A Night With Billionaire Playboy, Forever Trapped

Selena’s POV Ugh. My phone was buzzing like crazy. I almost ignored it, but then I saw it was Zayn. I put it to my ear, and… OMG. The sounds coming through were disgusting. Heavy breathing, moans… yeah, you get the picture. He was hooking up with someone else. And to make matters worse, he wasn’t supposed to be calling. It was obviously a butt-dial — the ultimate humiliation. Seriously, could this get any worse? My stomach did this sick flip, and I felt my face burning up. Like, full-on tomato red. I wanted to throw up, scream, and disappear all at the same time. “Zayn I yelled, my voice scratching, unable to put up with whatever it was I was listening to.” There was silence. And then his voice, all lame and distant, finally realizing his slip-up. "Didn't mean for you to hear that," he mumbled. Like that was supposed to make it okay. “It’s not what you think” he added further. That lying jerk. This was the height of it all. "You didn’t mean for what?" I choked out, tears stin

Justin’s POV Selena. Goddamn, she was a firecracker. One minute she was vulnerable, pouring out her heart about her loser ex, the next minute she was rocking my world. A chuckle rumbled in my chest as I stared awake. She wasn’t in my bed anymore, she was long gone. The little note she left behind made me feel some type of way. Why did she leave without saying goodbye? I could still smell the scent of her perfume in the air. My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Jaden. My best friend and partner in crime. “Dude check the news,” the text read. “You’re trending” I rolled my eyes. Of course, I was. My life was borderline dramatic and the media was always at the center of it all. Wondering what this particular news was about, I pulled up the news app on my phone and scrolled through the headlines.“Billionaire Playboy’s Latest Conquest!” a blog wrote. “Who is the Mystery Woman for the Season? Another asked. There was a photo of Selena and I entering the hotel togeth

Selena’s POVIt was the wee hours of the morning. My head was pounding as if someone was using it as a drum. The police station was the worst – those bright, buzzing lights bouncing off the gross floor. I’d just finished giving my statements; the whole freaky ordeal still felt surreal. The hands over my mouth, the car ride in total darkness, the creepy voice of whoever grabbed me.Then, bam, everything went black, and some lady was whispering threats I couldn’t even remember clearly. By the time the cops showed up, they were gone. Poof. Like ghosts.The cops asked me a million questions – what the car looked like, what the guys looked like, anything and everything. But it was all a mess in my head, like a scrambled puzzle. I couldn’t even tell them why this had happened. Why me?As I sat there trying to piece together the fragments of the night's event, Justin showed up. And he was… different. Like, serious. No cocky smirk, just straight-up worry.“Selena”, he said, his eyes locking on

Selena’s POVThe kiss. Ugh. It was like a brand on my lips, burning through the fog of sleep. I woke up with a jolt, my heart pounding like crazy. It was still dark, just the city lights peeking through the curtains. I checked my phone, it was just 6 a.m. Way too early, but my brain was on overdrive, replaying the kiss, and the feel of Justin’s lips on mine. The kiss was a huge, massive, epic mistake. It was like I’d torn down all the walls I’d built around my heart, leaving myself vulnerable and exposed. I knew getting mixed up with Justin was a bad idea. He was… dangerous. One minute he’s all charming, the next he’s ice-cold and distant. And me? I was falling for him. Seriously. Despite everything, the warnings, my common sense, I was tumbling headfirst into the abyss.He’d left after the kiss like it was nothing. No explanation, no goodbye, or even an apology for stirring me up. I wasn’t surprised though, but it still stung. Like a slap in the face, a harsh reminder of his true

(Justin's POV)Damn that kiss. It was a total disaster. I spent the entire night flipping and flopping in bed, that moment playing on repeat in my brain. It was like a weird movie I couldn’t turn off.The next morning? Panic mode. I was freaking out about these… feelings. Selena was messing with my head, and I didn’t like it. So, what did I do next? I called Chloe. She's… well, she's into me, and she’s not the type to overthink things. Perfect distraction, right?I even left my study door cracked, like some dumb kid trying to get attention. I wanted Selena to hear us, to think she meant nothing to me. Like, "See? I don't care." But when she left? It felt… empty. Like, what was the point of this whole show? I ditched Chloe almost immediately.But Selena's face, those hurt, confused eyes? That stuck with me. I didn’t want to hurt her, seriously.I was mentally checked out. I shoved all my appointments to the side and just needed to decompress. Grabbing my phone, I decided to call Jaden