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blood chapter 10

The phone vibrated, jerking me awake.

I had to peel my face off my slobbered pillow and wiped the spit from my chin.

Very attractive.

I searched through my blankets and sheets until I found the phone and picked up, "Hello?"

A burp was the answer I heard, "Selena, is...is that you?"

"Yes, Justin."

"Wha…what are you doing?"

I had to cover up my mouth so I didn't laugh, "Justin, are you drunk?"

"No...no, I'm just enjoying a little Russian vodka. Nothing too bad."

There was screaming and shouting in the background, "Justin, I can barely hear you." I said a little loudly.

"Okay, hold on." There was some shuffling and I heard the flushing of a toilet so I assumed he went into the bathroom, "Can you hear me? Selena, are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here. Where are you?" I looked at the clock and it was ten at night here so it must be seven in the morning in Russia, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Please, I haven't gone to bed yet." He hiccupped.

Justin had been in Russia for five days already. It was now Tuesday night and good thing he was gone because I had midterms this week but my last one was tomorrow. After that, I was off for the rest of the week.

He left on Friday and that seemed like so long ago. I wasn't expecting to go to church on Sunday since Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, Justin and Emmett weren't here but Alice woke me up bright and early, dragging me out of the door with her. It was just Rose, Alice, and I in the pew at church and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I hated to say it but I was pathetically missing Justin. What the hell was wrong with me? I've had boyfriends before so why was Justin hitting me so deeply and making it so much harder to be away from him? Thankfully, he called every day, just like he promised he would and I didn't care what time it was, I always picked up.

They would be back tomorrow night so I didn't have to endure these late night calls but I had been doing well so far. I just had to take tests and then I could come back to nap. There was nothing too strenuous to do at school.

"What was all that shouting?" I laid back down on my pillows.

"Emmett, Jasper, and I are at a fight club."

"A fight club, like the movie?" I asked, slightly worried.

"Yeah, Emmett just fought this really big Irish dude and almost got his butt kicked. I'm up next. I just wanted to call you first." He hiccupped again.

"Justin, I don't know if I like the sound of that."

"Why? It's fun and I'll hurt like hell tomorrow but I'll sleep it off on the plane."

"Do you even know how to fight?"

He snorted, "Oh Selena, if only you knew the real me."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I laughed.

"I'll tell you some other time."

Some part of me screamed to stop being so stupid. What real estate agent went to Russia for "business" and ended up at a fight club? There were several answers going through my head but I didn't know which path was the right one. I was also kind of scared to know the truth. My bliss was hooded with ignorance but I knew that the deeper he and I went into this relationship, the worse the secret was going to be. As of now, I just wanted to enjoy my time.

There were a couple seconds of silence and Justin sighed heavily.

"Would I be a total pussy if I said that I miss you?"

"No. Are you sure it's not that vodka speaking?"

"I thought it might be but it's not. I truly miss you."

"Awwww, you're getting soft on me."

"Selena..." He warned in a growl.

"I know, I know. I just thought it was cute."

"I hope no one's recording this."

"I hope you're taking care of yourself. You sound tired."

"Because my brothers have me up all night."

"Any strippers I need to be worried about?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"No, but I jacked off twice in the shower this morning. Would you be freaked out if I said that I imagined you in there with me?"

"No." I sighed heavily and shakily, trying not to slip my hand down my panties.

"God, I miss you and here I am in a fight club." He laughed, "I'm sure my brothers will be making fun of me later."

"Just go kick some ass. Do you wear pads?"

"Nope. No pads, no helmets, no shirts, no gloves. Just boxers. It's more like a cage match."

"I'm really not liking the sound of this."

"I'll be fine."

We talked for another two minutes exactly before I heard Jasper calling him from the other side of the phone.

I didn't want to hang up and I was tempted to throw an 'I love you' in at the end but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I hung up after we said our goodbyes.

There was no doubt in my mind that I loved Justin.

I didn't know what to do with myself because I had never felt like this before. At first, I thought that it was just me being a stupid girl with a mega crush but I had learned that my feelings went deeper than that.

The whole time he had been gone, I realized that I missed him dearly and that scared me. I didn't know what to make of my new feelings and I was terrified. I had never felt like this before. Did he feel the same way? I knew Justin would never admit it and I had a suspicion that he was having the same issue, ironing out the way he felt.

It was just in the way he talked over the phone. There was so much I knew Justin wanted to say but he always stopped himself, like he was worried or shy. I didn't want to push him so I stayed quiet as well.

I thought about asking my mother or even Charlie for advice but I guessed that wouldn't end well. I didn't know a way to tell Charlie that I was dating a twenty-five year old and Renee would just start rambling about things so I didn't say a word about Justin to either of them.

Justin was also acting weird about my parents but I couldn't figure out why. He asked me questions about my dad and I guess it was just the normal boyfriend worries but Justin actually seemed scared that I would tell Charlie about him. He wouldn't say much over the phone so we agreed to talk when he got back.

I laid down under the sheets and went back to sleep.

I woke up as my alarm clock chimed eight in the morning. I got up and just brushed my teeth before hitting the books to get a few hours of studying in.

This was my last midterm before I had the rest of the week off and I made sure to get all the math theories into my head so that I wouldn't forget any. I crammed for three hours before I got out of bed. I threw on a pair of jeans and a simple tee shirt along with a jacket before putting my backpack over my shoulders. I was out of the door with a bottle of water and headed to my test.

On the way, I got a text from Alice telling me to meet her for lunch at the café down the street from my dorm and I replied I would be there.

My test lasted for an hour but I was done about twenty minutes in. It wasn't that bad. I checked it four times before turning my paper in up front.

A weight was lifted off my shoulders as I walked out into the chilly air and took a deep breath.

I had a bounce in my step as I walked towards the café that Alice loved and before I even rounded the corner, my mood fell. Something told me that my lunch wasn't going to be so happy.

I spotted Alice sitting with Rosalie as I opened the door and they were in the back. Alice waved me over happily and I scowled the whole time I walked to the corner and sat down without looking at Angel Face.

"Selena, how was your test?" Alice hugged me.

"Good, I think I got an A."

I peeked a look at Rose who was sipping iced tea in her red blouse and skin tight jeans, sunglasses pushed into her hair.

I hadn't talked to her since last Sunday when I tripped on her shoes and almost made us fall over. She just snarled at me and that was the last time we had any kind of communication.

"Are you done with all your tests?" I asked Alice.

"Yup, finished this morning. We're going out tonight to celebrate."

Rosalie brushed off the comment, taking another sip of her drink.

"I don't think I should go out to a club again." I replied.

"Because you're eighteen?" Rose raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

"No, because the last time I went out, it didn't go so well." I didn't mind holding my tone.

"What is wrong with you two?" Alice chimed in, "I thought you would hit it off but you've been at each other's throats since you met."

Rosalie just shrugged and went back to her drinking. I rolled my eyes and ordered a sandwich.

Lunch was fine for the most part, that was until Alice decided to go to the bathroom. I tried to grab her before she left but she was quick.

I sat there and continued to eat my sandwich without saying a word while Rosalie nibbled at her salad.

"Did you know that I slept with Justin?" She said suddenly after a minute.

I choked on my food and took a big gulp of water, "What the hell?" I rasped out.

"It was a long time ago but yeah." She shrugged, "Emmett doesn't know."

"I knew it. I knew it had to be something like that. Why else would you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you." She wiped her mouth and sat back in her seat.

" From the moment I met you, you've been nothing but a bitch." I whispered so I didn't disturb anyone else.

"Because that's who I am. Look, I don't know you but it's obvious that Justin is...he likes you a lot so I don't expect you to go anywhere soon. That being said, I'm not as mean as everyone says I am."

"So why were you so short with me?"

"I think of Justin as a brother and I've never known him to act the way he is now. You made me suspicious."

"Do I pass your test?" I asked, not that I really cared.

She tilted her head, "So far."

"Why are you so abrasive?"

"You're stepping into a very dangerous world and...I like you, Selena."

"Yeah right"

"I'm serious. I've never really had friends who were girls..."

"I wonder why." I rolled my eyes.

She twitched her lips at me, "Anyway, you and Alice are nice and I know I'm not the warmest person in the world but I needed to see if you were here to stay and not just here for Justin's money."

"I prefer him without it."

She snickered, "I heard you don't like gifts. You can't tell me that you're not turned on by the fact that Justin has a black card." She leaned in.

I couldn't help my smile, "It is kind of hot and...the Saleen is cool."

She laughed and went back to her salad. It was like her facade had fallen in a split second and she was a bubbly cheerleader instead of a cold monster.

I didn't know how to act around her now. I detected the extreme amount of jealousy that was coursing through my body because Justin had been with Rose but then I turned it around. Justin had been with her but was he with her now? He had been with hundreds, thousands of women but was he with them? No.

By the time Alice had come back, Rose and I weren't necessarily best friends but we weren't trying to kill each other. Alice noticed the shift and bounced around for the rest of the meal. Rose paid, even though I fought her on it but she just pulled me out of the café before I could even get my wallet out.

"So, we can go back to my place and take a nap before we go out." Alice hooked her arm in mine, leading me down the street, "Is that okay with you, Rose?"

"Sure, I might need something to wear though." She shrugged.

"I have lots of clothes." Alice replied happily, "I know just what to put you in."

I didn't even bother arguing with her because I knew Alice wouldn't let me or Rosalie wear jeans out anywhere.

"A night without the men" Rose through her hands up in the air and twirled around, looking like a ballerina.

I noticed that she was being really nice, overly nice even. It was like she was trying to throw me off track intentionally.

"I'll meet you guys at Alice's. I have to go print something in the library." I started to break away from the pack.

"Okay, I'll call you to come over later then." Alice bounced off and Rose gave me a head nod, which was more than enough for me.

I walked to the library and printed out some instructions for a paper I had due next week before dragging myself back to my dorm for a much needed nap.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator on my floor, I smiled when the scent of fragrant flowers hit me in the face. I turned the corner where a deliveryman was dropping them off and was about to leave.

I ran up to him and I must have looked like a mad woman but I didn't care, "Hi, Who are these from?"

"I don't know, lady. I just get the call and drop them off. I actually had to bring the whole thing up here upon special request. Do you know how hard it is to find a parking spot at this time of day?" He stomped past me with a bad attitude.

I shrugged and picked up the massive bunch of light purple flowers with small petals that looked star shaped. I actually had to work to carry them because they were so heavy but I managed to get my door open and set them on my desk.

I plucked the note from the side.

I figured I should do the normal boyfriend thing and send you some flowers. I'll be back soon.

-Justin

PS. - they're called statices and have fun tonight but not too much.

I turned on my computer while twirling a flower in front of my nose.

Have fun tonight? Where am I going?

A statice flower was used to say 'I miss you' and I fell more in love with Justin with each passing gesture.

Justin was trying really hard and I had to give him credit. I never thought that he would last this long in a normal relationship. I didn't even know if we were going to make it past the first day but Justin seemed to be different around me. I don't know how to explain it. He was two separate people wrapped into one.

There was the sweet Justin who wouldn't be afraid to show his soft but then there was the other guy who sometimes scared the shit out of me. I didn't know how to classify the Dr. Jekyll part of him but I wanted nothing more than to figure him out. Who was Justin? I couldn't answer that.

I climbed in bed and took a nice nap that I desperately needed. I dreamed of light purple flowers for God knows how long.

There was a pounding on my door and my eyes opened slowly.

The sun had set and the clock said eight. I rolled over and wiped my eyes clean before getting the door where a happy Alice and neutral looking Rosalie were standing with clothes of course.

"I thought you were taking a short rest?" Alice pouted.

"Get over it. I was tired." I moved out of the way so that they could come in.

"You live here?" Rosalie turned her nose up, "Even Alice's apartment is better than this."

"I don't want to hear it. Justin tells me I should knock a wall down to make it bigger every time he comes up here." I huffed and sat in my chair.

"So Justin's been up here more than once?" Alice put the clothes down on the bed and started hanging them up in the closet, which was starting to get rather full.

"Yes but don't ask me what we've been doing." I said before she even started, "Where did you get all those clothes?"

"These are mine. I'll take them out when I go home later but I had to stash them somewhere."

"What is the plan for tonight?" I asked, "And let's keep in mind that one of us is under eighteen."

"It would have been nice to know that when I first met you." Rose sat on the bed and bounced on it a little.

"Would it have made you like me?"

