A year later (2007)

Giselle sat in Justin's office answering phone calls. It was a year ago when they had their last fight. And from there on, he agreed to be less negative towards her. The phone interrupted her thoughts. She quickly reached out, picking it up from off the receiver and placing it beside her ear. "Hello? Um, no. Mister Timberlake is not in at the moment. Well he's...all right." she sighed heavily. "What would you like me to tell him?" she quickly jotted down words on a notepad. "And when? I mean, what time would you like him to call you back? Any time? All right, yes. Okay, you welcome. Bye." she sat the phone back on the receiver. "This is getting tiring."

She sat back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest as thoughts wandered her mind. She had no idea how to tell Justin about the news. She was hoping he took it well, because if he didn't--she knew it would've been bad for her.

"Hey, hey, hey." she quickly looked over her shoulder to gaze at Justin. "I brought something to eat." he sat a box of pizza on the desk. "How's everything?" she looked away, shrugging her shoulders in response. "What do you mean you don't know?" he took a seat beside her.

"Well..." she bit her lip in thought. "I have some bad news." his smile slowly faded.

"What is it?" he asked, never peeling his eyes off her.

"They had to reschedule your appointment with Miss Berry." his eyes shot wide open. "I'm sorry. They told me that they will call you back."

"Damn." he looked away, running his hand over his hair in frustration. "Just great." he stood up, walking around the room, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Well, there's nothing left to do." he turned to face her. "We'll just have to wait." she gazed at him, noticing the calm look on his face. This was definitely odd to her, because normally he would act a fool when something like this came up.

"So, you're not pissed or..." he shook his head, slowly crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why should I be? Things come up." she held her head down, not knowing what else to say. "Listen uhh..." she lifted her head to peer in his eyes. "...what are you doing later on tonight? I was thinking..." he took a quick glimpse at his watch. "We still have time to go to a club or something. You know, while the night is still young." she ran her fingers through her hair.

"I dunno. I guess..." she stood to her feet. "I'll meet you back here in an hour." he watched her head towards the door. She yanked it open and departed the room.

An hour later (10:11 p.m.)

Justin and Giselle decided to bring someone with them. He brought his friend Trace and she invited her friend Nadia. Nadia was an Hispanic petite woman who knew Giselle for years. And Trace was a Caucasian guy who knew Justin for years as well.

"So this is what I told him..." they all kept their eyes on Nadia who was the only talkative one out of the bunch. "I told him, if he even thinks about staring at my ass...I will cut his dick right off." they all held surprised looks. "Nah, I'm just kidding."

"Oh...ahaha." Trace laughed hysterically. "You scared me there for a minute."

"I thought I was gonna have a heart attack." Giselle spoke while holding her hand to her chest. "I'm like, damn girl. Hahaha what have you gotten yourself into? Ahaha." they continued laughing.

Justin sat across from Giselle eying her every once in a while. He would think that after the incident a year ago, his feelings would have changed for her, but they hadn't. They actually grew stronger for her, and she had no clue about this. "That was really funny though."

"Yeah." Giselle agreed, quickly taking a glimpse at Justin who had his eyes on her. She quickly looked away, biting her lip interestingly. She didn't understand why she would feel so nervous whenever he would look at her. It wasn't like her to act that way. But she did.

They finally made it to the club and found a seat at a round table way in the back in the V.I.P section. "I'm gonna go get a drink." Giselle spoke, standing up in her seat.

"I'm right behind you." Justin stood up, following her towards the bar area.

"You wanna tell me why you've been following me all day?" she asked, taking a seat at the bar.

"I dunno." he took a seat beside her. "Maybe I like being around you. Maybe...you have that special touch that just...drives me wild." she rolled her eyes.

"Bacardi, please." she spoke to the bar tender.

"I'll take a vodka." he added, never peeling his eyes off the beautiful woman sitting next to him. "I like the lil'...skirt you have on. It makes your legs...stand out more." she leisurely gawked to the side to stare at him.

"I'm still your assistant. Even when I'm off duty or on duty." she reminded.

"Hmm." his eyes slowly trailed down her figure, stopping here and there. "That's not what you said last night." she quickly gazed his direction, flashing him an unbelievable look.

"How dare you blurt that out in front of total strangers. I..."

