*Sasha Pov*
Was I angry at Justin? Yes.
Did I go back to Australia because of it? No.
Why? Because I was invited and I already promised mom I'd be here for a few weeks and I only been here one week so three more to go, for my family a few is four.
Ever since the break down about three days ago, Viola hasn't spoken much about anything unless we ask her.
I feel terrible, she's six years old and she doesn't need to witness her mom have a freak out like that.
And worse, her birthday is a week away.
Just give me title of the worst mom ever.
I am currently walking with Viola to the Taco Bell a few blocks away since dad was at work.
"Mommy, can we go home?" Viola's soft voice asked as we were on the street of Taco Bell.
I look down at her, her eyes fixated on the ground, "Why? You miss your friends?"
"No, I don't ever want to see-" She hesitated, "Justin again, he made you cry, and I don't like you to cry."
I suck in a breath, have this what's been on her mind all this time?, "Okay, I'll talk to grandma about it."
She nods and looks over to her right, my eyes follow to the paparazzi.
I pat her head with a smile and my phone rings.
Checking the caller ID I ignore the call.
We get to Taco Bell ordering twelve soft tacos.
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"We're back." I announce walking into the house.
"Welcome back." The cockiness in his voice pisses me off.
Justin stands there, and I assume he just took a shower being shirtless and water dripping off his hair down his chest a towel hangs onto his shoulder.
"What are you doing here?" I purposely lace the vemon in my words.
He smirks but I can see a hint of sadness in his eyes, this bastard thinks he can just act like nothing is wrong when he knows how bad things are, "You didn't answer my call."
"That don't give you the right to come into our house." These words weren't said by me.
We both look at Viola with shocked expressions.
"What?" Justin frowns slightly.
She just takes the tacos and go into my room slamming the door.
"Why are you here?" I ask again sighing heading to the living room.
Justin grabs my arm pressing me against the wall, "Look, Sash, I'm sorry to tell you about the marriage but it's not like I can just tell Selena to leave, we've been through a lot and I'd feel bad if I just ditched her for you, not that I don't love you it's just too heartless of me."
"And having sex with me behind her back isn't?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
He tenses and the grip around my wrist tightens, "Don't make it sound so bad."
"But it is! Justin, you are fucking me while a couple of weeks away from your wedding! It's terrible!" I growl shoving him in the chest with my free hand.
He takes my other wrist pinning both of them above my head with one hand his of hand holding my lower back bringing my lower body to him, "You go along with it, this isn't just my fault."
"No, you know that I can't hold back when it comes to you, I can't function right whenever you're involved and you know it." I glare at him.
"Always blaming me, last time I checked it takes two to have sex, and you weren't complaining a while ago when you were clawing at my back." He grins closing in so much I can feel his breath.
I hold in a breath staring into his eyes, "Fuck you."
His lips only less than a few centimeters away, "Oh but you want me, I can feel it, and we both know it."
Fuck this bitch.
I just give in to the temptation pressing my lips to his then pulling back, "I hate you."
He smiles licking his lips, "You know you love me."
We bring our lips together again, Justin release my wrists bringing both his hands to my ass and my arms go straight for his hair.
As if we both read each other's minds I hoped up wrapping my legs around his waist and he holds me up his hands still at my ass.
Justin leads us to the living room laying us on the couch.
He removes his lips from mine and attach them to my neck.
I close my eyes arching my back as one of his hands travel in my shirt and the other in my tights.
Why don't we just leave each alone then that why we don't cause trouble, but no we are just too attracted to each other.
I look at Justin pulling off his shirt.
He smiles and cradles my face in his hand, "I'm sorry."
I nod stupidly.
A feeling of forgetfulness runs through my head then I sit up looking him in the eye, "We can't. Viola."
He bits his lip thinking, "Quietly?"
I give him a serious look, "Justin."
"Yeah, yeah, sorry." He smiles pecking my lips, "Are we good?"
"No, I'm still mad, and so is Vi." I fix my clothes giving him his shirt.
Justin puts on his shirt and sighs, "Why is she mad? I mean I can guess why but-"
"She's mad cause she witnessed my breakdown, and said she wants to go back to.... home." I tell him not telling where we live.
He gives me a soft look, "Where do you live?"
"A house." I avoid his eyes.
He sighs giving up on questioning me, "I need to go me and the guys gotta get some suits."
I nod not saying anything and we head to the door.
Justin waits a while and quickly pecks my lips before opening the door and walking out.
If only I was strong enough to resist that dumbass.
I sigh shutting the door behind him and heading to check on Viola.