"No, but I don't like being lied to. I knew you were hiding something." She dared me to correct her.

"Anyway..." Alice jumped in, "...we're going to Justin's casino tonight."

"Justin has a casino?" I asked, almost falling out of my chair.

"Four. One here, one in Vegas, one in New Orleans, and one in Atlantic City." Rosalie said.

"Wow." I sighed, not knowing what else to do.

"He set it all up for tonight. We get VIP treatment." Alice was almost about to jumped out of her skin.

I laughed to myself as I remembered Justin's letter.

Have fun tonight!

"We can have dinner there and everything's taken care of." Rosalie said and looked at the flowers on my desk, "Emmett never gets me anything like that."

"Justin does it for Selena all the time." Alice smiled at me, "He really does care for you."

"I know." I replied.

"I've never seen him act like this before. He's...tame." Rose shuddered, "It's not like him. I'm used to AssWard but he's becoming normal as normal can be for a Bieber, more mellow I guess."

"He hasn't lost his fire, I can assure you." I thought back to last night's conversation with him on the phone where he told me he was at a fucking fight club. I was still worried about that, "So, what's this casino called?" I asked, getting back on subject.

"Breaking Dawn" Rose answered.

"Why?"

"It closes at the break of dawn." She explained simply.

"I thought casinos were supposed to close at two in Illinois?" Alice asked.

Rose just raised her eyebrow with words.

I knew what she meant.

I had noticed that Justin and the Cullens in general for that matter, didn't really obey common laws.

Justin's driving was evidence of that but I also checked the hunting laws for the state because I had a feeling that something fishy was going on that first Sunday when I heard the gun and then Carlisle came into the office all bloody. There wasn't anything to kill in those woods near the Bieber's house because hunting season began in December.

I wasn't stupid but like I said, I found it better not to ask questions right now. A big Italian family with money coming out of nowhere? Things just didn't add up. I just hopped my thinking was off.

"Don't complain but I got you something stellar to wear tonight." Alice hopped off of the bed, heading towards my closet.

I spent about two hours trying to convince Alice that I didn't need to be dressed in the flimsiest piece of fabric out there. She fought me on it and I surprisingly had Rosalie on my side although she compared me to a streetwalker so I think it was more backhand support than anything else.

After I vetoed many of Alice's suggestions, she just gave up and I was allowed to pick my own outfit.

I chose a one shouldered, two toned, purple dress that was actually kind of tight on me but I figured it would be alright since weren't going anywhere fancy. The dressed stopped a couple of inches above the knee and that was about it. The whole thing was very simple but short and tight enough for Alice to approve.

I did my own makeup as well when Alice was busy getting dressed and decided that light was the way to go. Rosalie actually did my hair in waves and I was slightly worried that she was going to burn me with a curling iron or something but she played nicely.

I sometimes thought that she was bipolar because she would act really nice and then turn without any warning or say something that came out wrong. The thing I liked about her was that she never made excuses for herself. Rosalie knew she was a bitch and didn't try to hide it. While that was extremely off putting, it was also refreshing to not have to deal with the fake girl I thought she was.

"Is everyone ready?" Alice asked when I came out of the bathroom from my final checkup.

"Yep and the car is downstairs." Rose answered, putting the rest of her stuff in her purse. I saw something really shiny as she pulled it out of her wallet.

"What the heck is that?" I sat next to her.

"A VIP card for the casino" She gloated, "It acts like a credit card, you just swipe it for the restaurant, drinks and the games."

This whole thing reminded me of Dave&Busters or Chuck E. Cheese, just more upscale. It was the same concept though.

We walked out of the door after Alice forced me in five inch, platform pumps that I was getting better walking in but they still provided obstacles.

As Rose promised, there was a black town car waiting for us downstairs and a man in a sharp suit held the back door open.

I didn't really know how all of this was planned or who was paying but Rosalie acted like this was all common for her so I just kept my mouth shut.

By the time we left, it was dark and there was a slight nip in the air as we drove down the not so crowded streets.

Alice talked the whole way and I just listened, not really responding but still enjoying the conversation. That was thing the about Alice. You could sit there and still be entertained without saying one word. She was captivating.

We pulled up to an interesting looking building about half an hour later and I didn't really know where we were but the parking lot was filled. I thought that was kind of weird for a Tuesday night.

I thought that there would be a flashing sign or something corny like in casinos I saw on TV but there wasn't one thing announcing its presence.

Alice and I followed Rosalie up to a pair of glass doors with no one around.

"Uh...how are we supposed to get in?" I knocked on the window.

"That's what the VIP card is for." She swiped it on a box and I heard a loud click as the door opened, "Justin is very particular about who he lets in his clubs. Jasper is more of the public host while Justin likes to stay in the shadows."

"That sounds like him." I nodded to myself.

"Cool." Alice bounced past me into a warm lit lobby that looked more like a hotel.

A very flighty woman approached us from nowhere, "Ms. Hale, I have everything ready for you in the restaurant."

"Thank you." Rose replied and we followed the woman into a set of elevators.

Rosalie must have noticed my confusion because she found the need to explain a few things, "This is more like a hotel. The second floor is the restaurant with another one on the tenth, the third floor is a club, and from there on up is the casino with a couple penthouses at the top."

"How many floors are there?" I asked.

"Sixteen." The woman standing next to me replied.

Real estate agent, my ass!

The doors dinged on the tenth floor and opened to a jazz styled restaurant with soft candles on the tables and a warm smell wafted through the air. There was a piano player off to the side and about thirty circular tables around the room with giant windows that opened to the night skyline. Everyone seemed to be laughing and having an amazing time. It was very relaxing.

"We always sit in that corner." Rosalie pushed Alice and I towards her normal table that was filling up an entire corner, "We usually need it to seat everyone but tonight, it's just you guys." She slid in.

Menus were in front of us and the pages were filled with things like lobster, steak, crab, caviar and I was almost about to walk out because there was no way in hell I could pay for any of this.

"Uh...I think I can afford water." I didn't even bother looking at my menu.

Rose dug in her purse, "Once again, that's what the card is for. Actually, I'm getting tired of explaining it." She called a waiter over and whispered in his ear before he scurried off.

"I can't believe Justin never told me about this place." I sat back and looked at everything around me.

"Do you always come up here?" Alice asked.

"Only sometimes, especially when they're all away like this. After I get off from work."

"What do you do?"

"I serve as Carlisle's planner, I guess. I'm not his secretary anymore but I know where he's supposed to be, at what time, and with whom at the drop of a dime." She snapped her fingers, "I don't even have to leave the house but sometimes he has charity events and things to go to so I have to make sure he's ready."

"He seems nice." Alice said.

"He is and caring. He basically took me in after my father kicked me out."

I decided not to say anything on the subject.

She was about to say something else but the waiter from before came back with two envelopes, handing one to me and one to Alice.

I opened it up and a silver card, similar to Rosalie's fell out. It was heavy and as thick as a small pamphlet but was only the size of a credit card. My name was typed on it in big letters and that was it.

I looked at Alice's and hers was gold.

"Why is mine different?" I asked.

"That's the under twenty-one card, Ms." The waiter nodded to me, "Mr. Justin requested that you be kept away from all alcoholic beverages. We had to make it special for you and it's the only one."

Alice and Rose laughed at me and just to rub it in my face, ordered two fruity drinks that I bet tasted really good. I sulked with my grape soda like a child.

Dinner was incredible and I was still apprehensive about ordering from the menu so I stuck with a simple pasta dish but it was amazing. I almost wanted to lick my plate when I was done.

When we had our fill of expensive foods, it was time for some fun on the casino floor.

I had no idea what to expect since I had never even been anywhere near a casino but I was just following Rosalie who acted like she came in here every night. She said that everyone usually had a night here once a week.

We got into another elevator that took us up further in the building and stopped on the thirteenth floor that Rosalie explained was the high roller section.

As soon as the doors opened, I thought I had stepped into Las Vegas.

There was red carpet on the floor and the massive room was filled with clanging machines, poker tables, skilled card dealers, and impressive bartenders who were working the crowds. It was well lit and packed.

"Don't these people have to go to work in the morning?" I asked, slightly louder so that Rosalie could hear me.

"Not really." Was her answer and that was all I got.

Business men were in suits, smoking cigars and laughing over card games. I didn't know where to look first since everything was in such a commotion.

Rosalie led us to a corner and we sat at another booth that looked out over the casino.

"Justin owns all of this?" I didn't know what to think.

"He sure does." Rosalie said, "You can go play if you want but no drinking." She pointed a finger at me.

I didn't know why everyone was so caught up on me staying sober all of sudden, it wasn't like I drank much anyway.

I got up from my seat actually kind of happy to be doing something that I'd never done before and went to the only game I knew how to play, blackjack.

I sat on a high stool where two men were about to be dealt cards.

"Is there an age requirement for this game?" I spun around to face the man behind the table.

"Strictly twenty-one, Do you have any chips?" The dealer asked while shuffling.

"Uh...no but I have this card." I held up my silver card that Justin had given me, hopping that my youthfulness was looked over.

The dealer took it and did a thorough examination before handing it back, "Welcome to Breaking Dawn, Ms. Swan and we can forget about the whole age thing." He pulled out a stack of red and white chips from underneath the table and pushed them towards me.

I giddily accepted them without hesitation while the two men looked at me like I was crazy.

I played blackjack for over an hour and actually only lost about one hundred dollars but I won over five hundred. I didn't know if what I was doing could be considered counting cards but numbers just seemed to come easily to me. I could keep track of what had been played and once I got the hang of it, I knew what was already out of the deck so I could judge when to hold and when to hit.

The two men eventually left the table after I kept my winning streak up and the dealer, whose name was ironically Jack, began a lively conversation about his life as a casino host. Alice took a spot next to me and played for a little bit before another game caught her eye.

"I guess it's just me for now." I tapped the table, indicating to hit me with another card.

"You're getting pretty good at this." Jack laughed and flipped a card over, "Another twenty-one."

"Would you believe me if I told you my father tried to teach me this game for years? I just know the basics."

"Please, you're about to buy me a new house."

"What is the most anybody's ever won in here?" I asked, starting a new stack of cards.

Jack thought for a second, "Hmmmmm, about six months ago, Mr. Justin won five million at a high stakes poker game."

I choked on the grape soda I was drinking, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah and he gave us all big fat raises."

"I knew he wasn't all bad under there."

"But he also fired ten people the same night."

"Of course he did." I rolled my eyes.

I felt someone sit next to me, "Mind if I join in?" A deep voice asked.

"No, go ahead." I turned to the man and was hit in the face with a blinding smile.

The man was copper skinned with jet black hair and a pretty impressive build. I would have thought that he was a gym monkey by the way his muscles moved under his light gray suit. He had high cheek bones and deep brown eyes that were kind of glowing under the lights. I guess he was kind of attractive but I had Justin. Any other man would just be plain to me.

"Hi, I'm Jacob." He held out a hand.

"Selena" I shook it.

"So, let's start playing." He unbuttoned his jacket and we continued with the game.

I sat there for about ten minutes and lost a heck of a lot of money because I felt his eyes on me and was starting to get uncomfortable.

I didn't know who this Jacob was but for some reason, I got the feeling that he knew me. He never said anything but it was just weird.

"How long have you been here?" Jacob asked after another ten minutes had gone by. His voice was strong but still youthful like he was a teenager. He did kind of look like a teenager, I guess. Maybe early twenties.

"About an hour and a half" I answered.

"You look kind of young to be in a casino."

"I'm old enough." I accidentally snapped.

He laughed, "Just making an observation. You're a student?"

"No." I lied.

"Do you know the owner of this place? I need to find him and tell him how awesome it is." He looked around.

"Who did you say you were again?" I stopped playing completely because something didn't feel right.

Before he could answer, Rosalie swooped down and put her arm on my shoulder.

"Selena, you shouldn't be hanging around such scum." She said snidely.

"Ms. Hale, always a pleasure." Jacob replied through his teeth with a head nod.

"What are you doing here, Jacob?"

"I have a key." He held up a golden card, similar to Rosalie's but smaller.

"How did you get that?" She was getting frustrated and I was a little scared for this Jacob guy.

"I have my ways. Why don't you introduce me to your new friend?" He bobbed his head in my direction.

"There's no need for that. Are you having fun tonight?"

"Of course. I always do when hanging out with the Cullens."

"I thought you didn't know who owned this casino?" I shot back, definitely picking up the fishiness of this situation.

