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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<<
♪♪.. heaven's a heartbreak away♪♪
♪♪never let you go, never let you down♪♪
♪♪I won't give up, nah, nah♪♪
♪♪Don't you give up, nah, nah♪♪
♪♪Let me love you... ♪♪ I sang loudly.
My aim of coming here wasn't to sing, I meant to drown my pain and sorrow in alcohol, I don't wanna cry or think about Justin's misbehavior, hence, I resorted to alcohol.
But unfortunately, after glass and glass of cocktails, the alcohol finally took control over me, and I couldn't stop myself from singing along every song and getting all emotional.
It's been about, two hours since we came and I've been singing for approximately,forty-five minutes.
"Divya, come on, join me" I invited Divya to join me, but she shook her head and waved her hand indicating no.
"You're so deaf tone right now, I don't wanna deal with you until we're ready to go home" she replied.
But I didn't wanna take no for an answer, I reached for a spare mic on the table and threw it carelessly at her, she caught it and glared at me when her drink spilled all over her skirt.
"Steffany!!" she growled, but I simply laughed.
"Sing with me" I told her, then continued singing and waving my left hand in the air.
"Alright, that's it, you've had enough and it's time to get you home" she said.
"No!" I replied firmly and stomped my feet on the ground to show my seriousness.
Divya dropped her half drink on the table, snatched my mic and threw it on a sofa across the room, then grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the door, but I wouldn't let her.
I dragged my feet on the ground and continued singing, giggling occasionally as I considered her efforts of pulling me out of the room fun.
"No matter how hard you try to resist, I'm gonna get you home tonight!" she snapped, but it only made me giggle more.
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THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>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..."
Drake sighed deeply and shook his head.
"... now that you've broken up with pamela, do you think your parents would spare you if they find out about this?"
Ken remained silent as he's deeply in thoughts, he lifted his body off the sofa and held his head in his hands.
"But... it's because Pamela doesn't understand the nature of my job, she thinks I'm having affairs with all my female clients and I fear she might physically harass one of them someday" he said.
"I understand you, bro, but you've just worsened the case and confirm her suspicion, I... "
Ken stopped listening to Drake as his ears pricked up, when he heard a familiar voice singing very loudly and so out of tune.
"Steffany?" he questioned himself unsurely.
"Who? Steffany? Who's that?" Drake asked him.
Ken ignored his friend's question and sprang up, then dashed out of the room and came face to face with a very drunk Steffany and a tipsy Divya
"Come on, Steffany, you've sang enough for one night" Divya tried to persuade Steffany to stop singing, but Steffany wouldn't listen.
"Divya" Ken called Divya to make his presence known.
Divya raised her head, but quickly scorned when her eyes landed on Ken and she glared maliciously at him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Oh, I was having a drink with my friend inside" he nodded towards the room he just came out of. "And I heard her voice" he nodded at Steffany. "Then I rushed out to check if I heard correctly, and I did heard correctly"
"Humph!" Divya huffed.
She put an arm around Steffany's waist and leaned Steffany's body on hers, then started staggering towards the exit door.
Ken quickly rushed in front of them and stopped her.
"Are you sure you can get both of you home?" he asked.
"Yes, now make way!" she replied harshly, giving Ken no room for negotiation.
Ken quickly gave way, but unfortunately she and Steffany fell before she could take a step.
"I guess it's best I give you girls a ride" he said.
Divya wanted to say something, but he didn't give her a chance to speak.
"Besides, you're both drunk and driving in a drunken state is against the law"
"I'm not drunk" Divya defended herself.
"But you have alcohol is flowing in your system right now, you don't want the cops pulling you over and harassing you, right?"
Divya glared at him for a few seconds, then nodded reluctantly.
"Fine, but don't try anything funny with her!" she warned him, pointing at Steffany who's still singing.
Ken nodded, he leaned down and swooped Steffany in his arms, then headed towards the exit door with Divya rushing behind and glaring at him all the way.
Steffany soon fell asleep immediately her head rested on Ken's chest, he looked down at her and smiled as he shook his head. This is the first time he's seen her in a drunken state and he find it cute.
Someone suddenly grabbed Ken's shoulder from behind immediately he made it outside, he turned with a questioning frown only to come face to face with a white baseball cap and a mask.
"Let go, man" he tried to shrug off the guy's hand, but the guy's grip was firm.
"First,hand my woman over" the masked man said.
Ken scoffed.
"Hand your woman over? Who the fuçk are you to claim?" he asked.
"Her husband"
Ken's frown deepened, he tilted his head to take a good look but still can't recognize the mask man.
"The fuçk you're her husband, scram!" he growled.
"I said hand my woman over!"
Divya suddenly started giggling when she recognized the masked man's voice, then rushed to hug him and released a fan girl scream.
"You're here, you're finally here, Justin!"
He slammed his hand over Divya's mouth and looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone in sight that heard her, and fortunately, there's no one.
He gestured her to shut up and withdrew his hand from her mouth.
"Bring your voice down, a paparazzo might be just around somewhere, don't scream my name like that" he said.
He took off his mask, which made Ken gasp quietly and he staggered back slightly, he couldn't believe Steffany's husband whom haven't showed up for years is actually standing in front of him tonight.
"Can you hand her over now?!" Mr Bieber asked as he clenched his jaw.
"Yeah, hand her over to her rightful owner" Divya chipped in while sticking out her tongue at Ken.
"I can't, I'm barrister Ken, the lawyer working on her divorce and since she filed for divorce, it means she doesn't want anything to do with you"
Mr Bieber narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Ken,there's a sudden deep hatred growing from the deepest part of his stomach, and he felt like landing a punch on Ken for supporting his wife and encouraging her to proceed with the divorce.
"I haven't sign the papers yet, which means, I'm still legally her lawfully wedded husband and it's best you hand her over to me now, or I won't be able to control myself and give you the privilege to kiss my fist!" Justin said slowly, but scarily.
Ken looked down at Steffany who's still singing in her sleep, he sighed and reluctantly handed her over to her husband.
"Goodnight" was all Justin said, then turned and walked towards his car.
"Oooh, this is so romantic, I love the possessiveness and jealousy" Divya gushed and quickly rushed after Justin
"You're welcome" Ken said even though he wasn't told 'thank you'.
Justin entered his car with Steffany still in his arms, Divya also got in the passenger seat and the car took off.
Ken heard Drake's familiar voice laughing behind him, then turned to him with a small frown.
"What are you laughing about?"
Drake shook his head.
"Nothing" he answered. "He was just looking so cool handling you, if you broke up with Pamela because of her..." he shook his head. ".. give up because you don't even stand a chance against him" he tapped Ken's shoulder sympathetically.
"Fuçk off!" Ken shrugged off Drake's hand and headed towards his car.
"Be honest with me, do you love her?"Drake asked, referring to Steffany.
"No, I have a fiancee..."
"Whom you've broken up with" he reminded Ken of the reason they came to the karaoke in the first place.
"...and Steffany's a married woman"
"But she's divorcing her husband soon"
"Say one more word about Steffany again, and I'll leave you behind"Ken threatened him and he quickly shut his mouth, then rushed to the passenger seat.