Secret Wife

Wasted

THIRD PERSON'S pov.

"...thank y'all for your love and support, goodnight, LA!" Mr Bieber shouted and bowed.

Fans roared loudly as they all yelled goodnight in return, and started chanting 'Justin, Justin, Justin, Justin' another were also screaming 'we love you, Justin' while waving banners in the air.

Mr Bieber's eyes glanced at the empty chair which his wife was sitting earlier, he did another bow and got off stage as fast as he could.

Immediately he stepped off stage into backstage, his assistant (Julius) rushed to meet him with a panicked expression and showed him his phone, but he didn't bother taking a look.

"Mr Bieber, Mr Pedro watched your show and heard your announcement...."

Mr Bieber raised his hand and cut off his assistant, he took off his gloves as he headed towards his dressing room.

"Julius, enough about Norman" he's referring to Mr Pedro. "I don't care what he thinks, his opinion doesn't matter anymore and he should stop calling my fuçking phone or I'll smash it" he said nodding at his phone vibrating in Julius hand.

"But he want to see you urgently, he'd..."

Mr Bieber stopped outside the dressing room, he grabbed the door handle before turning to face Julius.

"Fine, tell him my woman's becoming impatient and I had to make that announcement to soothe her for the time being"

"Yes, Mr Bieber" Julius replied.

His phone started ringing immediately Mr Bieber's stopped, he checked the caller and realized it's still Mr Pedro calling, he quickly answered it and started relaying Mr Bieber's message to him (Mr Pedro).

At that same moment, Mr Bieber's phone started ringing again, he checked it and saw Dave flashing on the screen. He turned to hand the call over to Mr Bieber, but Mr bieber has already entered the dressing room.

Julius quickly entered the room too and handed the phone to Mr Bieber, who was taking off his pants.

"Dave" he whispered to Mr Bieber and rushed out to continue speaking with Mr Pedro

"Hello, Dave" Mr Bieber answered the call.

"Sir, Mrs Bieber is getting wasted at a karaoke" Dave reported from the other end.

Mr Bieber sighed softly.

"Quick, send me the location and I'll come get her home" he replied then hang up, but not before hearing a faint 'yes, sir' from Dave.

He finally undressed, then rampage through his clothes as he searched for something else to wear. After much searching, he settled for a plain white t-shirt, a blue ripped off jean and a white baseball cap.

"Mr pedro said you should call him" Julius reported when he entered the room again, he's done talking on the phone.

"Arrange a car for me" was the reply Mr Bieber gave.

"Aren't you gonna call him?"

"I said arrange a car for me, I have somewhere else to be right now!" Mr Bieber said firmly.

"Yes, sir, right away" julius replied and started typing away in his phone.

"Should I arrange guards too?"

"No, they're only gonna draw fans and paparazzi's attention"

Mr Bieber reached for a random mask and wore it, then tucked his hands in his pockets and headed towards the door.

"Is the car ready?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, it's in the underground garage" julius answered as he opened the door and Mr Bieber stepped out.

"Come with me, you're gonna drive"

"Yes, sir"

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Steffany's pov

>>Dovey karaoke>Another room in Dovey karaoke<<

Ken stared blankly at the glass of Hennessy in his hand, he's been holding this drink for thirty minutes without even taking a sip, meanwhile his friend's already on his fifth glass.

"Change the music!" his friend shouted above the music, but nobody changed it.

His friend gulped down his drink and glanced at Ken, he sighed when he noticed Ken's still on his first glass.

"Hey, man, you're the brokenhearted here, but why does it seem as if I'm drinking on your behalf?" he asked.

Ken still didn't move his eyes from the drink, he snatched the drink from Ken and slammed it on the table.

"Let out your feelings and don't bottle 'em up, it hurts more when you try to bottle them"

"I'm not feeling hurt" Ken said.

"You're not feeling hurt? Then why did you bring me here?"

Ken took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa, he closed his eyes for a second.

"I just needed somewhere to clear mind" he said.

"Hm" his friend hummed and nodded his head in agreement.

"Drake,am I wrong for breaking off our engagement?"

His friend (now known as Drake) paused, he stared at ken for a moment and sighed.

"That's not the right question, the right question should be, did I really break off our engagement because she's feeling insecure?"

Ken tilted his head, but remained silent and blankly gaze on the table.

"She's not the problem here, Ken, you are.. you don't love her"

"I do, I love her"

"No, you don't, because if you truly love her, you wouldn't break off the engagement so easily" Drake reached for his glass. "What were you trying to prove breaking up with her? That she was right about you having an affair with your clients?"

"I...." Ken couldn't find words to say, he simply shut his mouth and closed his eyes.

Drake gulped down his drink and started pouring himself another glass, but stopped halfway when his eyes landed on Ken's untouched drink, he reached for it because he knew Ken wouldn't drink.

"Personally, I don't like that Pamela girl too, so, I'd naturally support your decision of breaking up with her, but..." he trailed off and tilted his head with a slight frown. "...both your parents have been friends from ages, you and Pamela are childhood friends too, which was a guarantee to both your parents that letting you two marry is the best option for merging your respective family business..."