"I know a few things." Jacob said cryptically.

I was about to say something else but Rose hit my shoulder, silently telling me to shut up.

Jacob and Rosalie had a staring contest that almost made shiver.

"I think it's time for you to go." Rose nodded her head in the corner and I noticed two huge men stalking our way.

"Always so eager to get rid of me?" Jacob stood up, preparing to leave.

"I don't like dogs so I try to stay away from the stench." She almost growled.

"It was nice meeting you, Selena." He stuck his hand out and I shook again.

"You too."

Jacob was gone like fog as he melted into the crowds.

Rosalie called the bodyguard looking men over, "Make sure he leaves and his friends too. I know they're around her somewhere."

"Yes ma'am." They both answer in unison.

"We need to leave." Rose's face fell.

"What do I do with my chips?" I asked stupidly. Who cares about chips?

"That's okay. We'll start an account for you and when you come back, they'll all be there." Jack smiled and slid my chips into a bucket.

"Thank you." I waved at him as Rosalie pulled me from my seat. She grabbed Alice on the way out and we were in the elevators a second later.

"What was all that about?" I asked and leaned against the wall.

"Jacob Black." Rose answered with a groan, "Police."

"Police?"

"Yeah. They think Justin deals in some...questionable things so they like to track him from time to time."

What the hell had I gotten myself into?

My father was a fucking police officer and what was Justin doing that he had to have a monitored detail? I had a few suspicions in my head but I needed to think through all of this first.

"You always bring trouble, Selena?" Alice giggled, slightly drunk.

"You have no idea." I said to myself.

I had the next day off thankfully and was able to sleep in until noon, which I needed because we got back to my dorm at two in the morning. The car dropped me off and then took Alice home.

I didn't get a call from Justin but I knew that was because he was on the plane, coming back. It would take him almost a full day to get to the States so I just cleaned up and made sure that I had something to do.

I basically laid in bed and read a new novel I was beginning.

Alice tried to get me to come out but I told her I didn't want to so I started ignoring her calls and texts after the fifth one. She had other friends and I was still trying to recover from last night.

The whole day, theories were going through my mind as to what Justin's actual job was. An answer was screaming at me but I didn't want to believe it. Currently, I was on the track of something like drug cartel but Justin didn't do those kinds of things, right?

I knew he had accesses to drugs although he never used them in front of me. Come to think of it, I don't recall him ever being high around me after that first night but that didn't mean anything. He could be shipping or dealing. Who knows? I just prayed that my suspicions were off because this was not a very good way to start a relationship.

At five that afternoon, I got a text from Justin saying that they had just landed in New York and the jet was about to refuel for the last leg of the trip.

When I asked him why he just didn't call me, he said that his jaw was so swollen from fighting that he couldn't talk.

I nearly reached through the phone and killed him for being so stupid. Didn't he know that kind of stuff was dangerous? I wasn't his mother but I still felt protective over him and I wanted him in one piece when he got home.

At nine, I got a text that said he had just made it back to his apartment and a car was coming to get me...if I wanted to see him.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed a jacket before running downstairs where a black town car was already waiting. I didn't even question it as I threw myself in the back.

It took about fifteen minutes before the driver pulled out in front of Justin's building.

"Thank you." I said and then got out, going inside behind a slow moving lady on the phone.

I was almost to the elevator when I remembered that I needed a key to even go up. I went back to the front desk where an older man was sitting behind a marble counter top.

"Hi, I was wondering if Justin Bieber has left a key for me?" I didn't know what else to say.

"Are you Selena Swan?" He asked and I nodded, "Here you go." He handed me a square peg that didn't have any teeth on is but would fit perfectly into the elevator.

I went back and hit the button, waiting for it to come down before golden doors opened and I got it. I pushed the peg into the keyhole and did as I remembered Justin doing a couple of weeks ago. I turned and hit the top button at the same time. The doors closed and the elevator jolted upwards.

"Interesting" I flipped the key in my hand as I went up.

When I came to a stop, the elevator opened again and I was in Justin's circular foyer. His door was open and I heard mumbled words coming from the other side.

I knocked lightly on the door, "Hello?" I walked in a little.

Esme popped her head out from around the corner, "Hi, sweetheart. I'm just trying to get Justin to take his medicine. How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"You can leave because I'm not taking those damn pills." I heard his voice from the kitchen but it sounded kind of muffled, "You can come in Selena."

I went into the kitchen where Justin was seated on the counter with a bag of frozen peas covering his face.

Esme was holding two pills and tapping her foot.

"I'm not taking those." Justin moved the frozen bag and his entire face was bruised and cut up.

"What happened to you?" I asked quietly, kind of afraid to move closer.

"His stupid self went to a fight club again last night and decided to get involved in a brawl." Esme growled, "Despicable. They get it from their father. Take your medicine, Justin." She pushed the pills towards him.

"No. Those things taste nasty and they make me drowsy." He grumbled like a child.

"You're jet lagged. You're already drowsy." She rationalized.

"I don't want them." He stuck the bag back on his face.

"Okay, fine. You want to get an infection, then be my guest." She picked up her bag off of the counter and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "I'll see you later, Selena."

"Bye." I said as she glided out of the house and the door shut.

"Is she gone?" Justin chuckled.

"She's just trying to help."

"I don't like those things." He set the bag down, "Hello, by the way."

"Hello." I nodded.

The air was filled with awkwardness. I wanted to run up and kiss him so badly but I didn't want to appear over eager so I stood across the island from him while he continued to sit on the counter near the fridge.

"How was your trip?" I asked.

"Good. I got two hundred thousand dollars for winning both of my fights and a truck load of free Smirnoff."

"That sounds promising." I couldn't help but look at his swollen eyes and the cuts on his forehead. He looked like a piece of meat that had been run over on the road but still more beautiful than any male model on the runways, "What is wrong with you? What is the reason for the fighting?" I moved closer to him and took a chance, pushing myself in between his legs.

He trapped me with his shoe covered feet, pulling me closer, "I was bored." Justin whispered against my lips.

"You didn't sell any houses?" I asked, my breathing harsh.

"Just kiss me." He deflected but I caught that he didn't answer my question.

I stood up a little so that I could reach him and our mouths melded together.

I recognized that Justin was hurt so I didn't move too much and tried not to deepen the kiss because I didn't want his jaw falling off or something but I couldn't help my hands as they traveled up from his legs to his stomach and then into his hair. He didn't seem to mind and actually pulled me impossibly closer.

Things were sped up when I let out a full on, whore moan and Justin responded with a growl. I couldn't help myself as I pushed myself against him harder, out lips making soft noises and my fingers permanently imbedded in his hair. His massive hands gripped my hips painfully hard but I wasn't going anywhere.

His tongue masterfully swept the inside of my mouth and wasn't afraid to explore new regions. I let him take over as my mind began to shut down.

We stayed connected for a couple of minutes, our kisses eventually slowing to light pecks.

"I can't stop saying that I missed you." Justin said, "I've never missed a woman in my entire life."

That made me smile, "How flattering."

"I can't help it. What have you done to me, Selena?" He bent down and kissed my neck, sucking lightly on the skin. His voice was dripping with sex and an Italian accent that made my lower half catch fire, "Mia Selena."

"I didn't realize how much I missed you until right now." I leaned my head back and my neck was on full display as Justin's lips descended on my skin, tasting me with his tongue.

"We might have to stop soon or I won't be able to control myself." He gingerly moved the collar of my shirt to dip his lips on my collarbone, "This marble would look incredible with you on it…naked and open for me."

I was seriously considering just having him bend me over the counter but I was smarter than that. I still needed medical proof that he was clean. I was so sexually frustrated that I was about to combust but I kept my cool so I didn't appear weak.

"I'm taming the beast inside." I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to mesh us together.

"He's tamed...somewhat." I got another kiss on the neck.

"How was Moscow?"

"Boring." Justin licked and bit my pulse point, driving me crazy.

"Why won't you take your medicine?" I asked when I pulled away a little, trying to breathe again.

He sat back up and rolled his eyes, "Because I don't need medicine. I'm fine."

"You call this fine?" I picked up the frozen bag of peas that had some blood on it.

"I almost killed the other guy." Justin grinned.

"This isn't funny." I replied sternly, "You could get sick. Gangrene or something like that."

"I don't get sick."

I sighed, "Do you have a bathtub?" I asked and traced his neck where I saw another purple mark that went down into his shirt.

"Why, are you horny?" Justin smirked.

"Yes but we need to take care of you first." I started unbuttoning his shirt and his entire chest was covered in bruises along with cuts, "Oh my God."

"Stop worrying. I'm fine." Justin jumped off the counter and I saw the wince as he landed on his feet.

"You are not fine." I pushed him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, "Where's the tub?"

"In the bathroom" He mumbled and began walking on his own into his room.

I sat him on the bed and started to turn away but his hands caught my wrist, bringing me forward into his legs.

"Will just slow down? You're always on the go." Justin chuckled and slipped his hands inside of my shirt, only on the skin of my stomach.

"I'm trying to make sure that you're okay." I bolted my fingers into his hair.

"Well stop worrying about me." He lifted my shirt slightly so that he could place kisses along my stomach and hips.

His wet mouth left a trail of saliva on my skin but it wasn't nasty at all. Everything felt so natural with Justin and I wasn't grossed out when his tongue dived into my belly button.

"How have you been?" He asked as his lips continued to mold themselves on the curves of my waist.

"Okay." I panted and his grip got tighter.

"And how has Little Selena been?"

"Little Selena?"

He answered by running his hand up my jean leg and inching it over my pussy. I couldn't help myself as my hips moved, trying to seek the source of fire.

"My Little Selena." Justin said, almost angrily and ran a finger roughly over the seam of my jeans, in between my legs. My whole body wanted to give up and fall over but I kept my hold on his hair as he continued to kiss my stomach, "Your skin is so sweet."

I didn't know what to say so I gave some kind of noise.

"I bet your so fucking wet." Justin snarled in an animalistic way and pushed harder against my pussy, "So…fucking…wet. I can feel it."

I wasn't embarrassed to admit that I was drenched to the point of Hurricane Katrina levels but what was I going to do about it? There was no way of stopping the Bieber beast from attacking.

His strong yet nimble fingers didn't move anywhere above my waist but he kept a grip on me that would have caused pain if I wasn't so high from his lips and touches.

"We need to stop soon." I said and rolled my hips, totally negating my words.

"Just tell me when, Selena." I felt the button on my jeans snap and that did it.

I pushed away from him drunkenly and stumbled back a few steps, "Bad, Justin." I scolded like a dog, "You can't take advantage of me."

He smirked, "I didn't. I gave you ample time to stop me. It's not my fault you didn't want to."

"I just need you to get tested." I closed my eyes, bringing myself back to reality.

"First thing on Monday." Justin said, "Now come back over here. I wasn't done with Little Selena."

"No." I shook my head, "I have to get you bathed and cleaned up."

I went into the bathroom and turned on the lights, trying to get as far away from his devil touches as possible. I saw the shower that I was already familiar with but on the other side of the cavernous area was a marbled tub that was sunken into the floor and looked more like a Jacuzzi.

I went to his stash of bath supplies and pulled out the ocean spray that I knew he liked before taking off my jacket. I set it on the counter and started messing with the faucets of the tub, trying to get them hot but not burning. I poured some of the body wash into the tub and it frothed up slightly.

"I hope you're undressing." I said over the running water.

"I bet you'd like that." Justin was suddenly behind me.

"Don't push your luck. You still haven't been to the doctor." I replied without moving.

"I'm working on it but that doesn't mean there aren't other things we can do." He whispered into my ear, his breath doing strange things to my body, "Remember…that night in your dorm?"

I remembered the two, fuck awesome orgasms that I was still having trouble getting over. I remembered the way his tongue didn't hesitate to pound into me. I remembered the way his hands took control of my legs and spread them to an almost painful limit.

Sweet Jesus.

That was a good night.

I shuddered and then closed my eyes, "No, you're hurt and you need to rest." I turned around.

Justin was in nothing but navy blue, form fitting, silk boxers and his whole body looked repulsively beaten. It almost brought me to tears to see him so battered but then I got mad, remembering that he did this to himself.

"Don't start." He said before I could even open my mouth.

"I'm just wondering why you would do this to yourself."

He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and a sudden gleam in his eye, "So, you're worried about me?"

"What would you do if I said yes?" I sat on the tub ledge.

