Paris is beautiful.

It was my first time in this city and I was sure that it won't be my last, the sights here were much more appealing and so were the women. If I didn't have a life back in America, I'd drop everything just live in this beautiful city. The lights of the city were hard to miss, I was transfixed when I glanced out the small window of the jet. Although it was nearing the afternoon, I saw them clearly.

I thought of taking out my phone, to capture a picture for Alexis but we were descending too quickly. Besides that, I thought taking a picture of the night skies would we better for her to admire or even having her experience it first hand. But Sarah wouldn't allow it. The thought of Alexis' overbearing mother put me in a slightly bitter mood, but it was all over once the pilot announced that we've landed safely.

I'd managed to exit the jet quickly with a few people unloading my luggage into the slick black SUV that awaited me. I could tell it was Mr. Roux's doing, since he was standing on the other side of the vehicle, conversing on the phone. His conversation was in English, it was clipped and hard to understand, I wondered how the person on the other end could understand it.

Nigel was not what I expected a French man to look like, due to my prejudice mindset I thought he would have a ridiculously curled mustache; my child like imagination. But he was anything but, he stood tall, not much taller than me; he looked almost like an French Italian, with dark skin and dark hair, his beard slightly thicker than mine.

"No, its not the issue here, You're not getting my money. " I was sure that a growl escaped his lips, he sounded furious as he began to speak in a different language; I wasn't even sure what it was but it wasn't my business. Instead of listening on, I stepped around the vehicle and climbed in. Not caring if I didn't greet him, Today , I happened to be in a pleasant mood, any other time I'd be furious if I had to wait.

I pulled at my slacks as I sat in the car, a driver was in the front of the vehicle, ignoring my presence like he was probably paid to do. Fishing in my pocket to retrieve my phone, I felt another unknown fabric inside of my pocket. My eyebrows furrowed as I pulled out a red pair of laced panties which undoubtedly belonged to one of the flight attendants. I chuckled and quickly pushed them back into my pocket, deciding I'll keep them until I reached my hotel.

As I typed away, replying to emails and even text from different friends of mine, the door to the SUV had opened and Mr. Roux appeared. "Ah, bieber. Its nice to see you made it safely." he commented as he slid into the vehicle and held his hand out for me to shake, I took it firmly. "I apologize for the delay, I had business to take care of."

Putting on a false smile I nod understandingly, "Its quiet fine, I know how it is." yeah, arguing with people about keeping their hands out of my money is apart of the job requirements. "Lets just get the show on the road, I look forward to seeing those updated blue prints and a thesis." In detail, I never went into a project blindly, even as an amateur; you could easily loose your money by investing into a faulty project it's common sense; many people should know that but then again common sense is the most uncommon thing in the world.

My comment about working changed Roux's whole demeanor, my guess is that he liked talking about things that made him money. "Yes, yes. That will be discussed in our meeting tomorrow afternoon, until then we must celebrate our partnership, yes? " his thick accent amused me, he was speaking dramatically but nonetheless he seemed like a guy I'd grow to have a friendship with outside of business.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," I praised, Nigel nodded and quickly exchanged a few words with his driver in French. Before I knew it the large SUV began to move, speeding towards the exit gates of the Charles de Gaulle Airport, and into the streets of Paris. The traffic also was as bad as it is in New York, cars crowding the streets, people walking quickly to their destination. It wouldn't be hard to adapt for the week I'll be here , in fact; I'm used to it already.

"So Mr. Bieber, what part of North America are you from?" Mr. Roux asks, probably trying to rid the car of the silence.

"I'm from Canada but I've been in Miami, Florida for years now."

Mr. Roux chuckled and nodded his head, "Ah, Miami. It is beautiful, my girlfriend lived in that area not too long ago." I rose an eyebrow, so his girlfriend is an American? "Is it really enjoyable over there? If it is I couldn't see why she never enjoys visiting there on her vacations. "

Maybe your girlfriend has it right. it isn't enjoyable for me anymore.