"What? You rather me blurt it out in front of your family and friends?" he looked away, watching as the tender slid his drink in front of him. "Don't you dare tell me that it was all a mistake, because it wasn't. You had every intention to do that." he quickly gulped down his drink. "Another one please." the tender poured him a refill.

"I knew you would do this." she shook her head pathetic. "And for some reason, it doesn't surprise me." she gulped down her alcohol and slammed the glass on the counter. "Not one bit." he gazed her direction, lowering his eyes at her.

"Haha." a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "I forgot to tell you how much I enjoyed fucking your brains out last night." a soft gasped escaped her lips. "Oh yeah." he quickly guzzled up his second serving and slammed the glass on the counter. "That pussy was just too damn good. And while you were screaming and calling out my name, I was letting my big load out." she sat there in total shock. "That's right. I cummed. IN YOU." he pointed to her.

"How...dare you." her voice cracked from the tears taking over her. "You bastard." she hopped off her seat, quickly making her way through the crowded room.

He sat there, immediately regretting the way he talked to her. He knew he didn't mean what he said. It was just said out of the heat of the moment. Like the majority of times. "Shit." he stood to his feet, quickly brushing through the crowded people, following the way she went. He instantly froze when he noticed her sitting at the table with Trace and Nadia. She gazed at him with an emotionless look on her face. From there on, he knew to stay out of her way or else there would have been drama.

Last night, and their steamy encounter. He knew it was a mistake and she knew also. But it was said and done with now. It was no way of changing things. They had already done it, and there was no way of taking it back.

For one, they were both drunk. And after they had realized what they've done, it was too late. "I'm sorry, um..." he paused, keeping the eye contact with the individual. "Can we talk? In private. Please." she looked away, not bothering to respond to him.

"Is there...something we should know about?" Trace spoke up.

"No. This is between me and Giselle." she locked eyes with his. "I'll be by the restrooms waiting for you." she watched him turn, slowly disappearing in the crowd. After taking a few minutes to think about it, she decided to go meet him.

She stood up, carefully walking pass the dancing bodies towards the restrooms. Her eyes immediately focused in on the handsome guy who had his back against the wall and his hands in his pockets. She fiddled with her fingers nervously the closer she had gotten to him. He happed to look up, locking eyes with hers. "What do you wanna talk about?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I was outta line." she looked away, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I shouldn't have said that. What we did last night meant more than that. It wasn't just sex..."

"Yeah? Well what was it?" she interrupted. "Because I could've sworn that's exactly what it was. Sex!" he scratched his chin in irritation.

"Look...why don't you just tell me now. Do you wanna straighten this out between us or do you wanna continue walking around here acting like this...stuck up bitch? You know what the hell I'm talking about. Yes! It was sex, but something on a more...higher level. You should know how I feel about you." she rolled her eyes.

"Please. Don't give me this shit. I don't wanna hear it." she spoke angrily.

"See, that's your problem. You don't wanna hear shit. You never wanna give other people a chance to talk and explain themselves..."

"I..."

"And don't interrupt me when I'm talking to you!" she stood there in shock. "When I'm talking, you should sit there and listen." she held her head down, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now, as I was saying, I was outta line. I shouldn't have said what I said. It was rude and obnoxious of me. But..." he paused, trying to think of a way to put his sentence. "I don't understand how you could walk around here pretending as if you have no type of feelings for me whatsoever when you do. I know you do. But you're so stuck on this...lil' don't mix business with plea..."

"It's not just a lil...don't mix business with pleasure thing." she interrupted. He stood there, returning a sternly look.

"I told you not to interrupt me when I'm talking. When I'm finished telling you how I feel, then you can say whatever the hell you have to say. I just feel like...you don't care about my feelings, because...you stand there pretending like you don't know how I feel about you. Every day, you look at me and...give me that beautiful smile knowing deep down that I want you." she peered deeply in his eyes, realizing how serious he was. "Last night...when we did it..." he licked his lips. "Tell me, how did that make you feel? Because it made me feel like I was in love. It made me feel like I was loved...by you." she looked away, resting her hands on her hips. "I seriously wanna know how it made you feel. Deeply."

"I uhh..." she gulped down, refusing to get emotional with him. She just couldn't make herself open up to him for some apparent reason. "I don't even know why we're having this conversation. We shouldn't be talking about this. And besides, you even told yourself that it was a mistake, so...let's just leave it at that. It was this big...huge mistake and I wish I could take it back." he shook his head.