"I would say that I don't need you to be worried. I can take care of myself."

"Really? Is this taking care of yourself?" I pointed to his body, "That's a damn fine job you're doing."

"Selena, don't get mad at me. I said I don't need help and yet you insist on taking care of me."

"Is that why you're trying to distract me with sex?" It all clicked in my mind, "You don't want me taking care of you."

"I don't need your help and I don't need you to worry about me." He nodded to himself.

"I have a right to be worried when you call me and say that you're in a fight club. Does that not set of danger bells in your head?"

"You need to learn how to shut those up. I'm not going to stop doing these things because you're here." He said in an almost condescending way.

"What if you got seriously hurt?"

"Then I would deal with it but I'm not so drop it."

"Fine." I went to the counter to retrieve my jacket, making sure to brush a particularly nasty bruise on his side.

I started to stomp down the stairs and almost made it to the door when I was spun around, "Look, Selena, I don't want to fight but you have to understand that I'm not a child." Justin's eyes were hard with determination.

"I realize that and I'm not your mother but when you look like you've been beaten to death, I think it calls for a little attention." I snatched my hand out of his.

Justin pulled at his hair, looking extremely beautiful in his boxers, "I'm not used to this. I do everything on my own."

"Well not anymore. You can't even lift your arms up without hurting. This isn't funny and you need to stop being so stupid."

"Come back upstairs." He demanded.

"No, I'm not going to stay here when you're acting like such a jackass." I started my walk back towards the door.

"Okay." He almost shouted but his face was set in a hard scowl, "I heard you and I'm trying."

"No you're not. You think you can do everything by yourself but you can't."

"I don't need a nanny."

"Stop acting like such a baby. Men need help to."

"Not this man." I heard Justin grumble before he started trudging back upstairs.

With a gratified grin, I followed him because I knew I had won this battle.

I went back into the bathroom and set my jacket down. Justin was leaned against the counter with his arms crossed in front of his marble chest.

"Thank you." He snapped.

"You're welcome." I went to turn off the faucets that had been left running in our small debacle.

We stayed silent as I added more wash to the tub and tested the water.

"I didn't mean to go all macho man on you back there."Justin said lowly.

"I just don't want you to go off and then come back in a coffin one day." I replied truthfully, leaving my spot on the tub and coming to stand in front of him.

"We all die, Selena." He replied morosely like he wasn't afraid of it.

"I know but you can't just shut me out when I'm trying to help you."

He wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me closer to him, "I'm still learning."

"Why are we talking about this?" I shook my head, "You just got home. We should be celebrating."

"I didn't go off to war." Justin kissed my neck again, right below my ear.

"It felt like ages." I tangled my hands in his hair.

"I know how we can celebrate." He mumbled against my skin.

"How's that?"

"You can get in this tub with me?"

I was about to just give up but seeing the marks on him made me want to vomit. I knew Justin wasn't ready to do anything too sexual and I would have killed myself if I was cause of anymore pain.

"Justin, get in the bath." I kissed him and he sighed.

"At least I tried." He took off his boxers easily and folded them on the counter. His stone hard ass and thighs were unabashedly shown off to the world. I had to look away so that I didn't jump him and stared at his folded, silk underwear on the counter for a couple of seconds. That tag said Armani.

I had to control myself as he stepped into the soapy water because my libido was starting to take over.

It would have taken a second, maybe to get in there and have a real coming home celebration but I saw Justin's face contort in pain as he dipped into the hot water. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was take care of him.

He settled into the tub and leaned back against the marble when he was situated, "Shit this feels good."

"I told you." I pushed off of the counter.

"Can you hand me that washcloth under the sink?" He said with his eyes closed.

I got the washcloth and went to go sit back on the edge of the tub.

I dipped it in the water and began lightly washing his chest.

"You don't have to do that." Justin stopped me, trying to take the fabric from my hands.

"I want to. Just relax." I pushed him back against the marble and he went deeper into the water.

"I haven't taken a bath in years." He sighed.

"Especially not with a hot young nurse" I ran water over his muscled, bruised arm.

"Selena, I'm naked under here and it would take nothing for me to pull you in this water with me." He opened an eye, raising his brow.

"Don't you dare" I continued to wash his skin that looked like it had been through hell, "What would be the motivation for fight clubs?"

"Testosterone builds up." He answered, "It's not healthy."

"Well then go for a run."

"Fighting is more fun. At least I'm not as bad as Jasper. His whole left hand is in a sling."

"I bet Alice is freaking out."

"I can hear her now." Justin laughed but then stopped when the pain was too much.

"How does Emmett look?" I asked, washing his face gently.

"Not a scratch on him. He just bulldozes his way to a win. Cheater."

I had to stop talking about this obsession the Bieber men had for fighting because it was making me mad.

Stupid men!

I continued to wash Justin's body. His arms, his chest, his face, but I never dipped below the water unless it was to soak the cloth. The whole time, he stayed silent with his eyes closed. I thought he was sleeping but he would mumble sometimes when I ran over his pecs with warm water.

After about half an hour, I started moving towards his stomach.

I had to roll up my sleeves so that they didn't get wet and traced each muscle of his abdomen with my hand. I felt them contract under my touch and decided to take my exploring further south.

I gently and slowly inched lower, running over the V of his hips and his powerful upper thigh.

"Selena..." He warned.

"Testosterone builds up. It's not healthy." I repeated and found the promise land.

Justin hissed through his teeth as I wrapped my fingers around his already hardened cock.

The soap and water provided for a slick surface as I started slowly moving my hand from base to tip in one fluid motion. I still couldn't believe what a monster cock he had and was tempted to take a picture before sending it in to some medical journal.

The girth and thickness was almost physically impossible but I kept as much of a hold on him as I could.

My fingers danced along the veins of his dick and as I reach the head, I could feel his almost steel member pulse against my palm.

"Shit…" Justin breathed with his eyes still closed.

My ministrations kept at a constant pace, slow and steady, as Justin's breathing came harsher.

"Jesus..." He arched into my hand and I gripped tighter, making sure I had a firm hold.

Just by touching him, I could tell that he had everything pent up inside. He felt so tense and I wanted to help him so I didn't stop moving my hand.

I kept a close eye on his face so that I could determine if I was hurting him or not but his head leaned back and from the guttural sounds he was making, I think pain was the last thing on Justin's mind.

The main thing I learned from this experience was the exceptional control my Justin had. There were some seconds when I thought he was going to lose it but Justin always brought himself back, prolonging his torture.

It took twenty-seven minutes exactly, I counted, before Justin exploded into my hand with a growl that sounded more like a wild animal than a man.

He was panting, his eyes still closed and I relinquished his cock after he calmed down.

I had the disgusting idea to lick my hand clean of his seed and found that I was a little turned on by that.

Stop it, Selena!

"That was the best handjob I've ever had." Justin opened his eyes, which were glowing.

I felt the heat of my blush, "You're not the only one who can dole out painful punishment."

"I like to be punished." The words dripped from his mouth softly, almost innocently.

"Sit up so I can get your back." I said after I took a deep breath to regain my head.

He did as I said and leaned over.

Just like his front, Justin's back was covered in bruises but as I continued to wipe over them, my eyes were drawn to the picture etched over his right shoulder blade.

The tattoo was medium sized and extremely stereotypical in that Italian, macho sort of way. The country of Italy created a large cross with a banner going horizontally, waving across the center. The colors were red, green and white with the phrase La Forza della Tigre, written in beautiful script.

The tattoo wasn't really that big but it covered a large portion of his shoulder.

I ran my fingers over each letter, tracing the cursive with my nail, "How come I've never seen this?"

"We were kind of preoccupied the last time I was naked." He chuckled.

"Yeah" I agreed and swept the washcloth over his tattoo, his skin glistening from the water, "What does it mean?"

"The strength of the tiger. It's from an old Italian fable that says the tiger is the king of the jungle, not the lion."

"Why?"

"Because the tiger has the power and the strength, but also the cunning and intellect. He can outsmart the lion at anything. It takes more than just brute force to be the leader."

I leaned forward and kissed his shoulder lightly and his body shook where my lips made contact.

"This is very sexy." I said, not meaning to.

"Thank you." Justin snickered and then turned his head to capture my lips in his.

This time, sore body be damned.

He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I granted it to him easily while I kept my hands on the edge of the tub. Our tongues ate each other up but not in a sloppy way. It was all very sensual and clean.

I tilted towards him, my body almost touching the water as our kissed grew more frantic with need and enthusiasm. It was hot. That was the only word I could use because I felt like my entire body was on fire.

"We have to stop." Justin turned his head away from me, "I can't do this."

"Can't do what?"

"Selena, I'm sitting here naked after you just jacked me off and I'm already hard again. I want to pull you in here, spread your legs over my dick and ram you down so hard that I pierce your spleen." Justin said quickly, frighteningly, passionately.

I pulled back when I couldn't breathe any longer and just stared at Justin's face, moving some hair out of his eyes.

"I can't control the animal in me when you're like this." He panted.

"But I'm not doing anything." I shrugged, "I'm not trying to be sexy."

"And that's just it." He leaned back, "You don't even know how gorgeous you are."

"Sorry?"

"Don't even start with the apologies." He grinned at me, closed his eyes and let out a deep breath of calm, "I think I need to get out now." Justin said.

"Are you all pruny?" I laughed.

"Yes and if you're still sitting here when I open my eyes, I'll fuck you so hard you won't remember your name."

"Wow." I whispered, taken aback by his strong words that made me want to want to scream at my overly critical subconscious. Why couldn't I be a slut and just have sex with him again?

No! Be better, Selena.

I convinced Justin to stay in the water for another half an hour but he got really sleepy so I helped him dry off before going into his drawers for underwear. Everything was so neat that I didn't want to accidentally mess something up, so I just grabbed what was on top and he slid the navy blue, silk boxers over his legs.

I quickly went downstairs for Justin's medicine because he was going to take it…whether he knew it or not.

"Just put them in your mouth and then drink the water." I demanded.

He was under the covers and I sat on the edge of the bed.

"No, Selena. I don't need that stuff." He pushed my hand away.

"Justin, after you take these two measly pills, then you can go to bed. You're acting like a child."

"I am not." He defended.

I was through arguing with him after ten minutes so I set them on the nightstand and got off the bed, grabbing my jacket on the way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Justin sat up in bed, wincing from the quick movements.

"I'm going back home. It's past midnight."

"I...I thought you wanted to stay here." He said shyly.

"Are you offering?" I stood near the door.

"Yes." He whispered, "For the first time in my life…I want a woman to stay." He said in one breath.

"Take your pills and I'll stay." I didn't move even though I wanted to jump into his bed.

Justin grumbled obscenities as he reached for the pills and shoved them in his mouth, swallowing the whole glass of water in one gulp, "There, happy!" He laid back down.

"Extremely. I don't have anything to wear so..."

"Bra and panties is fine." He chuckled.

I praised the underwear Gods that I had put on a non-embarrassing pair after my shower this morning.

After I was in nothing more than my skivvies, I crawled into bed and Justin pulled me closer to his body.

"This is the second time you've slept in here." He said into my hair.

"I promise not to leave this time." I replied with a hint of shame.

We were knocked out before the hour was up.

I stayed at Justin's house for the rest of the week and even the weekend, four days in total.

A bad storm had descended on Chicago, causing rain and even hail to come down so everyone was stuck. I could have gone home if I wanted to but Justin didn't say anything the next night when it was time for bed or the next night or the next night.

It was strange to be sleeping with him without sleeping with him. Aside from heavy petting in the shower, nothing was sexual about our stay together. He didn't even try to push the subject and I was very impressed.

We stayed in bed all day, ordered food at night, watched movies and I finally heard Justin play the piano.

I think he was nervous or even bashful to let his skill come out but I could have sworn that he was a concert pianist because his fingers flew across the keys without one mistake. I made him sit at the piano the whole day on Thursday so that I could hear him play and he even tried to teach me but I didn't get past a few notes.

The whole time we were holed up in his apartment, he ignored his phone and actually scowled when he saw his father's name on the screen. I suspected that it had something to do with me but I wasn't going to bring that up.

Justin and I talked. That's basically all we did for four days. His old, hard self was turned into a teenager as we learned about each other. We were relaxed, unrushed, and best of all, alone.

I fell more in love with him over my stay.

Justin asked me questions about my family and seemed fascinated with Charlie. I told him about my dad and what he did. All the while, I was trying to search Justin's face for any sign that police scared him or something of that nature but there was nothing. Either he was a good actor or my train of thinking was completely off.

