I always thought that at age 19 I'd be in college. Maybe in one of those bullshit sororities partying with nasty frat boys and drinking from a keg, but here I am. 19 and dancing for money. A fake name, faker eyelashes, with a friend, lover, and cus...
" You're too good to me Bieber" I relent and he picks up my chin between his fingers.
"And you're too good for me" he insists and with an eye roll from me we leave and walk to the next room.
" you won't get much use out of this room, but I get how important privacy can be so..." he pushes the door open to a lavishly decorated bedroom.
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I immediately run to the bed and jump into it like a child patting the area next to me, inviting Justin.
" This is my fucking room?" He nods leaning over me to place a kiss on my forehead.
"Mhmm. Come check out the rest" he says excitedly before pulling me up and piggybacking me to another door. He pushes it open to reveal the biggest closet I had ever seen. All of my clothes organized and out of the ugly brown boxes they'd arrived in.
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
Before I can even praise the work Justin pushes on a shelf and a secret room is revealed.
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
All of my shoes, and what looked like some brand new editions added by Justin were housed by style and color.
"This is insane"
"The good kind right?" I fix him with a look.
"There's a good kind?" He nods and wraps his arms around my shoulders placing kisses across the skin exposed by the Bardot top I wore.