"Its what you make of it, Nigel. I had the most wonderful time there- years ago. " I explain, maybe it wouldn't be wise of me to tell the once fairytale that ended as a nightmare; Sequoia and I's time together. So I hesitated and opted out by telling the roughly short version of us. "I met this woman who was all I needed and more but, our relationship was based on something horrible, so that's how it ended. She left me." horribly. I paused, trying to find the moral of the story myself. I was getting lost in a memory I should've pushed to the back of my mind long ago, I have kids. Alexis and my newborn son I had to be worried about, not her; I just couldn't help it. "Now, I hate it there because that's where our memories lay. But I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Nigel was quiet so I glanced over at him to see him giving me an amused smile, "And this woman, do you still have feelings for her? - have you any clue where she might be?" he questioned me, I hated it too. But what should I expect? I had already spilled everything to him, although I had only known him for months but met him in person for the first time minutes ago.

"No, I don't know where she is." I lied, I knew she had to be in this city somewhere and me being the optimist I am, I was hoping to run into her. "But I do know that it's time for me to stop speaking on this subject- and yes I do still have feelings for her."

"I can see it in your eyes Mr. Bieber, but I'm sure you'll get over her when you see the beauties that stroll through these streets daily." Nigel suggested, but of course I knew he had been wrong; She was forever holding the biggest part of my heart, but I had to act like she didn't. "I wish that I was single so I can have a go at all these women that throw themselves at me daily, but I have an amazing woman by my side- you can't top that."

Is he rubbing it in my face? I bet I can fùck his precious wo-

"I'm sure you do, don't let her slip through your fingers."

With that, the conversation of love and women had closed out. Now that we were pulling into the hotel that I'd be staying in for a week, courtesy of Mr. Roux, we had nothing more to say about the subject and I was relieved. Talking to a nearly complete stranger about Sequoia made me look pathetic, I shouldn't have brought her up. Scolding myself internally, I decide that thinking of the past isn't the greatest idea, moving forward would be wise.

No more thinking of the past.

That had to be a moral of mine from now and into the future, since it was mentally hindering. After telling myself so, I realized that the driver had gotten out of the vehicle and started to unload my bags. There were some staff waiting outside the fantastically designed hotel, it looked almost like a modernized castle; it made me wonder who owned it. I stepped out of the vehicle and, feeling the warm heat brush against my arms without any barriers. Mr. Roux had long stepped out of his car, now he was speaking rapid French to the staff standing at the entrance as many other people rushed in and out of the hotel. Le Bristol Paris, the front entrance read, it was impressive from the outside.

As I approached Mr. Roux he began to point in my direction while the rest of the staff nodded understandingly with nervous facial expressions; that guy must be scary to them, at least when I'm intimidating someone I don't have them ready to slit their own throats. "Aller*, " yelled Nigel and most of the staff scurried inside while some of them grabbed my things from the curb. I rose an eyebrow curiously, "I have to keep my hotel in top shape."

So he owned it,That explained why the staff lined up at the entrance in such a way. "That's impressive, how do you get your staff to be so obedient? " I ask, striding toward as he did, entering the hotel was a different story. It was extremely posh, women and men dressed in designer casual clothing, beautiful younger women walking in groups laughing with one another.

"Well, I threaten to fire them and promise them they won't get a job anywhere else." he says nonchalantly, stuffing his hands into his pockets as we get closer to the check in desk, which was decorated just as extravagantly as the rest of the place. "My girlfriend said I should treat them more lenient, if she were around right now, I'd bet half the staff would stop what they're doing to speak with her." he muttered angrily, "They love her here, that damn woman."

I said no more as we stopped in front of the desk, instead I listen closely to Nigel's conversation with the receptionist, at that moment I wished I had paid attention to French; I only understood small words, and facial expressions. The woman at the desk batting her long eyelashes towards Mr. Roux, smiling seductively as she handed him a golden card. Nigel smiled, indifferent to her flirting, then pulled the key from her nubby fingers. Chuckling quietly, I slipped the card from his hand and nodded in his direction when he turned to me.

"So this celebration is in what? Two hours?" I question, sliding my card into my pocket, my eyes traveling to the receptionist who was now smiling at me flirtatiously; I just sent her a quick wink that had her, blushing subtly as she returned to her work. "its for your girlfriend correct?"

