Pretty Woman (Justin Bieber love story)

Chapter 2; The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air

I looked out the window only too see the biggest fuckin mansion ever.

it was HUGE.

he chuckled at my gob smacked face as the car drove up onto the drive, through the tall metal gates.

As the car pulled up to the front door, we both got out.

I stared wide-eyed up at the building, still in complete awe. 'this place is bigger than my first 3 apartments put together'

he grinned at my optimism. 'well when you earn the amount of money i earn, it has its privileges'

i laughed, still looking up. 'no kidding' he hooked his arm round my waist as we made our way to the front door. There was a big black man standing there, dressed smartly in a black suit, with his arms crossed, looking serious.

Justin turned to face him. 'kenny, can you tell the maids to bring us up some champagne, and some chocolate covered strawberry's please'

he nodded. 'no problem sir'

justin nodded too as we walked into the house.

The man, his name i know now to be Kenny, gave me a warm smile as we entered the house. That little gesture warmed my heart to the fullest. When people see what i do for a job and the things i wear, they give me dirty looks and dont even acknowledge my existence. But Kenny, a complete stranger, showed me a gesture of kindness, and it really made me smile.

i turned to justin. 'he seemed nice'

justin smiled and nodded, pulling my waist closer to his. 'he is, he's the best'

i grinned as we made our way through his living room until we came to a double metal door, and asif on cue, it dinged and opened up, revealing an elevator.

i turned my head to face justin and raised my eyebrows. 'really? you have a damn lift in your house? what happened to good old fashioned stairs?'

he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. 'only the best for the best'

i scoffed, giggling as we got inside. 'well shit, i need to become a singer then, cause this' i pointed around the lift. 'is frickin amazing'

he chuckled, a glint of admiration in his eyes. 'if you're like this after only seeing my lift, you're gonna go insane when you see my bedroom'

he was right.

I walked through the door and sighed, in complete awe of the whole thing. He had diamond chandeliers, regal carpets, a mini living room in his bedroom, an en-suite, a walk in wardrobe, everything.

i stood there shocked, taking in the view in-front of me.

i heard him chuckle as he came up behind me and spoke into my ear. 'like it?'

i turned to him, my eyes literally popping out of my head. 'like it? i bloody love it'

he chuckled making his way over to the little bar in the corner, pouring himself and I a wine glass each.

i sat down on the arm of the sofa and rubbed the fancy material. 'i thought only places like this existed in movies' i turned around to look at him as he handed me my wine glass. 'doesn't this excite you?'

he shook his head, sitting on the sofa opposite me. 'not really, but i guess i'm used to it by now'

i nodded feeling slightly embarrassed.

i got up off the sofa i was on and walked over to the other one, before sitting myself on his lap. 'i bet you think i'm a right british bompkin, getting excited over nice things like this when to you its just everyday stuff' i started picking the nail varnish off my nails; a habit of mine when i got nervous.