favorite toy 》justin bieber

prolouge

「outside pov」

He sighed deeply, throwing his head back against the headrest. Reaching up, he anxiously tugged at the ends of his hair, fluttering his eyes shut. "Fúck!" He exclaimed, resting his head on the steering wheel.

Justin groaned and took the keys out of the ignition, stepping out of the car. After slamming the door shut, he proceeded to march up the sidewalk and burst through the front door of the house. By doing this, he caught the attention of the other people in the house. "You're late," one spoke up, squinting his eyes.

"Fúck off, Chris. I'm not in the mood," Justin snapped, a fire igniting inside of him. He looked past Chris and locked eye contact with none other than the person he needed - Robbie. "Where's your sister?"

Robbie nodded towards the staircase, indicating that she was upstairs. "She hates it when you don't schedule, you know," He spoke up, shoving his hands into his pocket. His glance shifted between the staircase and Justin.

Rolling his eyes, Justin smirked, taking a step closer to Robbie. "It doesn't matter. Money is money. And plus, I usually make appointments. It's a one time thing, I need it. So, here's what you're going to do. Mind your own fúcking business and stop questioning every single god damn thing I do," He replied, inching closer with every sentence he spoke. "Jesus, you guys, I can't do anything without you all questioning me. The things I do are none of your concern. I'm the one who pays you, and I know what the fúck I'm doing. So, I suggest you all cut the shít before every single one of you ends up without a job."

The rest of the men stood there speechless, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room. Taking this as his cue to leave, Justin spun on his heel and bounded up the stairs. He took the hallway all the way down to the end. Last room on the left.

Justin swung the door open, revealing the person he wanted to see. "Clara," He grumbled. "Hi, baby girl," He whispered, running his tongue over his lips.

The girl turned around at her desk, eyeing Justin up and down. "What're you doing here, J? You know I hate walk-ins," she hummed, standing up and sauntering over to her closest. "Turn around, I'm going to put pajamas on."

Clara brushed her chestnut brown hair over her shoulder, batting her chocolate eyes at him innocently. "Oh, kitten, I'm okay with watching," Justin's stomach flipped, watching as she slowly began to tug her leggings down.

She curled her fingers around the waistband of her pants, moving slowly as she dragged them down her legs. After this, she bent over and picked them up, taking her time to put them into the hamper.

Following this, Clara removed her shirt from her body, letting it fall to the ground. "Let me find something to wear," She stood on her tip toes, poking out her behind as she reached onto the top shelf.

Justin gripped her hips forcefully, turning her around and kicking the closet door shut in one swift motion. He turned her around, pressing his body against hers as her heart rate began to pick up speed. "I think what you have on is just fine," Justin begin, tracing his finger up her arm. "Maybe even a little too much," He continued as he hooked his finger under her bra strap and dragged it down her shoulder a tiny bit.

Clara bit down on her bottom lip, her lust filled eyes meeting his. "Justin, I told you, no walk-ins, remember?" She spoke lowly, watching him as he drew patterns in her skin with his fingertips.

"Mm, baby, but you know how hard my job is. I'm under a lot of stress right now, kitten. I need you to make me forget. Come on baby girl," Justin attached his lips to her neck, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses from the base up to the top.

She tilted her head to the side, allowing him
more access. "Okay, Justin, okay. But I'm charging you extra," Clara struggled to speak as he continued to suck on her neck; he would definitely leave a mark.

Justin smirked at her, giving her ass a squeeze then moving down to her thighs, urging her to jump. Clara jumped up, wrapping her legs around Justin's torso as he carried her over to the bed.

"We're both going to feel so good, kitten. Just like we always do," Justin placed her onto the bed and eagerly climbed on top of her.

Clara flipped them over immediately and ground her crotch into Justin's, earning a low moan from him. Her job has begun for the night, and the best part? First, she was being paid extra. Second, Justin was angry, making him even more attractive.

"Do your job, baby girl."

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hi readers i know the prologue is kinda confusing but i promise this'll get better i have some really good ideas so just stick with me okay

the beginning is always the hardest for me bc i never really know how to start it but i can swear to you all that once i get going it'll be real good

thanks for reading love you all xo
-haley
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