"Yes its for her, but the party won't be going on until a few more hours. Until then enjoy yourself, Le Bristol Paris is yours just as it is mine!" he exclaims, throwing his arms up dramatically with a wide grin, many patrons give him an amused grin as they pass by, and I do the same. This man was something else. "I mean it bieber, unpack; reflect on life in our spa, everything here is free for you. I'll see to it that your rental car will be delivered to you. "

Well, if you insist -

"I'll take your advice for now," briskly, I see the staff with my bags walk pass me and towards the elevators to await me. "Until then, I'll see you later on tonight, Mr. Roux."

"Please, just call me Nigel, we're growing into a great friendship, Justin. I can tell, À plus tard.* "

Nigel then disappeared with a few of the staff trailing behind him, scurrying as he now barked orders in French to them. Shrugging off the slight creepiness I received from his statement, I turned towards the golden doors of the elevators where two attendants awaited me; one scrawny looking female, and tall lanky fellow who looked as if he were a teen. No doubt these were their summer jobs.

"Bonjour Monsieur, nous allons apporter vos choses.*" the small girl spoke, I nod, understanding only hello and sir. Its pathetic, I should know at least a few words since I was taught it. Even when I was with her , she often spoke in French to me but of course I never paid it any mind. The most I could think about is how seductive she would sound when she said the simplest things- get it together, bieber.

The sound of the elevator brought me back to reality, I sighed and stepped into the metal contraption with the attendants right behind me. It was unbelievable that I could still have a strong sexual attraction to her, I had to get over it, quick. It would drive me insane all over again, and going down that road a second time would be reliving a nightmare. Just the thought of me returning back into a depressing state made me sigh deeply, causing the two staff members to look up over their shoulders at me. I gave them both a small smile before looking at the numbers counting up, unsure how far up my room was.

The longest minute of my life, ended when the doors to the elevators parted and immediately the pair step out into the the golden hallway with me following behind. On this floor, there seemed to be only three doors, double doors with gold and silver platters adorned with French writing. We stopped at a set of double doors at the end of the hall, it read Pour être roi in magnificent letters. One of the doors had been left ajar when an older lady stepped out, she had striking red hair, tanned skin and a slim body.

She looked at the two staff members in distaste before her eyes landed on me, a pleasant smile graced her lips. "You're Mr. Bieber? Oh, I am Natasha Davina, the hotel's manager." her accent wasn't like everyone else, it was different but I was unsure of exactly what it was. I smiled at her at took her out stretched hand and brought it up to my lips, placing a soft kiss upon it.

"Pleasure to meet you, please call me Justin. Mr. Bieber makes me feel old," I joked with an amused smile on my lips, while she returned it and tugging her hand way from my gentle grasp. I usually got women that way.

"Well , you're laying the charm on thick. Its a pleasure to meet you also, if you need anything don't hesitate to call the front desk."

Her eyes glimmered with mischief as she emphasized her words, I knew that look too well. The two attendants already placed my things into the suite, leaving Ms. Davina and I on our own. Grinning as I looked her over, from the looks of it, she was doing the same to me. Natasha nibbled on her bottom lip as her eyes met mine, if the bulge in my pants didn't show that I was slightly effected by the looks she was giving me, I don't know what was.

"anything?"

Almost hours later, Natasha was bent over at the waist as I pounded into her. It amused me that I didn't even know her, yet I was deep inside of her as she leaned over the couch that sat in the middle room of my suite. Our moans and grunts were echoing off the walls, her red hair a tangled mess as her head slumped forward and she cried out.

"Oh god, you're so deep. Oh my fuck!" she curses as she turns her head and pushes her ass back onto me, I raise my hand and smack her ass roughly. Natasha hisses, letting her head fall forward yet again, her hair covering her face as she did so. I grunt as I feeling my cock twitch within her, I picked up the pace as I thruster into a her warmth faster."Oh, I'm gonna come!"