"You don't mean that. You know it and I know it." she rolled her eyes agitatedly.

"Whatever. Believe what you wanna believe. Just like I said a year ago, we will never be because...I don't mix business with pleasure. And the only way I will even consider getting with you is if I..." she hesitated. "Is if I quitted or got fired." she crossed her arms over her chest. "That's the only way."

"I think you're full of BS. What's this reason why you won't mix business with pleasure? A real reason. One that I will believe, because it's a whole bunch of nonsense to me."

"I'm afraid my love for you will get in the way." his smile slowly faded. "I'm afraid that I will get distracted and...won't be able to do my work. That's why. And I don't have time to be getting distracted and losing my focus over some man. I have a daughter to take care of. She needs me..." she pointed to herself. "...more than you do." he nodded, chewing on his inner lip in thought.

"So you're admitting that you love me?" she lowered her eyes at him.

"Is that alllll you paid attention to? I said I have to provide for my daughter. Did you even hear that? Or are you too stuck on yourself and...and trying to win me over?" he made a move towards her.

"No. I actually care about where that little...brat lives." he teased. "Nah, I'm just kiddin'. I think you have an adorable daughter and she's lucky to have a mother like you." he spoke seriously. "I know I may come off as a...hard ass sometimes, but truthfully...it's only because of you. I just have this urge to piss you off the majority of times because I like to see you upset. You look sexy when you are. And..." she bit her lip interestingly. "...I like the making up part. I can just imagine how high-quality it would be if we were together, because um..." a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "...it's first-class now." he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"You don't get enough of pissing me off, do you? But you will if I put a foot up your ass." he broke out laughing.

"Even that can't stop me." he spoke surely. "Let me buy you a drink." he offered, slowly brushing pass her and making his way towards the bar.

"I can't say no to that." she followed behind him.
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The following morning (9:02 a.m.)

Justin stepped on his back patio with a cup of coffee in his hand. He took a seat at the table across from Giselle who seemed to be busy jotting stuff down in her planner. "Morning." he greeted, cautiously taking a sip of the hot substance.

"Good morning." she responded, never taking her eyes off the book. "Um, today happen to be your lucky day. You have an interview set for twelve this afternoon here and then you're free afterwards." he looked away, watching as she scribbled down a few words.

"Is this for MTV or..."

"VH1 actually." she corrected.

"Cool." he nodded, never peeling his eyes off her. "Ahem, any way..." he looked away, putting his main focus on the green grass in front of them. "Last night was...really something else." she slowly lifted her head to gaze at him. "Hmm. Quite...interesting."

"What part? The lil' fight we had or the making up afterwards?" a smirk instantly formed on his face.

"No comments." she watched as he sipped on his coffee, never taking his eyes off his surroundings.

"You only bought me a drink. What's so interesting about that?" he shook his head.

"Nothing. You would never understand." he looked away, peering in her eyes. She sat there, burning a hole to him, realizing how cute he looked. The way he gazed at her with his pretty blue eyes just drove her up the wall. And all she could do was fantasize, because she knew she didn't want to mix business with pleasure. "Wow, look at your hair. So...wild. I know you slept good. Haha. How was the bed? You know, for sleeping in it for the first time." she shrugged her shoulders.

"It was..."

"And don't lie. Tell me the god honest truth." she blushed massively.

"Okay, it felt great." he laughed faintly. "That had to be the softest bed I've ever slept on. It was just...too damn comfortable for it's own good." she put her focus back on the book. "I'm surprised your freaky ass didn't sneak in my room. Knowing you..."

"Oh don't even try that. You know I'm not like that. If you don't wanna sleep with me then fine. I will leave it at that, but don't try to make me look like this...sex freak who just can't take no for an answer. The other night we did it...I didn't even ask. You came on to me." she shook her head, disagreeing with him.

"No I didn't." she spoke without eye contact.

"Yes you did. Liar. Ahaha." she stuck her middle finger up.

"You boys and your...egos. Ya'll can never admit when you're wrong." he flashed her an hilarious look.

"Boys? You and I know that I'm farrr farrrrr farrr away from a boy. Junior says it all." he spoke, pointing to his boxers.

"Oh shut up. Asshole. Haha."

Around twelve that afternoon...

