No Strings Attached

Chapter 1

"I see your mother kicked you out again."

"Like always. Selena brought someone. I saw him from the roof."

He arched a brow again. "The roof, Kami?"

I sweetly smiled at him and shrugged. "Daddy look." I pointed to the man who had popped up behind Selena. With a closer few I know knew that I was right. That was Justin Bieber.

THE Justin Bieber. The head of Bieber INC which was a million dollar modeling agency. He managed some off the best agencies a long with his own. Just a few days ago, Kendall Jenner was signed under him as his main model for advertising. And let me just say Kendall Jenner was fucking hot.

But how the hell he was standing next to my sister? He had his arm wrapped around her waist and her head was resting on her his shoulder. They looked so comfortable. I bet my mother was already in gear mode Marriage. I looked at my dad who was shaking his head.

"You're mother is going to have a ball with this."

I nodded my head in agreement and continued my speculation on Mr. Bieber here. He was about 5'9 and he was built. He looked smoking in his button down and blazer. He had them rolled up enough that I could see he had a sleeve of tattoos. How hotter could this man get? But he must have more about him than that because I knew for a fact that Selena hated tattoos. She used to say that they were terrible to get because they'd look ugly when we got old. I bushed my hand over my hip, resting it on my only tattoo I had, Stronger, and closed my eyes. I envisioned him and smiled. Tattoos were only stupid if they had no meaning.

"I'm going to go say hello to your sister, care to join me?" Dad asked me before leaving.

I shook my head. I know I probably sound like a bitch not wanting to see my sister, but honestly I had nothing to say to her. Especially after his death and how everything went down. I loss so much respect for Selena that it wasn't even funny.

And Mr. Bieber was probably the reason why she hadn't come. Anger started to seep through my walls and I got up, having to get out of there before I broke something. I raced into my room and popped two Xanax, sitting on my bed.

Breath, Kamila. Breath. I leaned back against my bed and grabbed my phone from the charger, deciding to call Bethany. She answered on the third ring.

"Hey bitch! I hear you're sister home."

I rolled my eyes. "Yup. The princess arrived."

"Well I thought you would be happy."

I shrugged. "I don't really care. She brought a man home."

"Omg really?"

"You'll never guess who is it. Mr. Bieber himself."

The line went silent for a second before Bethany let out high pitched yelp. I covered my ears and told her to the shut the fuck up.

"You are LYING Kamila Alexandra Gomez."

I frowned and took my butt to the hallway and leaned over the balcony to snap a picture of the little couple, sending it who when receiving it let out another scream.

"Do you UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING LUCKY YOU ASS IS KAMI LIKE OMG."

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. "Yeah, I know B. It's not a big deal."

"I might just slap you." She snapped.

"Justin Bieber is the HOTTEST most RICHEST man ALIVE. How the hell does Selena get him??"

I sat into my rolly chair and went about my room in zig zag pattern as I spoke. "Beats me. Then again my sister is probably the prettiest girl on this entire planet so it's like a match made in heaven."