"Are you gonna come for me baby? Huh?" I ask breathlessly, running my hand up her spine and straight the fire red mane resting around her shoulders. The sound of our skin slapping together grew more rapid, with a hand full of her hair I drove into her with more force than intended causing her to scream. "Come on baby, come on this cock."

Almost instantly, her cunt tightened around me as she let out a loud and nearly breathless cry. I pulled out of her and rolled the condom off of my length, dissatisfied I wasn't able to have an orgasm of my own. But here she was, deliciously fùcked, breathing erratically as she lays over the couch.

"That was amazing....I haven't had it that good in a long time...."

Oh, she wants to continue this, I can tell already.

"It was, now I'll see you around sweetie, I must get ready for an important event tonight."

Without a doubt in my mind, I could tell she was dumbfounded by my words, many women expected more after sex but I couldn't give them more than a few orgasms and a feeling of ecstasy. It wasn't in my nature anymore. That was why I left her laying over my couch while I walked towards my room which was separated from the living area and small kitchenette.

Immediately, I pulled open my suitcases and unpacked. Hearing the sound of the door slam violently moments later, God was she upset or what? I chuckled to myself as I finished placing my things into the large closet, still, I was unsure what to wear tonight. It had dawned on me that I didn't know if it was an extremely classy event, or casual. Shrugging at the thought, I decided to go with something that had a mix of both casual yet classy; white short sleeved button up, black jeans, and my black Versace dress shoes.

The bathroom in my room was more amazing than mine, even though I paid a hefty fee to get it up to par, the one here happened to be way better than mine at home. The water from shower fell from the ceiling, it slightly startled me when water began to spray out from the sides, hitting my torso. I sigh as I push my now wet hair off of my forehead, the warm water being therapeutic for me; hell, I was on an seven hour flight , fucked a woman in my hotel, now I'm going partying? I needed it.

Thirty minutes later, I still happened to be in the shower when my phone rang loudly outside the door. I couldn't figure out how to turn off the shower , so I left it running, sorry California. Stepping out quickly on to the cold tiles had to be my stupidity speaking volumes because I nearly slipped and broke my neck, but my quick grip on the sink stopped me from falling. "Fùck," I cursed, as I regained my balance and grabbed one of the clean towels off the rack.

Wrapping the towel around my waist as I rushed out of the bathroom and picked up my phone not even bothering to check the caller I.D "Bieber," I answer, pulling the phone to my wet ear, cringing because of the water that would be on it.

"Justin," a familiar feminine voice spoke, I wanted to shoot myself for even answering her calls, I should've gotten her calls blocked long ago. Why was she calling me anyway, when it was nearing five am in Florida?

"What Sarah? "

There was a short pause before she sighed heavily, "No need to be hostile, I was just calling to ask you something -" another pause, I could tell that she was either going to ask for money or something that I'd probably say no to instantly. Or she was calling to have casual conversation, you never really know with her. "When are you coming home? I need you around, after Logan was born you're never around. God, he's only four m-"

I hung up.

For obvious reasons. Sarah always called to start arguments with me, calling at five am to do it had to be a new low for her, I wasn't sure why she loved to do it. We have the same discussion, my job was demanding, the company I'm going to build with require attention and money, much of it. I understood that I needed to be around for my kids but I'm working for them, to give them a better life than I've ever had. Explaining that to sarah is like handing a blue print of a rocket ship to a three year old and telling them to construct it.

Impossible.

Sarah was fùcking impossible to talk to.

Angrily, I threw my phone on my bed, Sarah always got my angry and I always let her do it too. I dropped the towel from around my waist and proceed to get dressed into my clothes, it was getting close to the time of the party. I was given the address via text, thanks to Nigel, Salle pleyel was the name. My way of transportation was the rental car that was brought to me by the staff at the hotel, a black Audi.

After styling my hair carelessly and finally turning off the shower, I slid on my golden rollex and straightened my clothing as I looked into the mirror at myself. Feeling satisfied, I grab my wallet and my phone to slide them into my pocket, the card to my room slipped into my pocket also. With that, I begin to walk out the door, into the empty hallway. It was quiet on this floor, I felt as if I was the only one on this floor but I doubt it. This is Paris, there are people everywhere just like New York.

