Justin Bieber : One Shot Clean and Dirty

No Secret

Running a hand through his sweaty hair, Justin releases a sigh of content. He just finished the last show of the tour, more than happy to relax and also to go back to see you, his girlfriend. He's in Australia, you're in California, waiting in his house for his return. You both can't wait to be in each other's arms, being able to talk to each other in person instead of looking at a small screen which often lagged.

After a small 10 minute ride to the hotel from the arena, he quickly entered his room, wanting to take a quick shower before going to facetime his girlfriend. But to his surprise, someone else was in his room; a woman. She was dressed in a light blue button up top with cheap white capris along with white sneakers. Around her was cleaning supplies; mop, broom, mini dust pan, rugged rags with stains, sprays, etc.

"Oh, sorry sir," She spoke. "I'll just be two more minutes."

"Alright." He replied, sending her a slight smile.

He was obviously tired, and even a bit hormonal. He's not going to lie, the woman was attractive, she had to be at least in her mid-twenties. Tired and hormonal: not really a good combination if you put in a few pieces and mix it all together.

--

He doesn't know how it happened, but here he was, on the couch, with the woman straddling him and making out. Maybe he was just too tired to think and his hormones thought for him? No one will know.

The only thing that is known is that if word gets out, his relationship with his love will be done. Maybe his reputation could be ruined.

His mind is telling him to push her off and kick her out, but he was just so in the mood.

Luckily, Alfredo knows when to ruin moments, good or bad.

"Justin, you left yo-" Alfredo stopped mid-sentence, seeing the awful sight in front of him.

Justin quickly pushed the woman off at the sight of Alfredo, wide eyes visible on both men.

"Justin, what the fuck man?! You have a girlfriend, whom you love!" He yelled while Justin sat there, letting the words sink in.

He's definitely not tired anymore, nor hormonal. Nope. All he feels now is regret, guilt, stupidity.

"Miss, I think it's best for you to leave." Alfredo looked at the woman, who had a smug look on her face.

"Bye baby. Thanks for the gift." She waved at Justin, then began to gather her supplies. Alfredo kept a deep stare on Justin, obviously pissed off about the whole situation.

As the woman walked past, Alfredo muttered an inaudible word towards her. She just smirked.

"Alfredo," Justin stood up after she had left. "Please... please don't tell her."

Alfredo looked at him, dumbfounded at how he wants to handle the situation.

"Are you serious? Justin, (Y/N) is probably the best girlfriend you've had, hell, she's never done anything wrong!"

"Please, Fredo, I'll tell her someday, just please act like nothing had ever happened, please." Justin spoke, tears slowly starting to well up in his eyes.

Alfredo gulped, biting his lip. "Fine. But if anything bad happens, it's your fault."

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Justin was coming home today. He was beyond happy to see you again, but worried about you finding out, especially because if guilt is too much for one person to handle, their secret(s) could come out at any time.

You stayed in his house, not wanting to leave because one, you're very comfortable at the moment, and two, no one would be there to protect you from the paparazzi and the fans.