"Hi." Justin greeted while shaking the host's hand.

"Hello, Justin. I'm Katherine. I will be interviewing you." she replied.

"That's cool. You wanna maybe...sit down?" he offered. Without a word said, she took a seat on his sofa.

"Thanks." he took a seat on the opposite side of her.

"Excuse me. Nelly?" he called. "You need anything to drink? My good friend over here will help you to anything you need. Nelly, sweetie..." his maid entered the living room.

"Yes sir."

"Could you make me a glass of tea? Would you like anything, Katherine?" she shook her head.

"No thanks. I'm fine. But thanks any way." Nelly turned, heading towards the kitchen. "I just wanna say what a lovely house you have here. Is this the eight million dollar mansion mentioned a few times?" he nodded.

"Yes ma'am. Eight point five." he corrected. "Don't ask why I bought it. Ahaha. I just like to uhhh...be in a spacious environment. Closed areas seem too...make me nervous. I'm claustrophobic as they would say." he joked. "Nah, I'm just kiddin'."

"Haha. Yeah, well this is nice. Really." he nodded.

"Thank you." Nelly entered the room with a glass of water. She sat it down in on the coffee table in front of him. "Thanks Nelly. She's a big help. Really big help." he added.

"Okay, I wanna ask you something to do with your love life. There's this room going around that you're seeing your assistant. What's her name? Giselle or something like that?" Giselle walked pass the room, immediately freezing when she heard her name.

"Giselle, well..." he cleared his throat. "Giselle is my assistant. Not only an assistant, but a good friend. We've known each other for quite a while. Seven years to be exact and...nothing sexual or how should I say it?" he paused, trying to think of a better way to put it. "Nothing non-business like has happened between us. I don't even like to talk about my love life because bad things happen when I do. So to be more...straightforward with this..." he gazed at the camera. "The rumors aren't true. They're false. Haha. False." he repeated. Giselle smiled slyly, slowly proceeding down the hall.

"All right. Um, Justin you don't mind if we talk a little about your relationship with Britney, do you?"

"Oh...not at all." he sat up, quickly grabbing a hold to his glass of water and taking a sip of it. "Ahem. Sorry." he sat back.

"That's okay. Um, about your relationship with Britney. We all know she was your first love. Your first...real relationship. Your first everything basically." he nodded in agreement. "Can you tell us what was the first thing that came to mind when you found out that she cheated on you?" he bit his lip, a little hesitant to answer her. "How did you react?"

"Like any normal guy in love would. I mean..." he licked his lips. "I was heartbroken, and at one time felt like I couldn't live. But I got over it. It was really hard to, but I managed. As you ya'll knew, I loved her. I still do and it was hard for me to uh...to let her go but I knew I had to. I mean, what's the point of being with someone you lost complete trust for? I told her the day we decided to um...go our separate ways that um, I will always love her and that she could um...call me if there was anything she needed. Or if she needed to talk to someone. I told her I will always be here for her."

"So you still love her? I mean..."

"Yes. It will always be that way." he interrupted. "She was my first love."

"Does your past experiences interfere with your relationships now?" he chuckled softly.

"No. Not really. I mean, I pay more attention to what's going on around me now. I'm more alert and...cautious. But I don't try to let it interfere." he cleared his throat. "I do wanna move on and have my own family someday. So..."

"Yeah. That's the spirit." he laughed in response.

"I dunno. Maybe..." he eyed her interestingly. "Maybe we could go out sometimes. Dinner and a movie or...ahaha." she broke out laughing. "I'm just joking. Don't mind me."

Meanwhile...

"Thanks for having me here." Katherine extended her hand out to shake his.

"Oh no problem. Anytime." he shook her hand in response. "Have a safe trip back."

"We will. Thanks again." he watched Nelly walk her and the camera crew to the door.

"Pretty, isn't she?" he quickly looked away to stare at Giselle who stood beside him.

"Oh please." he bit his lip in thought.

"Young too. She had to be problem twenty or something. The youngest I've ever seen them." he stuffed his hands in his pockets, slowly locking eyes with hers.

"She wasn't my type. I happen to like...girls with a lil'...junk in the trunk, and she kinda lacked that." she rested her hand on her hip, shaking her head pathetically.