When I finally reach the lobby, I'm greeted by some of the staff, they're friendly. Many other guests pass me, women pass me and I give them a charming smile, some of them return it the others blush furiously. At the front desk, there happened to be a new woman, I was immensely grateful that Ms. Davina wasn't around- that would've been awkward.

"Bonjour, sir, what can I do for you?" the woman asks, surprising me when I hear the American accent in her voice; she must've noticed because she grinned wide. Her honey blonde hair crapped over her shoulder as her wide brown as scream that she'd had less sleep than she wanted.

" Oh yes, I'm Justin bieber -" I start to say as I pull out my wallet and show her my I.D. "I believe the keys to my vehicle was left here."

Her face lights up slightly with recognition before she reaches under the counter and retrieves the keys. "Yes, these are you. Mr. Roux has told me about you, Here you are Mr. Bieber have a wonderful night." the keys are dropped into my hand and I smile genuinely, then turn on my heel to walk out the entrance. When I'm outside, I see a sleek black car at the corner and press the button on my keys. The car makes a noise, indicating that it was unlocked, I grin childishly.

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The drive to the location took longer, mainly because I had no idea that the traffic would be as bad as it was. There were cars everywhere around the place, people dressed for the occasion, men and women walking hand in hand; it made me regret not bringing a date. Quickly pushing away the feeling of loneliness, I park my car in front, not even surprised to see that this party had multiple expensive cars lined up, including mine.

The entrance of the building was grand, a pillars of gold tower over the guests as the walk in laughing with others. Some already wasted, others dying to be, I was one of the others; tonight I wanted a few drinks and hopefully take home a few women. My phone vibrates continuously in my pocket, I slide it out of my pocket as I walk in and the once muffled music that was heard outside become clear.

There were a few missed calls from Nigel and Sarah's unsaved number, I ignore her and clicked on Nigel's name, he answered within a few rings. "Bieber, I feel like you are fashionably late." he joked, he sounded a bit slurred.

The music caused me to yell into the receiver, "I'm here actually, just looking for familiar fac-" I start to say but suddenly, someone just as tall as me bumps into me from behind. Angrily, I whipped around to tell the person off, but I'm immediately stunned into silence.

What the hell.

"Aye did I'm sorry dude, - Justin?!" the person I once called my brother and closest friend , yelled in disbelief. Ryan's face contorted into surprise and I couldn't imagine what mine looked like at this moment. He mouthed wow to himself before asking again, "What are you doing here?"

Impassively I reply, "I could be asking you the same thing, I'm here on business, Butler. " deciding to keep it short I didn't need him in my business, he didn't have that right anymore.

Ryan wasn't my brother anymore.

"Wow, uh, good luck with that." he says quickly, his eyes were almost wide. Ryan clears his throat loudly, the awkward tension was obvious between us. "I'll see you around?"

"Sure man," I say, although it had Ryan and I hadn't been on good terms since Sequoia and I's break up, it was nice to see an old friend. Ryan then stalks off quickly, moving through masses of people as if he were in search of someone. I shrug, then lift up my phone , the forgotten phone call had ended and I decide to find my way towards the bar. It was obvious that I needed a drink after that bizarre incident.

Really, what was Ryan doing in Paris?

I push through multiple grinding and drunken bodies, finally reaching the bar. Glancing at my surroundings as I did so, many beautiful women ordering drinks, one group in particular catches my attention, a blonde and two brunettes surrounded by many other people. The lighting made it almost impossible for me to make out their faces, but one of them in particular caught my eye; the dress hugging her body in such a way, I couldn't remove my eyes from her.

Who was she?

I was going to find out but my phone vibrated non stop, it had gotten so annoying tonight and I knew who was contacting me. I ordered my drink then finish it quickly before walking towards a more secluded area where I could properly and peacefully curse Sarah out.

The hall I chose was quiet enough, although I could still hear the rumbling of current music artists I still pull out my phone and dial her number. "hi this is Sarah, sorry I couldn't reach the phone right now, leave a message " I curse to myself as the phone remains on my ear.