Justin got me some gifts from Russia, which I found very sweet although he kept me away from the Smirnoff.

"It's called a Matryoshka doll." Justin explained as he gently laid a figure in my hand.

It was Friday, our second day in captivity. We were tangled in his sheets, him nursing a bottle of vodka and me with my grape soda.

"This is so beautiful." I gently rolled the doll around in my hands. It was small and plump with porcelain skin.

"You have to be careful when you pull them apart because they might beak but there are four in there." He pulled the top off of the first one and another head popped up.

I couldn't help but laugh, "I didn't think these things really existed."

He looked at me through long eyelashes that I was almost jealous of, "Does it remind you of anyone?"

The doll had flowing, wavy brown hair and big, chocolate, doe eyes. I saw the resemblance immediately.

"It's me!" I shouted.

He laughed, "I had them hand paint it from a picture I had in my wallet. I hope that doesn't freak you out."

"No, it's incredible." I lifted myself up to give him a kiss of thanks.

The whole time we were locked away, I slept in one of his undershirts and a pair of silk boxers when night came although we would sometimes talk to each other well into the morning hours. I wanted to know everything about Justin but he was very enigmatic. I got a few things out of him but we mostly talked about me and my family.

I thanked him for my night at the casino and we talked a lot about his work over there but I decided to keep the police meeting thing to myself. I didn't think he would be too happy that some officer had come to talk to me.

I remembered Esme saying something about a dinner on Saturday with the family but Justin explained that it wasn't mandatory like Sunday dinner was so we stayed in that night also.

On Sunday, I was woken up early and dressed nicely in clothes that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Sunday was of course church and I finally got to see everyone after what felt like years.

As I sat in the pew next to Justin, I couldn't help but look behind me at the young boy who had black hair and bright, almost shimmering blue eyes. He was taller than me but hidden and very shy. He was introduced as Alec and had a slight accent that I couldn't place while speaking perfect English at the same time.

Justin explained to me that Carlisle "found" Alec and no questions were asked as to why he was here. I don't know how they got him into the country or if everything was legal but the alarm bells were going off again.

Alec was strange in that he didn't really talk to anyone who wasn't Carlile or Esme, almost as if he was afraid. He was skinny to the point of sickly but he smiled a lot so I figured he would be okay. Justin told me that his parents had adopted Jasper. I guessed that was the same route they were going to take with Alec.

After church, we made a trip to Esme's father's grave. I didn't know if I should be there because it seemed really personal but she insisted that I come to help change the flowers.

That was the first time I had seen Carlisle in about two weeks and he was still the same cold, if not more so, distant man I had remembered. He didn't talk to me but nodded his head in greeting in church. Even Jasper and Emmett were slightly isolated and I didn't know why but I just brushed it off. I was done trying to impress them. I had Esme and Justin on my side so everyone else could go to hell.

After dinner that night at the Cullens', Justin drove me back to my dorm. I left the Saleen after a half an hour kiss that messed up both our clothes and hair. I stumbled up to my room and basically passed out.

All too soon, Monday came and it was time for another week to begin.

I got up, showered and was ready to go in half an hour before going downstairs to eat. Alice was sleeping in this morning so she didn't join me for breakfast but said she would for lunch.

I walked lazily to my math class, not wanting to really go but I convinced myself to just so that I could get the score back on my test.

I sat in my normal seat without really paying attention and class began.

Fifteen minutes in, I was bored and texting Justin. We didn't really talk about much but he told me he had to go when class was about halfway through.

I stuffed my phone back in my bag and sighed.

"Is this seat taken?" A deep voice said from next to me.

"Uh...no" I moved my stuff so that he could sit down.

I looked at him and he reminded me of someone but I couldn't remember who. He had dark brown, almost black hair that was spiky and a caramel colored skin and I could feel the warmth coming off of him. He looked older than me but not by much.

"Do you have a pencil?" He leaned over to me while unpacking his stuff.

"Sure." I gave him one from my backpack.

"Thanks." He flashed a smile and he looked almost exactly like that guy in the casino.

What was his name...?

Jacob. That was who he looked like but very different at the same time.

We sat in silence for the majority of class, not listening.

"Is this professor always this boring?" The new guy asked me quietly.

"For the most part. His monotone puts me to sleep every time." I replied dryly.

"I can't suffer through the rest of the semester like this." He chuckled.

"Are you a transfer?"

"Yeah, I just moved here from the University of Washington."

"I'm from Washington." I said, maybe a little too loudly but he was the first person I had met from my home state.

"Really, where?" He smiled happily.

"Forks. You've probably never heard of it because it's small..."

"No, I have. It's right near Port Angeles and La Push?"

"Yeah. Wow, small world." I sat back in my seat.

"My parents used to take us to La Push all the time when my brothers and I were little."

"But you're not from there?"

"No, we're from Seattle." He nodded, "This is so cool. What are the chances that the person I sit next to on my first day of class would be from my state?"

"Selena Swan." I held out my hand for him.

"Seth Wolf." He shook.

We went back to listening to the professor but as usual, I wasn't really paying attention.

A bullet flew past my ear and almost took a big chunk of hair with it near my temple.

I spun around and glared at the three bodies behind me.

"Goddamn it, Emmett!" I checked to make sure no hair was missing, "You did that on purpose."

"It was the kid." Emmett pointed at Alec whose hands were shaking around a Taurus Millennium series PT145 pistol.

"I…I…" He stuttered and looked at me with pitiful eyes.

Emmett and Jasper stalked off in the forest, trying to shoot other targets, leaving Alec and I alone.

Alec dropped the gun on the forest floor and just stood there, "I'm sorry." He said quietly.

I sighed and went to pick up the pistol, "Hey, don't say that unless you have to. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I almost killed you."

"It takes more than a little bullet to stop me." I gave him a warm smile that I didn't even know I had in me.

We had been back from Russia for a week and things were just starting to get back to normal….or as normal as it ever had been.

I got the best welcome home present I could have imagined by just spending four days alone with Selena in my penthouse.

I never thought that I would enjoy time with a woman without fucking her but Selena always surprised me. From the second she walked in the door, I was drawn to her and I think I took my first real breath since I had left for Moscow.

That was weird.

I hated that I was thinking and saying all this cheesy romantic shit but I couldn't help it with her. As strange as it sounds, she made me feel okay with myself and regular words didn't describe how I felt about our time together. It was celestial and we could have been the only two people on this earth. I wouldn't have even known if a war had erupted right outside of my door. If it didn't involve Selena, I didn't care.

I still had work to do and I made sure to keep myself focused so that my father didn't jump down my throat more than he already was but really, I didn't give a fuck. I wasn't going to separate myself from Selena just because we had all the odds working against us. I was stronger than that and I have always liked a challenge so this wasn't going to beat me.

That being said, I was kind of scared shitless.

Selena's father was a cop, that I knew but I kept my cool while in Selena's presence. I didn't know what the hell to do with myself because I wanted her but our situation was providing issues. I kept up a cool façade so that Selena didn't get suspicious because it would only set off alarms in her head if I asked a thousand questions about her father.

From what I got, she hadn't talked with him about me. I heaved a huge sigh of relief when she told me that she didn't plan to tell Charlie anything about us for awhile but I also had a sneaking suspicion that Selena knew more than she was letting on.

It was like she wanted to ask questions and sometimes would but she never asked what was truly on her mind. I could tell. To be honest, I didn't know what I was going to do if Selena slipped up and accidently said something even related to the word 'Bieber'.

Her father would know for sure the type of trash she was hanging out with. I couldn't take that chance so I kept my cool and started acting more "ordinary" around Selena. Everyone was because I refused to stop seeing her and even though I was putting my family in danger, I couldn't just drop Selena. I wouldn't.

My mother was the only supportive one although my brothers thought I was completely badass for dating a cop's daughter. They would be slightly distant towards her because they were afraid of saying something that would give us away but they were really taken with Selena.

Carlisle was of course the same jackass he had always been. His demeanor towards me hadn't changed. We talked more often now because we had business to deal with but if it didn't have anything to do with work; I barely said one word to him. I was over trying to convince my father that I was a grown man.

In my quest to have both an regular as well as an atrocious life, I made sure to never change myself and I think Selena was okay with that. She said that she didn't want me to change, for which I was thankful because I was trying my hardest but it would take time.

I could already tell that I wasn't as callous as before and that slightly worried me. In my line of work, I was looked at as a cold man and that was good but with Selena, I didn't feel the need to put up a front. I could be Justin Bieber, the twenty-five year old real estate agent. Most of that was a lie but I still didn't have to be a monster towards Selena. I was getting better at walking the line between my two characters.

Carlisle was still trying to convince me that I was in a bad situation, which I knew but I could make my own decisions. If I wanted to be with Selena then I would be.

As of now, the people in my family had tried to get off my case about her because I wasn't really listening anymore so the focus shifted to the newest member of the clan.

Alec fought us tooth and nail to leave Russia.

The day Carlisle brought him back, he was probably the most emaciated human specimen I had ever seen. Of course, my parents thought it was their job to care for him but he was reluctant. Alec actually ran off that first night and Esme sent us out to find him when he didn't come back the next morning.

Emmett found Alec trying to whore himself out for money to some rich business man on a side street. We had to drag him back to the house and the whole time, he was screaming that he had to work for Albert, he had to bring money back to Albert, had to do things for Albert. I don't think he realized that his former master was never coming back. It was sickening and disgusting but I suddenly saw why my parents did what they did and somewhat understood why they wanted to help Alec.

He was broken beyond belief and it hurt to see someone so deflated. Alec literally hated life for what it had thrown at him. He was beaten, bruised and his mental health was worse than his physical. He would shake whenever we touched him and on the last night of our stay in Moscow, I came into the kitchen for a glass of water and heard him scrubbing the toilet in the downstairs bathroom like it was expected of him.

Over the past couple of days or so, he had improved considerably.

Alec actually warmed up to Carlisle and Esme once he knew that they weren't going to hurt him. Getting him on the plane was a different story and we had to pump him full of tranquilizers because he was screeching to stay. He had no family, no money, no life and my parents weren't going to let him suffer anymore. They took it upon themselves to care for the boy. No one had any objections.

Alec didn't know what to do with himself when we brought him home. Mrs. Cope and Jerry had set up a room for him next to my old one. Esme said that he was adjusting but it was taking time. The biggest thing right now was getting him to eat.

Alec looked healthier but still had a long way to go. He was bathed, his hair was clean, was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, looking like a normal fourteen year old.

We were currently in the forest near the house, trying to do a little shooting practice.

"You don't have to be scared of us." I said in almost a fatherly way that scared me, "First rule of shooting, don't drop a gun that's just been fired." I handed it back to him.

"I don't want it." Alec shook his head and tried to push it back towards me.

"Take the gun." I replied and put the pistol in his hands, wrapping his fingers around the handle, "You see that mark on the tree?" I pointed in the distance.

"Yes." He answered.

I stood behind him and lifted his arm, "Steady the gun and don't take your eyes off of that mark. Take a deep breath…" We both did, "…hold it in and shoot." I pressed his finger down and the bullet ripped through the bark of the tree.

Alec trembled from the kickback and dropped his arm but not the pistol, "Don't drop the gun." I heard him mutter to himself.

"You'll get it." I sighed, "You've never shot before?"

He shook his head, "I just get shot at."

That broke what little of a heart I had and I really did feel for the kid.

"Can you teach me how to be better?" Alec asked shyly.

I handed him my Eagle, which he almost crumbled under the weight of, "When you can hold that up straight, come and find me."

I never let anyone touch my Eagle but I didn't feel strange at all letting Alec hold it and that surprised me. Good thing I had two more at home but still. It was the principal of the matter.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked on the path back towards the house. I chanced a glance back and saw Alec trying to lift the gun but I knew it would take him a very long time to have the muscle mass to hold that thing up. Even my arm got sore after awhile.

I kicked a rock on the ground as I made my way back to the house. I checked my watch and groaned when I realized that I still had two hours before I could go get Selena.

I was almost at the house when I smelled my father's signature cologne as it caught the wind. I lifted my head and saw him standing there.

I changed my position when I noticed that we were standing identically.

"How's Alec doing?" He asked in his regular father voice.

"He's trying to hold up an Eagle. I told him to find me when he did."

Carlisle breathed a laugh, "It took you a year and then you came to me, so excited that you could do it."

