No STRINGS Attached. [ R-Rated]

Chapter 3

Im soooo sorry i made you guys wait for soo long for this chapter but here you go<33

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Riya's POV -

I woke up early the next day, seeing Justin still sleeping soundlessly next to me. God, he looked absolutely perfect. Even when he was sleeping, and his hair was a mess, and there was a slight puddle of drool underneath his cheek. I got up, grabbing some clothes from my dresser, remembering that Justin had this meeting today. I knew he would drag me to it, so i decided to dress semi nice for it. 

I stood in the hot water of shower for what felt like hours but in all reality was about fifteen minutes. I got out, wrapping a towel around my body before pulling my clothes on. I had decided on a cute floral skirt and a white tank top that went with it, paired with a cardigan and some gladiator sandals. By the time I was done, and I fixed my hair and makeup, Justin was sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes with his hands. He heard me come in and his head snapped in my direction. I giggled a bit, waving in a joking way. "Hey there sleepy head. You need to get dressed. We got a big day ahead of us."

I nodded my head once and then went downstairs. Of course he had clothes at my house. He actually had quite a collection. There were piles upon piles of his clothes, all from where he had stayed the night and never taken them home. I suppressed a sigh as I turned the TV on, flipping through the channels absentmindedly. I heard footsteps down the stairs and I clicked the TV off, knowing it was Justin. I looked over to him, standing up. "Ready?" I asked, and he simply nodded, taking my hand and pulling me out the door.

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I sucked in a deep breath as I felt Justin's hand on my thigh. Like, really high up on my thigh. We were in this stupid meeting, I being there for the simple fact that Justin dragged me here -- just like I predicted. Scooter was rambling on about the new tour he was getting ready to do or something but it was obvious that Justin wasn't paying attention. I was trying to, as much as I can, so I could feel Justin in on what was happening afterward.

But no. I couldn't pay attention now. His thumb rubbed little circles on my inner thigh, and I looked over at him, a death glare on my face. God, he was such a freaking douche. I hated him so much - but loved him so much at the same time. A small smirk was on his face and I took my elbow, hitting him in the arm lightly. It wasn't too forceful, just enough to get his attention. "Justin, stop." I hissed at him, my voice barely above a whisper.

The smirk on his face grew and he dragged his hand up my leg. God, someone was horny today. But who was I to stop him? It wasn't like I didn't want this - no, I definitely did, if it's what Justin wanted. I just didn't want it here, where everyone could see us. I spat at him to stop again but he simply shook his head, his hand slipping up my skirt.

I looked around the big table, my eyes falling on all of his crew members. Scooter, Ryan, Alfredo, Kenny, his own ****ing mom ... I turned back to him, crossing my arms over my chest. I tried not to draw in a breath when I felt him starting to rub me, ever so lightly, through the lace of my panties. I suddenly shot up straighter in my seat, my legs spreading a little automatically. I looked around once again, and everyone was so focused on Scooter - who was still rambling about God knows what - that they payed us absolutely no attention.

Soon, I felt him slip a finger inside the band of my underwear and this time I did gasp a little. He rubbed me again, and then jabbed his finger inside of me. I unfolded my arms, reaching down and clutching the arm rests on the plastic chair. The smug look on his face was so irritating, but I couldn't stop him. God, this felt good. He stuck another finger inside and I bit back a huge moan. His fingers moved around in me, until he hit the spot that made me go crazy. I sucked in a deep breath and then shot up, stuttering my words. "I, uh.. I have to go!" I exclaimed, turning to run away. I saw Justin sitting there with a triumphant smirk plastered on his face, leaning back in his chair as if nothing had happened in the first place.

Oh, how I hated him.

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wooo, got a little heated there.

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