"I swear...you sure you weren't black in another life time? I mean..." she ambled towards the stair way. "...you think like I black man. You even fuck like one." he flashed her a shocked look. "What?" she proceeded up the stairs. "I'm just tellin' it like it is."

"Slut." he teased, watching her enter his office and shut the door behind her.

Two weeks later (9:24 a.m.)

Just coming from another interview, Justin decided to stop by a restaurant to eat. Trace, Nadia, Giselle and his mother Lynn all followed him in the building immediately being hit by a wonderful aroma. A waitress approached them the instant they entered the restaurant. "Hello. Table for five?" he nodded.

"Yes ma'am."

"Right this way." they followed the woman further in the restaurant to a round, large table. "Here you are. Would you like to order anything while you decide? Drinks for instant."

"I'll take an orange juice." Giselle answered, taking a seat at the table.

"Coffee." Lynn added. After the rest of them order their drinks, they all positioned themselves by the table. "How's Valeria?" Justin instantly locked eyes with hers.

"You said something?" he seemed to be in another world at the time.

"Valeria, that ex of yours? How is she?" she asked interestingly. "Last time I saw her had to be probably a year ago." he shrugged his shoulders.

"I dunno. How should I know? I hardly see her. Only..." he trailed off, taking a quick glimpse at Giselle. "Nevermind. It's nothing." he looked away, intertwining his fingers together. "Let me see what I'm gonna eat." he opened the menu up to the first page, quickly scanning the list. "Damn! They have..." he froze, realizing he had cursed in front of his mother. "Sorry about that. I meant...dang! Yeah." Giselle sat there forcing in her laughs. "Any way..."

"Oh my god! Justin Timberlake!!" they quickly gazed in on an animated fan pointing at him. "Justin..." she rushed towards their table. "Can I please have your autograph?" he smiled warmly.

"Sure." she handed him a pad and pen. "What's your name?" he asked, lifting his head to peer in the little girl's eyes.

"Stephanie." he quickly scribbled down a few words on the pad. "I have like all of your albums. I'm such a big fan!!" he chuckled softly.

"Thank you. Would you like everybody else's autograph as well?" he joked. "Nah. I'm just kiddin'." he handed her back the pad and pen. "Take care, okay?" she nodded excitedly.

"I will. Thank you, Justin!" she turned, rushing back towards her table. He looked away, putting his focus on Giselle who had her eyes on him from across the table.

"You're really good with children." she spoke up. He smirked, raising his eyebrow up at her. She shook her head pathetically, slowly peeling her eyes off him.

"What's next on the schedule?" he asked curiously.

"Well..." she went through her purse for the planner. "Let's see..." she opened it up to a specific page. "At three you have an appointment with 96.7. Um, at six you have to be at the club. You have a few shows to do there. And last but not least..." she looked up, locking eyes with his. "You have a lil' date with Miss Vaszuela." she closed the book, positioning it back in her purse."

"Valeria? Why are you seeing her?" Trace asked in bewilderment. "I thought it was over between..."

"Why don't go ahead and cancel that date with her." he spoke to Giselle. She sat there burning a hole into him. This wasn't like him to tell her to do something like that.

"You sure? I mean..." Nadia happened to look away, putting her focus on the familiar woman heading towards their table.

"Speak of the devil, there's Valeria right there." they all gazed in on the specific woman. "I guess you can tell her yourself."

"Shit." he mumbled, holding his head down in embarrassment. He immediately knew something dramatic was going to happen.

"Justin..." he hesitantly lifted his head, peering at the French woman. "Why haven't you been answering my phone calls and my messages? I kept calling you and calling you but you wouldn't pick up. And now I find you here with..." she eyed them down in disgust.

"Excuse me." he excused himself from the table. "You wanna talk? Let's talk." he grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the exit of the building. As soon as they stepped outside, he reverted around to face her. "You better have a good excuse for showing up here embarrassing me in front of my family. What the fuck's the matter with you?" he spoke angrily.

"I thought you said you were gonna call me." he looked away, forcing his emotions in before.

"Is this the reason why you came in there interrupting my free time? I don't get you. Just because I didn't call you when you wanted me to call doesn't mean I wasn't gonna call. I have things to do. My life isn't a nine to five, if you didn't realize that. I'm busy doing things allll the time. Now as long as we've been together, you should've known that. That's one of the reason why we broke up. Because you're too selfish and impatient. You never wanted to see me happy. And you're jealous as hell." she looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'ma tell you something. When I'm around my family, don't you ever...ever do something like that again. You hear me? Oh and if I say I'm gonna call you, then you wait! Don't blow up my cell phone expecting me to call you back when you...demand it." she locked eyes with his. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go." he brushed pass her and entered the building.