"Only because Emmett took me to the gym for six months" I remembered.

"You were a natural though." He nodded, "You put three bullets through Mercucio when you were thirteen. I was highly impressed. Your first kill, you remember that?"

"Barely, there have been so many since then."

We stood silently but not awkwardly for a couple of minutes.

"Come take a walk with me." He suggested and started walking down another path that led towards the lake.

I followed and the fall leaves crunched under our shoes.

"Your mother and I are going to adopt Alec." Carlisle said as we went down the lane.

"I figured. Did you try to find his family?"

"No, he doesn't remember anything since he was taken so young and he doesn't have a last name so there's no way to know anything. He doesn't even know where he's from."

"Quite a different story from Jasper"

"I saw the same broken boys when I looked at the both of them. There are some times when I can't help myself. Alec pulled me in…just like Jasper did. I love him like a son already."

"You have a heart when you want one."

He breathed through his nose, "I know and that's why I'm here to apologize."

"Really?" I stopped walking. I had never heard my father apologize to anyone, especially me.

"Yes, my behavior towards Selena was completely unacceptable and I'm…sorry."

"I don't think I heard you." I joked.

"I'm sorry, Justin." He said slowly, "Against my better judgment, I'm going to back off from you and Selena."

"What made you change your mind?"

"Your mother" He answered simply, "I might be a mob boss but she is the family boss and she allows me to see things from a different perspective."

"Well thank you."

"She reminded me that sometimes…the road to love isn't always easy. I can still remember fighting for Esme and I don't want you to go through the same thing."

"Why don't you like Selena? She's the sweetest girl I've ever met and you just treat her like trash." I noticed that I didn't cringe at the word 'sweetest'.

"She's the first girl you've ever brought home and the first girl I've seen you with continuously for more than a week. I don't hate her, I like her but I have to be able to trust her."

"She's not a threat."

"Her father is a cop. That's a threat and you need to make damn sure that you're in this for the long haul because things will get messy. I know you and Selena just started whatever this is you have going on but if it does get serious, I want you to weigh the options."

Little did he know, things with Selena and I were already serious.

"That's just it, I have." I ran a hand through my hair, "She's worth it and I don't know how to explain it. Selena is just good." I said minimally.

"I know and it's called love Justin." My father grinned at me, "You're maturing and I see the same thing in you that I saw in myself at your age."

"I'm not in love with her."

"How do you know? You're too young to realize it."

Did I love Selena?

I felt for her but what was love anyway? That was an emotion I had never felt except for my family so I didn't know what it was supposed to be. The more I thought about it, the sadder my life became in my eyes.

I had never been in love. Not first love, not heartbreaking love, nothing. I was pathetic.

"In any case, I'm going to try to stop being such a jackass." Carlisle said finally, "Selena deserves a chance."

"You'll like her. She's feisty like you." I chuckled.

"I just don't want you to get hurt if this doesn't end up how you want it to. Her father is a cop, he's probably raised her to follow the law and we're the farthest thing from angels in this world."

"Should I tell her?"

"Absolutely not. I'll give Selena a chance but I'm not risking that she will destroy everything I've worked for. She doesn't need to know anything." Carlisle said sternly.

"I know." I hung my head, ashamed that I would even consider bringing Selena into this world.

I wanted to tell her but I couldn't. This could provide a serious problem in the end but I was going to have to take that chance. Plus, Selena was innocent and she was too good to be hanging around with trash like me or my family. She needed to get as far away from me as possible but I didn't know how to make her leave.

"Just be careful, Justin."

I nodded and kept walking, "So, how are you going to pull off an adoption out of thin air?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

Carlisle laughed, "I have Jenks working on it. Everything should be ready to go by tomorrow. Your mother is already threatening to knit Alec a sweater."

"Have you talked to him about this? Does he know what it means to have our last name?"

"I'll explain things tonight and he can make a decision for himself. If he chooses to run then I'll be okay with that but at least I know that I tried."

"You're a very gracious man."

"I try but Alec is a very broken boy. He's going to need brothers when I'm away on business or…in the end, when I'm not around anymore."

I knew it was always a possibility that my father would die by the hands of one of his adversaries but I never took it seriously. In my mind, Carlisle was going to live to a ripe old age of one hundred and sixty or some outrageous number like that. My father was just that kind of man who you could never see dying young.

"He's a good kid." I shrugged, "I don't have a problem with him."

"How does it feel to not be the youngest anymore?"

"I've never felt like the youngest." I thought back in all my years and found that everyone had always treated me as if I were older.

"True." My father agreed.

Carlisle and I made a loop around the house, arriving at the back door half an hour later. By the time I checked my watch again, it was time to go pick up Selena. I didn't have any plans for tonight but whatever she wanted to do, I was fine with.

I decided to drive the BMW today because I had a sneaking suspicion that the Saleen was being tailed and I knew it was too conspicuous. I had only seen one other on the roads of Chicago and it belonged to some rich banker who had loans up to his neck. I had only seen it once but my Saleen was better looking anyway.

The BMW drove smoothly towards Chicago and I kept an eye out of the rearview mirror, trying to find that tail I could sense.

Just as I hit the city limits, a dirty white car came into view and I could see the fucking goonies as they tried to maneuver around slower cars to up with me.

"Amateurs" I shook my head and just sped up, leaving the tail behind.

I made it to Selena's dorm in record time and she was sitting on "our" bench reading a book.

I spotted the muscular man across the street whose name was Roger, I think, I couldn't be sure but he was one of my father's bodyguards who I had hired to watch Selena. He was to stay silent and never approach her because I knew she would kill me if she found out I had someone watching her but I was getting very antsy.

It was more of a restless feeling that came from paranoia. People of the underground were going to start putting two and two together shortly. I was always around Selena and it was obvious that I cared about her so what would happen if Aro got a hold of that information? It wouldn't be pretty. I needed to know that Selena was safe.

She lifted up her head when she heard the car and a smile broke out on her beautiful face. I couldn't help but smile as well as Selena bounced over.

"Hello, show off." Selena hopped in the car, "Nice set of wheels."

"I had to bring the best." I drove off easily but slowly because of all the traffic.

"I don't get a kiss?" She leaned over.

"People are watching." I mumbled as I saw the kids trying to admire the car.

"So…are you ashamed of me?" Selena teased.

I sucked up my pride and pecked her lightly on the lips.

"Awwww, I think you're blushing." She sat back in her seat.

"Selena, stop it. I just think you're doing this to embarrass me."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." She giggled, "Where are we going?"

"Back home."

"Home?"

"My home." I corrected myself and didn't even realize I had slipped up like that, "Do you have anything you want to do?"

"Can we order from that Indian place again?"

"I've got a better idea." I said, pulling out my phone and dialing Jasper. Our conversation took all of five seconds.

"What was that all about?" Selena asked when I was done.

"Jasper has this restaurant that makes the best Indian food in the city. He and Alice are coming over later."

I drove into the underground garage of my building and didn't even bother slowing down as I whipped the car into a space of the parking lot that was blocked off for just Emmett, Jasper and I.

"Do you have any homework tonight?" I asked Selena like I was her father and got out of the car.

"No, just a test tomorrow but it's going to be easy." She took my hand as we walked towards the elevators.

I was proud of myself for not pulling back like I used to. Now, things like pecks, touching, hand holding, spending nights together; it was all normal. I had also noticed that my OCD was faltering around Selena.

It was never truly gone and I knew it never would be but the whole time Selena stayed over my house last week, I barely cringed at her touching things but I think she knew something was wrong with me so she tried to keep her hands to herself. I truly didn't mind though. Selena just seemed less…dirty than everyone else.

That night, Alice and Jasper along with Rose and Emmett came over to pig out on spicy Indian food that none of us had any business eating.

It was strange to sit around with my brothers in such a relaxed setting; I don't think I've ever just had dinner with them now that I think about it. We actually laughed together and I think it was all thanks to Selena. I don't know how to explain it but she just got people talking and I was able to loosen my tie for the first time in a long time.

Emmett, Jasper, Rose and Alice left around ten and I was hoping that Selena would stay the night but I didn't really know how to ask her.

"I think you had a good time." Selena laughed as she pointed to the four beer bottles that were mine on the coffee table.

"I know, I don't even remember when I just talked to my brothers." I sighed and threw some trash in the bag I was carrying as we cleaned up.

"That was really good food." She said.

"Jasper has so many restaurants and they all have something different. I'll take you to a couple of the good ones."

Selena and I continued to clean in tandem, not really speaking but it wasn't awkward. When we were done, I just sat on the sofa and Selena came next to me.

I didn't feel weird putting my arm around her and I could even notice the change in myself. I wasn't actually repulsed by the new me either.

"So, what else do you have planned for the night?" I asked, trying to be as casual as possible.

"Nothing, just a test tomorrow and no weekend plans after that." She shrugged, playing with the hem of my shirt that was un-tucked from my pants, "What about you, anything special?"

"No, I might have to work on Saturday but besides that, I'm free."

"Work" Selena nodded to herself, "What is it exactly you do again?"

"Sell houses." I replied easily.

She sighed heavily, "I know this might sound strange and it might not be my place but…I don't believe you."

Good!

"Why not?"

"Because, things just seem…not right about this whole situation. I don't mean to be rude but you and your brothers aren't the type of people I see running restaurants or being real estate agents." She looked at me with slightly inquisitive eyes.

"I…can't say." I hung my head, trying to give her something but I just couldn't, "Don't be mad at me but there are certain things that I have to keep private about my family."

"I understand but you're not in danger, are you?"

"I know how to defend myself." I answered.

It almost looked like Selena was about to cry. I had never had someone to care for me before, outside of family and I was actually starting to think that Selena loved me or something like that.

The question still remained though. Did I love her?

"I want to show you something." I tried to deflect our conversation and got up from the couch, holding my hand out for her.

Selena took it hesitantly without saying a word.

"I'm not going to bite." I had to laugh at her shyness and kissed the side of her head that was covered in the sweet smelling hair that I loved so much.

"Where are we going?" She asked as I pulled her up the stairs.

"I want to show you something." I repeated.

Selena just kept walking with me, down the halls of my penthouse. I had never really paid any attention to it before but this place was fucking huge. Even I almost got lost in here on occasion and I had to pull out information in the corners of my mind to remember how to get around.

I finally arrived at the door I wanted and pushed it open slowly, turning the lights on when we both were inside.

"Wow." Selena said in awe as she dropped my hand, "All of these are yours?"

"Yeah" I put my hands in my pockets, just watching her roam.

We were in my library, which I never really sat in unless I had work to do but kept the place to house all the books I owned. I'm usually an avid reader but lately, I had been slacking. Ever since I was little, I had loved to get lost in the world of authors' minds. I of course had my favorites but I would probably read anything before I made a judgment on one genre or another.

The room was very minimal while still being overwhelming.

The oak parquet floors were covered in an expensive Oriental rug that had hypnotic patterns of red and gold. There were two large chairs in each corner and a cherry wood desk near the back with another chair behind it. But the main thing that attracted the eye was the floor to ceiling bookshelves that wrapped themselves around the room. They were all filled with books and ladders were attached so you could ride around just like in the old movies.

I knew I had exactly 6,714 books on these shelves and I had read every one of them over my lifetime, most twice. They were all alphabetized and then color coordinated in that certain letter. Along with that, I had a system on my computer that had a catalog of each and every book I owned. The novels that were in different languages were categorized like a map would be.

"I can't believe this. You must have more books than the library at school." Selena walked towards the closest shelf and skimmed her fingers over the spines of a couple books.

I didn't feel any discomfort come over me as I watched her small digits run over my collections. I was actually turned on.

"Do you want to go up?" I asked her since Selena only reached the shelf that was eye level to her.

"May I?" She turned around and got a look of pure joy on her face. I wanted to see that look every day.

I chuckled, "Of course."

I retrieved a ladder and pulled it towards us on wheels, stopping it in front of the section Selena was in.

"You have to hold me so I don't fall." She said as she stepped onto the first railing.

"I've got you." I steadied her as she went up.

"This is really incredible." Selena went higher, giving me a great view of her ass and my dick twitched in my pants.

"I have everything you could ever want to read up there."

"I see." She climbed higher, "Classics, contemporary, horror, fiction, romance. I think my literature professor would jizz his pants if he came in here."

"I'm about to jizz mine in a minute." I ran my hand that wasn't holding the ladder, through my hair.

"What was that?" Selena called down to me.

