Iman
During the ride to wherever, I noticed how tense Justin was.
He was really quiet which wasn't him at all. I mean he's quiet, but not this quiet. He didn't even try to make one of his lame jokes, or sass me, or even a sexual remark.
Something was wrong with him.
He would even grip the steering wheel and briefly close his eyes. Then he'd have a sad facial expression.
something was really bothering him.
I wanted to ask Justin what was wrong but decided against it. I didn't want to upset him or make him feel worse.
"I hope you like it." He said driving into a gated area. My eyes almost popped out of its sockets.
"Umm I think I'm gonna love it." I said keeping my eyes glued to the surrounding.
There were a couple dark green trees, but light was still able to shine into the area. It looked about a couple acres and my, the house-eccuse me, Mansion looked very beautiful. It wasn't in a neighborhood either, it was by itself
The home was beautiful.
"So this is your....place?"
"I visit sometimes."
Okay.
He stopped at a black gate and entered some pass code or something and the gates opened slowly.
"This is really beautiful.." I said looking at the home. It was coveted in brown Stone from the top to bottom and looked very expensive.
{I'll show you guys the picture in multimedia next chapter}
"Yeah. Like I said before, I don't come here all the time so I just settled down for something more suitable. I don't want to make it too obvious that i come here." He said taking a turn and driving into a garage that started opening.
A very large garage might I add.
He parked the car and and jogged to the other side to open me.
"You're such a gentleman" i said patting his cheek.
He then started twirling his non-existent long hair.
"Anyway, lets get these bags taken care of." He said.
He took out a key and opened the main door.
"Nice place, seriously." I said glancing around the place.
"The housekeeper kept it nice and clean for me." He chuckled.
The floor was tiled in marble, gold chandeliers were dangling from the high ceiling, and it was just so spacious and smelled very new might i say.
"Iman you're always zoning out." he laughed walking up the short spiral stairs.
Great. Stairs. Shouldn't he have an elevator or something?
As we continued down the hall, i looked at the many paintings, decorations and small statues he had.
It was really breathtaking. His love for gold was definitely showing out as well as royal blue.
"This is the master bedroom." he said opening the double doors revealing a spacious room with white plush carpeting, king sized bed with blue sheets, and other decorations.
"This is where you'll be sleeping." He said smiling.
I creased my eyebrows in confusion. "Isn't this your room?"
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Fanfiction|"I want you to be my Queen." Justin whispered as he trapped me between the wall and his body. No words could come out of my mouth. The only thing I could do was stare into his pleading hazel eyes. "sweetheart, please.." he said kissing up my neck w...