Everyone watched as he took a seat at the table, not bothering to say a thing. "Is...everything okay?" Trace asked in concern.

"Um...yeah." he looked up, gazing at Valeria who approached their table. "Ugh. What the...hell..." she froze in front of them, resting her hand on her hip in attitude.

"You are a no good son of a bitch." she spat out. "How could you use me for your own pleasure?" he flashed her a surprised look. "The only time you want anything to do with me is if I'm gonna give you something."

"I can't believe this." he mumbled. "Why are you doing this, Valeria?"

"Who is it?" he held a confused look.

"What?"

"I said who is it? Who is the other girl taking all your attention away from me?" he rolled his eyes, releasing a soft groan.

"Aight, um...this is getting ridiculous. There is no other girl. And if there was, it's not like you could do anything about it. We're over! Now, I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say you should leave." she stood there with the most evilest look on her face.

"You know what? I think I know who this other girl is." she gazed in on Giselle who sat there keeping to herself. "It's you." she met eye contact with hers. "You're the other one."

"I beg your pardon?"

"No! Valeria..." he sighed heavily. "Leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me." he stood to his feet. "You wanna talk? Fine. Let's talk. But somewhere more private." he grasped her arm.

"No!" she yanked her arm away, never taking her eyes off Giselle. "I wanna talk to her."

"Look..." Giselle began. "Just like he said, I have nothing to do with this. But if you asked me, I really think you're making a fool out of yourself. This is a public place." she reminded.

"I don't give a shit what place this is." she spoke angrily.

"All right um, I really think you should slow your roll. I had nothing to do with Justin breaking up with you. So please just...keep me out of this." she spoke agitatedly.

"Slut!" she grabbed a glass of water from off another table and doused her with the cold substance. She sat there in total shock. And not just her, but everyone else as well.

"What the...fuck is wrong with you?!" Justin shouted, quickly grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of the restaurant. "You shouldn't have done that. And you know what? You were right in a way. She is the other woman I've been busy fantasying about. And you wanna know why? It's because she's more responsible than you. She's nicer. And considerate. She has a good heart and an amazing personality. She has all the aspects you lack. And that's why we're over. And you will never ever have another chance with me. Don't call me. Don't come see me. I want you out of my life for good. And if you even think about showing up at my house, I will have you arrested for trespassing. You completely fucked things up between us. I was willing to be your friend, but you couldn't..."

"Friend? Friend?!" she shouted. "Friends don't fuck each other. I mean, that's what I was told. I dunno. Maybe I could be wrong." she shrugged her shoulders. "If I am, please let me know." he shook his head.

"No. You're absolutely right. I should've left you alone the moment we broke up. I..." he pointed to himself. "...was the idiot for going back there to see you. I was stupid and this whole thing was all my fault. But you don't have to worry about that anymore, because it's over. Really over. Our friendship. The booty calls and..." she rolled her eyes. "Just everything. I don't wanna see you. I don't wanna talk to you. I just want you out of my life. You go your separate way and I'll do the same. It'll be just like we never knew each other." he turned, yanking the door open to the restaurant.

"Justin, wait." she grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of your mom and...I didn't mean to do what I did to Giselle..." he shrugged her off him.

"It doesn't matter because it's over and done with. And if you want some advice. I'll suggest you don't go back in there. I'm sure Giselle won't be too pleased. She might even try to kick your ass." she watched him enter the building, leaving her there alone. He made it back to their table, noticing the silence they held. "I'm so sorry about that." he realized Giselle was missing. "Where's..." he gazed around the room for her. "Where's Giselle?"

"She had to go to the restroom." Lynn answered. He decided to wait by the lady's room for her.

Moment's later, she had departed the room, drying her hands with a napkin. "Hey." she quickly looked up, locking eyes with his. "I um...I just wanted to apologize for her foul behavior. That shouldn't have happened, but it did and...I just feel so bad for what she did." she looked away, tossing the napkin in the garbage. "I can assure you that it won't happen again."