"Nothing, just keep looking."

"Can I read one of them?"

"Of course. What's your favorite?"

"I can't choose. That's like picking your favorite child or ice cream."

"Did you just compare children to ice cream?"

"Ice cream is my children, Justin. It's my vice so don't make fun of me." Selena was on about the twelfth step, very high up. .

"Have you found anything yet?"

"Just be sure to catch them as they fall." She dropped The Grapes of Wrath towards the floor and I easily caught it in my hand, "Can I get another one?"

"As many as you want."

"Okay, push me over there." Selena pointed to her left, "Slowly, Justin. I don't want to break my ass."

"I would catch you." I gradually inched the ladder in the direction she wanted to go.

"I'm never leaving this room."

"Don't you have a test tomorrow?"

"I'm staying here tonight so I guess you'll have to drive me back." She said almost as if it was a question and I was going to say no.

"That's fine with me." That was more than fine with me but I didn't want to seem too enthusiastic.

Selena spent a full hour on top of her golden ladder and my legs were getting quite the workout from pushing her around the whole room but I didn't mind at all. By the time she climbed back down, I had Anna Karenina, 1984, and Little Women added to my hands.

I set them on my desk before going to help Selena down.

"I don't know which one I should start first." Selena stood at the desk, thumbing open the pages of a book.

I suddenly got very aroused and I didn't know if she felt it but the tension in the air was creating a thick heat that was nearly oppressive.

I couldn't help myself as I stood behind her, our bodies flushed together and read over her shoulder.

"You could always take them and bring them back later. I wouldn't mind." I rested my hands on her waist, wanting to progress this further.

Images of Selena bent over my desk were making me very hot and I wasn't going to settle for a handjob this time.

"Really? I would love that." She replied and I could tell that she wasn't reading anymore.

"What's your favorite?" I ask, running my nose along her creamy neck.

"Uh…I told you I can't pick."

"You're going to have to do better than that." I squeezed her hips, pressing myself further into her body.

Selena's breathing increased, her skin feeling delicious under my nose so I kissed her neck, my favorite place of her body that wasn't currently covered up in clothing.

"I…I guess The Grapes of Wrath."

"I hate Steinbeck." I whispered, nearly grabbing her hips painfully but if she didn't say anything then I wasn't letting go.

"I think he revolutionized literature in the early 20th century." Selena leaned into me, her ass molding into my cock and her breathing coming harder through her throat.

"Revolutionary would be Tennessee Williams or Ernest Hemingway." My fingers dance under her shirt, just enough to feel the skin of her stomach and ribs but not traveling further. Not yet.

"They were all trying to imitate previous writers. I can never take either one of them seriously."

"You're wrong on so many levels. How can you think that Hemingway wasn't important?"

"Because he killed himself. I just don't take the tortured artist thing to heart. None of his stuff was really liked when he was alive but as soon as he died, it suddenly turned golden." She breathed softly.

Only two nerds like us would be having a round of foreplay while discussing classic literature. I never thought books would be so hot. I would have to write a letter to Penthouse or something on this one.

"I don't think Williams was imitating anyone. His stuff is too strange." I said and actually licked the skin of Selena's neck, right below her left ear. She tasted like sweet fruit, I didn't know which but I would eat anything she was willing to give me.

"Justin…we can't do this." Selena panted and I saw that her hands were pale, holding the side of the desk tightly.

"I have a surprise for you." I purposefully leaned over, dangerously close so that we bent at the same time and opened up the top drawer of my desk. I pulled out the envelope and stood back up, bringing Selena with me before I set it in front of her.

"What's this?" She asked while I played with her ear lobe in between my lips.

"Your surprise" I answered.

With shaking hands, Selena ripped the envelope open and read it silently. I couldn't help but keep Selena bent slightly so that her ass was pressed into my crotch. I could actually feel her crack on the ridge of my dick and I was tempted to shift us so that I received some friction.

"You got tested…" Selena let her sentence trail off.

"Clean as a whistle." I muttered against the skin of her shoulder as I pulled her shirt to the side, "It took so long because I had to wait for the AIDS test but it was all negative."

I think I heard a 'finally' fall from Selena's lips but I could have been wrong. She was alluring me in ways that I never thought possible and if I didn't have her soon, I might jump off of the building.

"Just let me do everything." I inched my hands under her shirt again from behind but this time, went higher until I was her wonderful, round, smooth, soft breasts, palming both of them in my hands.

Selena shook and backed into me further, "You could have warned me." She whispered.

"That would take all the fun out of it." I said with a smirk and lifted the shirt completely off of her body, exposing her lacy, baby blue bra.

I turned Selena around slowly and my eyes went from her brown ones to the balloons on her chest.

"Do you always wear this?" I asked, skimming the outline of her bra.

"No, I've been in lacy things all week, just waiting for you to tell me you got tested." Selena bit her bottom lip and it drove me insane.

I slowly moved my hand from her chest, up her neck and rested my hand against her cheek. I released her lip from its prison.

"You'll make yourself bleed." I said in a daze. I lifted Selena onto the desk and she barely weighed anything, "You've been wearing things like this all week?" I kissed the strap of her bra.

"Yeah, I wanted to look nice." She replied shyly.

"You always look nice." My kisses went into the center of her chest and I felt her fingers in my hair.

I leaned Selena back so that she was against the hard, cool wood of the desk with me in between her legs. I had to close my eyes as I trailed my lips across her skin, in-between her breasts and along her ribs.

Selena was panting like a beast as my tongue drew on the amazing curves of her chest. My lips glided towards the front of her bra, unclasping the hook that kept her tits secure.

"I like the front clasp." I muttered as the cups fell to the side, letting her breasts spill out.

"Shit…" Selena moaned as I took her left nipple into my warm mouth and she arched at an impossible angle, grabbing my hair harder.

My tongue, my lips, my saliva was all over her pert nipple and I was painfully hard in my pants. My dick- was screaming to be freed but I once heard that the sign of an adult it delayed gratification. I must be elderly by now.

After her left breast got the perfect amount of attention, I moved on to the right, devouring it with just as much passion.

"More…" She breathed and I grinned my way down her stomach, sliding her off the desk as I reached the waistband of her jeans with my tongue. My face was literally between her thighs as I knelt on the floor.

"I don't think I can get this undone with my tongue." I played with the button of her pants.

"Use…your fingers." Selena growled, "Piano fingers."

"What was that?"

She didn't answer me but bucked her hips towards me.

My fingers easily undid the clasp before sliding her jeans off. They fell in a heap on the floor. My hands ran back up each of Selena's legs, feeling the smooth, slick surfaces of her ankles, calves, shins, thighs.

Her panties were the same lacy, baby blue fabric as her bra and even through the material; I could see Selena's perfectly pink pussy. It was obvious that she landscaped down there but wasn't bare.

I licked my way up her right thigh and reached her sex in seconds, gliding my nose along her slit when I was in the position.

"Oh my…God…" Selena bucked again.

I covered her lace covered pussy with my mouth and began sucking lightly, spreading her legs apart almost all the way on opposite sides of the desk. All the while, I was unbuttoning my shirt and had it off my body in little to no time.

"So amazingly sweet" I muttered as my tongue roughly ate her out.

"More…" She commanded above me, "I need more, Justin."

I was happy to oblige her and gently moved my newly favorite pair of panties away from her pussy, revealing it to me.

"Take them off." Selena almost snarled.

"Patience, Sweetheart" I said but did as she said and hooked my fingers into the sides of her underwear, sliding them down her legs like I had done her jeans minutes before. I stowed the panties in my back pocket for safe keeping.

There Selena lay, on my cherry wood desk, completely naked.

"Fuck me…" I moaned as I looked at her.

I couldn't help myself as I dove head first in between her legs, my mouth greedily licked and sucking anything I could find. I was like an animal on the hunt and I wasn't ashamed to completely ravish the hell out of Selena's tantalizing poon.

She seized my hair forcefully, pulling at the roots as I continued to consume what she had for me. Selena's groans and sounds were only spurring me on further as I slipped two fingers in between her lips, stretching her, preparing her.

Selena muttered something incoherent above me as my fingers nimbly pumped in and out, in and out. I masterfully curled them to hit that spot and Selena's cries erupted through the room, bouncing off of the classic literature that lined the walls.

I bet William Shakespeare, Virgil, Mark Twain, Edith Wharton, Jacob London and others were turning over in their graves.

Fuck you!

I screamed at them in my head.

"Justin…" Selena began to shake above me with such force that I thought I was performing an exorcism. The devil was being finger fucked out of her and I wasn't going to stop until he was gone.

I added another finger and her walls were so tight around me that I couldn't even keep them side by side. I had to fold them over each other so that they would fit in between her legs. It was so difficult for me to concentrate with her scent on my lips, on my fingers, on my tongue.

Selena convulsed in a rattle and we both moaned in pleasure as she erupted into my mouth. I lapped up every single drop that I could and tasted the sweet nectar of the Gods. It was almost too much for me to handle.

I didn't stop moving my fingers as she rode out her orgasm and screamed my name like I was a rock star. Little did she know, we were far from over.

I retracted my soaking wet fingers and trailed them over the skin of her stomach as I slid back up from my knees to hover over her body.

"Do you want to taste?" I asked Selena as I kissed my way up to her lips.

She nodded silently.

I pulled back and looked into her eyes for any sign of uncertainty but couldn't find any so my fingers inched their way into her rosy lips. Selena sucked on all three of my fingers, swirling her tongue over them as my shaking hands tried to still themselves. I couldn't stop imagining her mouth doing the same thing to my dick but I promised myself that I would never left Selena get on her knees for me. She was more than that.

"Do you like you taste yourself?" I gently slipped my fingers out of her mouth.

"Yes." She answered in a breath.

"Are you ready for more?"

"Yes."

I lifted Selena back up so that she was sitting straight in all her glory, naked as the day she was born. I couldn't help but let my eyes travel the contours of her incredible body.

"Perfect…" I sighed in pleasure.

"Can…can we do this…differently?" Selena asked shyly.

"Differently?" I raised an eyebrow.

Selena pushed me softly so that I was a few steps back. She slithered off the desk slowly and landed on the carpet. She turned around and bent the hell over so that I could see absolutely everything.

"Is this alright?" She peeked over her shoulder.

Fuck yes!

I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move.

I dumbly stared at Selena's ass. I memorized the way her hair spilled over her shoulders, the way her skin shined in the light of the room. She was the definition of an angel.

I dropped my pants and boxers so quickly; I didn't even realize it until I felt the breeze on my butt. I easily stepped out of my clothes and stalked over to Selena like an animal to a watering hole.

I meshed our naked bodies together, forcing my dick flush against the crack of her ass like I wanted to before. We both let out a guttural sound as I moved slightly, feeling the softness of her skin.

"I need you." Selena mumbled and rested on her forearms over the desk.

I ran my hand along her spine, tracing the graceful curve of her back.

"I hate to say this but I might have to leave you here." I spoke almost painfully, "I have condoms in my room but not here."

"You don't need them. I'm on the pill and now that you're clean…"

The pill?

I hated those two words for the simple fact that they weren't tangible proof. A woman could say that she was on the pill all she wanted and I would be none the wiser until a baby popped out and I never wanted children so that provided a problem. I never trusted women enough to let "the pill" gambit work.

Could I trust Selena?

As much as I wanted to say no and run to my room for a condom, my self control wasn't that good. I thought it was but obviously not. The warmth of her ass cheeks as they surrounded my dick was enough to make me give up everything I owned. My house, my trust fund, my cars, my money; she could have it all.

"Are you sure?" I asked like a teenager.

"Yeah."

I couldn't help myself as I pushed her legs wider over the desk and could smell her arousal as I pushed my cock into the wetness of her pussy, just enough to taste it.

"Shittttttt." I groaned loudly as my tip was engulfed in heat.

Selena's knees almost collapsed but I pulled out.

"You're going to kill me." I growled and pushed in again, further this time and the veins of my monster cock were screaming in pain.

"Justin, why is your dick so big?" Selena rolled her hips on my tip and I spread the wetness that was pooling from her slit.

"I have no idea but are you complaining?" I thrusts into her a little more, about halfway down my dick and I was stretching her to impossible limits.

"I don't think I can take it."

"You have before." I nearly cried from her tightness.

"I don't know how I did. I feel so much…tighter." She panted.

"Fuck yes you do."

I guess I was going too slow for Selena because she backed into me on her own, without any guidance and sheathed me in her entirely, eliciting screams from both of us.

