My Kind Of Perfect

Follow Aaron Carter on Twitter: @AaronCarter, Follow the Biebs on Twitter: @JustinBieber ~*~*~*~*~*~ “You're my kind of perfect,” He whispered, a smile finding it's way across his face, “Tell me you'll marry me someday.” She let out a laugh, “You're crazy.” “Nuh uh,” He shook his head, placing a light kiss on her lips, “I just know you're the one I wanna spend my life with.” “You may not feel that way after a few months of us knowing each other,” She smirked. “Impossible,” He kissed her chin, “I've never fallen this fast for anyone in my life and I just know that even in 20 years, I'm still gonna want you.” “We'll talk about that when you've known me more than 20 DAYS,” She chuckled and leaned up to kiss him.

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7. Chapter 7


Krystal watched Justin's face and demeanor change the minute they entered the warehouse. She felt his energy change as well and a lump formed in her throat. The warm look he always gave her was replaced by a cold, hard look and she immediately noticed that he was clenching and unclenching his jaw. As soft as he seemed before, she could now see his Gangster side and it scared her a little. She tried to push the fear out of her mind as she glanced around at the endless rows of boxes. She couldn't see any open, but she had some idea what was inside. He held her hand, giving her a squeeze and glancing at her as he pulled her through the building towards one of the many doors.

“You okay, Baby?” He had paused at the door and looked at her, feeling her energy change, as well, once they'd entered.

“I'm straight,” She forced a warm smile. He nodded once and opened the door, pulling her inside behind him. It was a hallway and there were doors on either side of them. Some of the rooms had glass windows that you could see into and she took it all in quickly, noting one room had a large table that seemed endless; it almost looked like an executive meeting office. He paused outside a door that didn't have windows to see in and she watched him turn the knob as they entered. She saw a dark haired man seated at the large desk and he immediately stood when they entered, moving towards them.

“Mark, this is Krystal,” Justin introduced. A frown crossed Mark's features, but he still extended his hand to her.

“It's lovely to meet you, Miss Krystal,” She shook his hand and immediately noticed the intensity in his deep green eyes. His jaw bone was perfectly chiseled and he was taller than Justin.

“You too,” She offered a smile as he too, took her in. Her long blond hair fell perfectly over her shoulders and her makeup was perfect. He took note of her curves and her Nike flip-flops with a perfect pedicure that matched her perfectly manicured fingernails. He had to admit to himself that she put off a rather intimidating energy. He couldn't help but notice Justin's hand in hers and a feeling of dread came over him. Justin had never brought a female with him anywhere before, which means he must've had deep feelings for this woman and Mark knew that it was going to turn out to be a horrible thing. Justin needed to be on point at all times and the last thing he needed was a woman who would throw him off of his game.

“Here, Baby,” Justin let go of her hand and pulled a chair out for her to sit. He waited until she was seated before making his way to the other side of the desk, immediately taking a seat and picking up a stack of papers.

“I was going through the potentials,” Mark stated, taking the other seat next to Krystal, “Is it okay to talk in front of her?”

“Yes. It's fine. Do we know who did it?” Justin questioned, thumbing through the papers in front of him.

“As far as I know, it was the Gds,” Mark spoke, “I've got Lyle working on getting more information, but if we're gonna attack, we're gonna need another leader for this area. If we do find out it's for sure them, we're gonna need to attack full-force because they've been constantly expanding.”

“So, I've heard,” Justin let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead as he felt a headache beginning to form, “Why are we not bringing in new members?” He paused and picked up another piece of paper that Krystal noted had a graph on it, “We've only initiated 50 in the last 3 months?”

“We haven't been concentrating on that, Boss,” Mark sighed, “We've just been working on pushing the product.”

“Well, don't you think it would probably be a good idea?” Justin met his gaze, a serious one on his face as he spoke sternly to Mark.

“I can get Lyle and Jerome on it,” Mark nodded once. He hated it when Justin wasn't pleased with his work, “We've got 8 new communities purchasing the product though. Just within the last month.”

“We're gonna need more if we're gonna be funding new members,” Justin had a frown on his face, “I appreciate the work you've been doing, Mark, but we really need to step our game up.”

“Yes, Sir,” Mark nodded, his cheeks flushing a light pink color. Silence overtook them for a moment as Justin thumbed through more potentials.

“What if we moved Ryan from imports?” He held up a piece of paper and stared at Mark, “Then we can move Carl to imports instead of just product distribution. He's been showing a lot of great potential.”

“Which Ryan?”

“Ryan Good,” Justin spoke.

“Whatever you think, Boss,” Mark nodded.

“When's the funeral?” Justin wondered absently.

“Tomorrow at noon,” Mark sighed, “Are you gonna go?”

Justin nodded, “I think so. I was pretty close to his Mom growing up.”

“Can I, uh, talk to you alone for a minute?” Mark glanced over at Krystal playing on her phone.

A frown found it's way across Justin's face, “Yeah,” He stood and followed Mark out of the room, leaving Krystal sitting alone, playing on her phone.

“Who is she, Boss?” Mark wondered once the door was closed behind them.

“My girlfriend,” Justin spoke, unhappy that he was being questioned about her.

“Why did you bring her here? You know that you can't afford to have a weakness,” Mark, too, had a frown across his features, “She could be in danger if anyone ever found out.”

“I understand your concern, Mark,” Justin took a deep breath, attempting to get rid of the anger he felt inside, “But I got this. I know what I'm doing. She'll be fine.”

“Will you?” Mark questioned, “You need to be on your game, Boss. You don't need any distractions.”

“How long have I been doing this, Mark?”

“7 years,” Mark responded.

“Have I ever had an issue before?”

“No, but you've also never brought a female around before. I just don't want you to lose your focus, Boss. We live a dangerous life and you've already got so many obstacles being who you are.”

“I won't,” Justin let out a breath, “I know what I'm doing. Besides that, I think she can handle herself.”

“I wouldn't be so sure,” Mark whispered and shook his head in disbelief as Justin made his way back into the room that Krystal was occupying.

“You ready to get outta here, Baby girl?” Justin made his way behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She nodded and stood, following Justin to the door, “I'll see you at the funeral tomorrow.” Mark nodded his goodbye and watched as Justin took Krystal's hand, leading her out of the room. He let out a frustrated sigh; knowing that Justin bringing this girl around was going to be trouble, whether he realized it or not.

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