"Yeah?" she crossed her arms over her chest. "And can you assure that I won't see her again? Because if I do...I won't hesitate to kick her ass." he nodded.

"Yes." he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I promise." she stood there, not knowing what else to say. Her mind just went blank. "I really am sorry. And I know you probably don't believe me, but..."

"No. I do. After all, it wasn't your fault. It's not like you asked her to show up here acting like...some lunatic." he chuckled softly. "I just don't understand why you even got with her. What did you ever see in her? I thought you were attracted to classy women. You know, women with a head on their shoulders. This bitch doesn't even wanna try and make her own money. You were the one who got her that modeling job. You made everything come to reality for her. She wasn't willing to make a living. All she wanted to do was live off of you."

"I'm starting to ask myself that question." she peered in his eyes. "It's over between me and her. Seriously. I mean, how am I gonna make a future for myself if I keep running back to her whenever she calls? I wanna have a family of my own eventually." she nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do. But..." she hesitated. "That future isn't with me, is it?" he wasn't sure himself, but that was something he was hoping.

"I dunno. I wouldn't...mind, but...just like I said. I can't make you do anything you don't wanna do. You have to be willing to do it also. I mean...what's your heart telling you? If it's telling you to be with me, then I say let's go for it. But if it's not, then..." he shrugged his shoulders. "...there's really nothing I can do about that. We can just...continue being friends, ya' know? You can continue being my assistant..." she quickly invaded his lips with a deep kiss. He hesitantly attached his arms to her waist, never parting lips with hers.

"Mmm." she moaned, slowly breaking away. He peered in her eyes, realizing how composed she looked. This expression left him lost and deep in thought. He had no idea what was going on between them. He wasn't sure if they were friends or more than just that? "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." she apologized.

"I..."

"I'm gonna go back out there with your...mom and...Trace and..."

"No." he grasped her hand, pulling her towards him. "Not just yet." he leisurely leaned in, locking lips with hers.

"Mmm, stop it." she broke away. "I told you, we can't..." her eyes slowly watered up with solution. "I can't be more than a friend..."

"And why? Why?!" he raised his voice. "You still haven't given me a good reason why. You say you'll get distracted. You and I know that's bullshit." her bottom lip trembled with emotions. "Why won't you give us a chance?"

"I don't wanna get hurt." her voice cracked from the tears taking over over. "I have this theory about...trusting men celebrities because...they can never stay in a relationship. Too many women want them and..."

"I'm not just a celebrity and you know that." he interrupted. "I'm a human being. A man! And I treat women with the utmost respect. I think highly of women because they go through a lot of shit that I don't think...well can't even imagine myself going through. Birth? Um, those time of the month mood swings." she shook her head pathetically. "You women are very strong creatures. And that's something I love about ya'll." she gazed in his eyes, realizing how serious he became. "Please don't compare me to other celebrity men, because I'm not like them. I actually have a heart. And I know I may show it in funny ways. But that's just because I've been...token for granted practically all my life. And I refuse for it to happen again."

"Hmm, and that gives you a right to boss me around whenever you feel like it?" he shook his head.

"No. Hell no. Just like I said, I like to see you upset because...you look sexy when you are." she rolled her eyes.

"Mmm hmm. Sure I am. Well listen, I'm starting to get really hungry. So, you think we can um, talk about this later?" he smiled warmly.

"Sure. Why not." he followed her towards their table.
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After the radio station interview, they decided to head back home to prepare for the show at the club. "So Justin was like...surprised, ya know? He had this freaked out look on his face. Ahaha." Trace sat on the sofa laughing insanely. "I can't even tell you how funny that was. It still is. Hahahaaaa!!!" Nadia kept her eyes on him, chuckling at his behavior. "He was freaked out. He was..."

"All right, enough!" Justin entered the living room. "It wasn't that funny. But I can tell you after that...retard hit on you at the bar..."

"Oh don't even go there! No, no no!!" he stood up.

"What?" he held an innocent look. "I'm just tellin' the truth." he looked away, taking a bite out of his burger. "It's not so funny anymore, now is it?" he took another bite out of his burger. "Giselle?!!!" he called. "You guys comin' to the show?"

"I would love to go." Nadia answered.

"Yeah?" he looked away, immediately locking eyes Giselle. She stood there in another outfit, looking even more beautiful than before.