Her wetness was potent and her legs spread even further, to the point of gymnastic proportions.

I knew that I had to move soon but truthfully, I could have just stayed still for hours.

I shifted my hips upwards and hit what I only assumed was a vital organ as I pushed myself deeper.

We started to move with each other, skin against skin and I wouldn't use a condom even if I did have one. I know that sounds irresponsible but I didn't care. I couldn't help myself.

Selena gripped the desk as it rattled from our movements. I slammed into her from behind, loving the way her ass was hitting my crotch and I threw my head back as sweat started to drip from my hair.

I almost never sweat but here I was, almost drenching our bodies.

I didn't feel the need to involve myself in dirty talk because my mind wasn't really working or it wasn't connected to my spinal column, I didn't know which one it was.

Selena's screams were pushing me harder, her walls were clamping over my dick and I was about to explode but I couldn't do it. I had to hold off so I rammed into her harder while thinking about dead kittens or pigs or anything that would make me last longer.

"I can't…" Selena moaned, almost as if she was reading my thoughts, "I'm about to cum."

"Hold on." I said as the sound of slapping skin sounded throughout the room and our bodies rammed into each other.

I bent over her body, reaching in between us in between her legs to rub over her swollen clit with the pad of my finger.

That did it. One touch and she erupted onto my dick.

I couldn't help myself and my release followed soon after.

I felt juices spill out of her, whether they were from me or from her, I wasn't sure and I didn't care. Selena was panting my name like a prayer as she rocked onto her toes, trying to prolong her orgasm. My cock was painfully throbbing in her pussy and pulsing my seed out in long spurts that were dripping onto my desk, staining the wood with white and clear liquid.

I leaned forward and kissed the sweat shined skin of her back, her shoulders, her hair and pressed her further down.

"You're killing me, Selena." I whispered into her ear, "You're killing me."

Selena was still shaking and I wished I could have seen her eyes because I bet they were fuck beautiful.

We didn't move for at least ten minutes. I stayed within her body with no more than a whisper passed between us. My OCD was screaming at me to shower and clean up the mess we had made but I was pushing it back. I didn't care.

I slipped out of her pussy when I went limp but as soon as I did, my cock was ready again. I knew she wasn't though so I backed away. I rubbed my hands over her ass as I massaged her impressive cheeks.

"Are you okay?" I asked thoughtfully.

Selena pushed herself up on her arms and stumbled to turn around. I helped her to the chair behind my desk and she sat in a heap. Her hair was a rat's nest, her eyes were glowing, her skin was sweat covered and she looked amazing.

"You have to be the best lover on the entire planet." She half laughed and breathed heavily.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine. Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course" I kissed her lightly.

We dragged ourselves to bed after another hour of just sitting. There was nothing we could say that would rival the experience we just had. It was more than just sex. I think…I made love.

I was satisfied, not only physically, but soulfully as well. It was hard to explain.

We showered, basically just standing under the water, our muscles too tired to do anything else. She wrapped herself in one of my shirts and that was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. I didn't go to sleep that night. Instead, I drew circles on Selena's stomach while I watched her drift off into dreamland.

Whenever I closed my eyes that night, I didn't have sex dreams like I normally would after fucking. I just dreamed of Selena and me, reading. I know it was corny and sappy but the time we spent reading was the time that I felt for Selena most because she was so natural and beautiful.

All too soon, the clock on my phone chimed seven.

"Selena, it's time to wake up." I kissed her shoulder but she didn't move. I continued to shake her gently while kissing anywhere I could reach.

"Leave me alone." She rolled away from me.

I chuckled, "You have a test today." I suddenly felt extremely guilty that she hadn't studied.

"I don't want to take it. Go away." Selena mumbled.

"Get up, mia Selena."

"No." She said and lifted her head to meet mine, "I want to stay here for the rest of my life."

I kissed her strongly and I wanted my tongue to claim her but I knew that would lead to things we didn't have time for.

"You have to go to school." I kept my kisses short.

"You sound like my father."

My heart skipped a beat at her comparison but I didn't show it.

"Get up." I ordered.

"Fine" Selena rolled her eyes and started to lift herself off of the bed. I followed on her side because it looked like she was about to fall over.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I swung my legs over the side.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let me just use the bathroom." Selena stood up and stretched before heading towards the other room. I noticed her walking slightly awkwardly and sighed angrily at the fact that I might have hurt her.

Selena came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later in her clothes from last night, brushed hair and a bright smile but I was less than happy.

"What's wrong?" She asked and stood by the door.

"Why didn't you say anything last night?" I grumbled under my breath.

"About what?"

"Why didn't you tell me to stop if I was hurting you?"

"You…didn't."

"Selena, don't lie to me." I pulled at my hair, "I hurt you, I can see it."

"No you didn't." She insisted.

"Walk towards me." I commanded and her face screwed up.

She thought for a second, shifting her weight but started to move slowly and I saw her shaking legs with each step. It was painful to even watch.

I rushed to Selena and held her up before she fell, "I can't believe you."

"I'm fine, Justin."

"No you're not and stop saying that you are." I carried her to the bed and laid her down.

"I'm just sore. Stop over reacting."

"You're not going to school today." I pushed her back against the pillows.

"Now you really sound like Charlie. I have a test and I'm not sitting in bed just because my muscles are a little tired." Selena sat up.

"I hurt you." I said to myself mainly and my entire head felt like lead as it hung to my chest.

"No you didn't." I felt Selena's arms around me, "I don't regret anything and if you think that last night was anything but perfect, then you're wrong." She kissed my shoulder, "I would never take it back."

I breathed through my nose, "Do you promise to take some medicine when you get back home?"

"Yes, I know Alice has butt loads of Tylenol in her purse." She giggled.

"Promise me that you'll take it easy today?" I held her hand.

"I promise." I got another kiss.

Half an hour later, I was dressed in a suit and Selena was dragging me out of the house. We stopped off at the Starbucks across the street before going back to the BMW so I could take her to school. I dropped her off in front of her class and Alice was waiting on the curb with a smile. I also detected the bodyguard down the street but he was just as hidden as I wanted him to be.

I got a kiss and then Selena bounced off to her class.

I was still mad at the situation that had occurred last night but Selena said she was fine so I had to take her word for it. If I had things my way, she wouldn't have left the bed all weekend but that might also be bad for her wellbeing.

I drove easily towards my parents' house while thumping my thumbs on the steering wheel.

I just had an extra something about me this morning and it must have come from last night. I noticed that I had never acted like this with any of the girl but that's why Selena was special.

I pulled up to the gates of the house thirty minutes later and saw the beefed up security around the compound but things had been like that since coming back from Russia. My father wasn't taking any chances and Albert's slight threat was enough to put us all on alert.

We all had bodyguards following us and I didn't even know who some of them were but I could feel them. My mother was basically locked in the house but she wasn't having that. Rose was the same way and cursed Emmett out when some dude followed her to the spa. I knew that Selena would do that same thing to me but I wasn't letting her go unprotected.

I parked in front of the house and walked up the stairs where Jerry was ready to meet me.

"Hello, sir." He shook my hand, "Would you like breakfast this morning?"

"No, I got it." I held up my coffee and took my sunglasses off.

"Your father would like to see you in his study." He shut the giant door.

"Alright. Are Jasper and Emmett here?' I asked as I made my way through the house towards the back.

"Yes sir. They got here earlier."

I checked my watch, noticing that it was only eight. Must be serious.

"Thanks." I climbed the gigantic stairs two at a time, arriving at my father's office in seconds.

I knocked lightly and he told me to come in. I saw Emmett, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme and Alec all talking but stopped when I walked in.

"There you are." My mother ran towards me for a hug, which I gave her.

"I didn't know we were having a family meeting." I said.

"We just have a little Blood Oath to complete." Emmett grinned wickedly.

I looked at Alec who seemed scared.

"Gotcha" I nodded in understanding.

A blood oath was something my father came up with years ago when he had a problem with loyalty in the family. Ever since then, anyone who wanted to join the Bieber's, sons included, had to sign their trust.

"How are you, kid?" I asked Alec, ruffling his hair like a big brother would do.

"Good." He replied and looked actually healthier although he was still too small to be normal.

"Let's get this over with. I'm supposed to be meeting Alice soon." Jasper checked his watch.

"Hush." Esme scolded, "We have family business to take care of."

We all gathered around Carlisle's desk and I wondered what it would be like to fuck Selena over this monstrosity but kept my cool.

"What am I supposed to do?" Alec asked shyly.

"Just watch." Emmett whispered to him.

Carlisle pulled out some papers and didn't even bother to read anything over before signing them and then handing them over to Esme who did the same thing.

"These are adoption papers." My father spoke to Alec in a loving voice, "I already spoke to you yesterday about all of this and you don't have to sign them if you don't want to but I want you to know that you always have a home here."

Esme nodded frantically.

"It's really not that bad." Jasper hit Alec's shoulder.

The boy looked to me for guidance but I didn't know what to do besides give him a nod.

He bit his bottom lip, almost like Selena did, and held his hand out for the papers.

Carlisle happily handed them over along with a pen.

"Uh…I don't know how to write." Alec said softly.

"I'll help you." Esme walked around the desk and took his hand in hers. They traced lines on the paper with the pen until a squiggly line appeared right under my father's and mother's.

"Wahoooo!" Emmett threw his hands up in the air, "New brother." He lifted Alec off of his seat and spun him around.

"Put him down." Esme chased them around the room.

"This is about to become insanity." I said to myself.

I wasn't jealous of Alec like I thought I might be. I was actually kind of excited to have someone to help raise. Everyone had had a hand in molding me so I wanted to help Alec and be the older brother that he needed. I also knew that my parents held more than enough love for the four of us, not that I craved their affection but I knew how these things worked. A new shiny toy would come and everyone would forget about all the others.

I actually wished that would happen so I could lead some kind of a normal life. I would never be anything more than Il Principe, the prince in this family and I would have traded spots with Alec any day. My father always said he never had favorites but you could tell that I was the apple of his eye. He was making me into a machine that would rule the world at some point and I was okay with that but I just hoped that Alec knew what he was getting himself into because there was no going back from here. You were either a Bieber all the way or not at all. He was given an option and he chose the best path but his life might not always be as glamorous as it appeared. Mine surely wasn't.

Carlisle pulled out a piece of old-world parchment and a very sharp, pearly handled knife. It was about six inches long and not very wide but the point was deadly from just looking at it.

"Goody." I muttered sarcastically.

"What's that for?" Alec asked when he came back over to the desk.

"Blood Oath" My father answered simply and without warning, dug the knife into the palm of his hand. He didn't even wince as the dagger drew blood from his skin and it spilled onto the parchment.

"It doesn't hurt that badly." Jasper said to Alec whose eyes were wide with fear.

I took the knife from Carlisle and plunged it into my palm in the same spot that I always did when we went through this. It was only for family members that I had to join in but this was a rarity. Blood Oaths were almost sacred, sealing secrecy, loyalty, honor.

The blood from my hand mixed with my father's, staining the paper.

The knife was passed around in a circle to Jasper and then Emmett before he handed it off to Alec.

Once again, Esme helped him by drawing a small amount of blood from his palm and letting it drip downward. He didn't squirm or say anything as the knife dug into his flesh and I was highly impressed. The first time I went through this, I was about his age and screamed to the high heavens.

"You're now a Bieber." Carlisle said to Alec, "Congratulations."

"This is so cool." Emmett pumped his fist, "We should have a party or something."

"Of course" Esme said like it was obvious, "All the papers are signed and the blood has been drawn. It's official."

It always made me laugh at how my family thought that blood somehow made everything legal.

"You did so much better than I did." I told Alec truthfully.

"Really?" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah, Eddie boy screamed like a little girl." Jasper laughed.

"You didn't do that much better." Emmett slapped him on the back, "You wouldn't come out of your room for three days."

"Shut up." Jasper shoved him.

Emmett poured the six shots of deep brown, Italian, cognac liquor that my father had in the cabinet and we all raised our glasses, even Alec.

"To a new beginning for a young soul." Carlisle spoke fatherly.

We clinked cups and downed the liquid easily. Alec choked his down and we all had a laugh at that.

Carlisle recited a long prayer in Italian and then lit the piece of paper with the scent of our blood filling the air. I watched the parchment burn to dark scarps onto my father's desk and Esme gave her new son a kiss on the crown of his head.

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