leslie? He had to be shitting me. I roll my eyes. I wanted to say he wasn't serious, but everything about him was serious

"Do you not realize how hypocritical you're being? You get to work with your ex. You get to work with old college friends and I can't work with him? It's not fair" As the last words leave my mouth I realize just how childish I sound. I was getting too much deja vu now

But that was just it; it wasn't fair.

"Fair? You think I care about being fair. You're my wife"

"All I'm getting from this is that you are a sexist asshole that thinks he can control me because he thinks I'm his property and not his wife. Well I'm not and I am going to work with who I want. And I don't care if you like it or not"

I cross my arms and he stares me down as if he were trying to intimidate me, but I wasn't his doormat.

Had he not learned from the last time we were separated? Learned that I wasn't going to take anymore of this?

When the silence becomes too much I walk off and head upstairs to our room. I don't notice that he had been following behind me until I've reached our walk in closet.

"So that's it?" He says "It's over again?"

"I didn't say that"

"Then what are you trying to say Naomi? Because to me it sounds a lot like you're leaving me again" I finally turn around to face him as tears continue to roll down my face

"I don't want to leave you and I'm not going to" I reassure through shaky breath "But wife isn't synonymous for property and you do it all of the time. You treat me like you can walk all over me and that– that is not a marriage"

"I don't mean to" He steps closer to me, but I don't want to be touched right now so I take a step backwards

"I find that hard to believe" 

"I'm working on it" Marriage was hard. I knew that, but it didn't have to be like this - so where do we go from here?

I know I know you're thinking "why do they always argue?" but you have to remember they never truly worked out their issues. They almost never do when they argue. But I promise they will be good before this story is over ;)

Edit: As I'm editing this I may have lied,