"This god damn woman-"

"Excuse me , may I get around?" says a soft yet sweet voice, i hardly notice I was standing in someone's way. I look to my right and notice I was standing in front of the women's bathroom. But that wasn't what was bothering me, their voice was so familiar, I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or what;

Maybe I was .

I decided that it was the little alcohol in my system, then reply harshly. "Look lady, you're gonna have to wait." then I remove the phone from my ear, hanging it up then sliding it it my pocket. I hear a soft gasp from the mystery woman as I do so, to see what her problem was, I turn but instantly regret it.

My heart swells as my eyes meet her glistening green orbs, the ones I'm still madly in live with till this day. I look her over slowly; that dress, god, it hugged her gorgeous body just like I remembered except something was different. She wasn't the young twenty two year old, no, she was more mature, the way she carried herself now was way more attractive.

But yet, she still held the look of sweet innocence on her face. My sweetheart, my angel, it was actually her.

"Doll?" I hear myself say before I could stop my mouth from moving, I watch Sequoia's reaction. Years later and her eyes still tell the real story, but I didn't like this look; god it was a mix of hate and anger, I don't fùcking blame her either, but I could still see that she was almost happy to see me. "Sequoia smith? Is that you?"

I couldn't help myself, but my legs move involuntarily move towards her, but she takes a step back. "Justin , what- oh my god, -" she stutters, then notices that I'm moving even closer to her. "Oh god what the fuck - this isn't real. I'm drunk, that's all, I'm drunk as hell." she talks to herself, still? An amused smile stretches across my face, she's still the same.

"No, if you're drunk then so am I........I can't believe its you...."

"Oh my god, this is real!" Sequoia whines, backing away, her bottom lip trembles and I almost snatch her up but that's overstepping my boundaries. She wouldn't want me touching her. "Why are you here?! You can't be here!" Sequoia's words oddly makes my stomach drop, of course she wouldn't want me near her; I put her through so much hell, she didn't deserve anything but love and attention. From start to finish, but I gave her nothing but shít, god I was an immature asshole.

"Sequoia listen-"

"No, I don't care just leave my party, I don't want to see you. I come out to have a good tine, then you cone along and- Just, Please leave."

Her party?

But it was Nigel's girlfriend - shít - never have I ever been so envious and angry at a man before.

Sequoia was Nigel's girlfriend.

Before I could reply with a snarly comment, Sequoia turned on her heels and walked away, my eyes following the familiar curves of her body. I curse to myself as I find that I was imagining our times together, when she would get angry with me and I'd watch her walk away before following after her like a fùcking love sick puppy and kiss every inch of her in order to beg for forgiveness.

After seeing her, I couldn't help but remember everything from start to finish; pulling her over that night, making love to her, and even breaking her heart. Yes, I remember those eyes full of so much devastation, it made me angry all over again. I find myself cursing loudly, "Fuck!" turning, I slam my fist into a nearby wall angrily, I let her walk away from me again. After a few deep breaths and self checks, I realize that it wasn't the only time I would see her, I would make sure it wasn't.

I felt as if I was back in Miami four years ago. Sequoia was invading my life again, and surprisingly, I was thrilled yet terrified.

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Hi y'all, I feel terrible about this long over due update and then I give you guys a boring chapter on Justin's life because he just fùcks and makes money lolzzzz

This was supposed to be given to y'all days ago but I wanted to make it slightly longer and yeeeee. Besides that, I have been busy, work and tings. I've lowkey been trying to focus on myself because I needed it.

BUT CAN I TELL YALL A STORY ABOUT THIS FINE ASS MAN THAT CAME INTO MY JOB AND CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL AND KEPT FLIRTING WITH ME, LIKE I COULD'VE HAD A SUGAR DADDY AND HE WAS ITALIAN. THE BEARD , A BEARD HE HAD A BEARD, I ALMOST MOANED. Y'ALL KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE ITALIANSSSSS GOD HE WAS SO MUCH OLDER, AT LEAST 28 OR 30. BUT IM 18 and legal so I can hop on his d- nvm have a nice night y'all

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