"Damn, Giselle. You look...hot." Trace blurted out. Justin quickly gazed at him, flashing him a warning look. "What? She is!" he put his focus back on her. "I can't help but tell the truth."

"Yeah, yeah. We heard ya'." he spoke in irritation. "Um..." he tried hard not to get distracted by her killer looks. "I just...wanted to know if you could call the limo driver and tell him to be here around five." she nodded.

"Sure." she turned, ambling the opposite direction. He watched her every move, finding it very difficult to peel his eyes off her.

"I know you like her." his was awoken by Trace's deep voice.

"What?" he looked his direction with a confused look on his face.

"I know you like her. I mean, who wouldn't? She's hot. And I don't know how you did it, but you're good. Pretty damn good." his expression never changed. He continued eying him as if he was some strange creature.

"I don't understand..."

"How long have you known her? 'Bout ten years?"

"Um, no. Almost." he nodded timidly. "Why? What does this have to do with anything?"

"And you haven't made a move on her yet? I mean...actually make a move. Like getting her in bed or something." his lips slowly curved into a smile. "What? Why are you smiling?" he shook his head.

"It's nothing." he looked away, taking a quick glimpse at Giselle who was still on the phone.

"Why don't you try asking her out." he suggested. Like he hadn't tried that already.

"Nah." he bit his lip in thought. "She's more into taking care of her daughter right now."

"You mean the one in Chicago? She hardly see her." he shrugged his shoulders.

"Your point would be? She's still her daughter." he reminded. "Well any way, I'm gonna go upstairs and get ready. I'll see you guys in a few." he ambled up the stairs to his room.

Thirty minutes later (4:44 p.m.)

Giselle knocked a few times on Justin's bedroom door, waiting patiently for an answer. "Come in!!!" a voice yelled on the other side of the door. She twisted the knob, slowly pulling the door open. "Who is that?" she peered in, automatically gazing in on him. He was positioned on his bed, drying out his damp hair with a towel, realizing the only thing he was wearing was a towel.

"I'm sorry. Should I come back another..."

"No. It's okay. Why don't you...come in." she hesitantly entered the room, closing the door behind her. "Was there something you wanted?" he stood to his feet, making his way towards the bathroom.

"Well..." she bit her lip in thought. "I just came to tell you that the...limo driver is outside waiting." she watched as he discarded his towel and tossed it in the closet. "Oh my..." she quickly turned her back to him. "You know, I could really just...come back when you're dressed."

"Why? Naked men make you nervous?" she shook her head, releasing a soft chuckle.

"No. They uhh, they actually make me horny." she slowly turned to face him.

"Well that's just too bad, huh?" he slipped on a pair of boxers. "I mean, after all...you're my assistant. Even when you're on duty or off duty." he rubbed in. She rolled her eyes.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. Just forget I even said it." he grabbed a pair of jeans, quickly slipping them on. "Can you remind me to stop by an ATM afterwards? I need a few..."

"You think you're slick, don't you?" she took a few steps towards him. "I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to test me. To see if I will break my word and you know what?" her eyes leisurely trailed up his figure. "I think it's working." his eyebrows raised in questioning.

"Excuse me?" she slipped her fingers through his belt loop, gradually pulling him towards her.

"I think I had a change of heart." he watched as she leaned in, meeting lips with his. Her hands trailed up underneath his shirt, caressing his manly chest.

"Giselle..." he broke away. "What are you doing? I mean, we can't do this. I don't want you to think that I was trying to make you change your mind about...giving me a chance. I want you to do what your heart tells you."

"And my heart is telling me to be with you." she spoke, meeting lips with his once again.

"Mmm, Giselle...you're gonna make the other side of me appear and I..."

"You mean the other side I witnessed a few weeks ago? Mmm, I loved that side of you." she pushed him on the bed and hovered over him.
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5:10 p.m.

Justin exited the bedroom, straightening out his outfit on his way towards the stair way. "All right, guys...we can leave." he ambled towards the front door. Giselle departed his room a few seconds later, quickly following everyone out of the house.

"Where have you been?" Nadia asked curiously. "I wanted to ask if you had some of that lip gloss with the cherry flavoring."

"Hmm. Is that what I'm tasting on my lips?" Justin blurted out while licking his lips. She sat across from him, flashing him a ridiculous look. "Tastes good."

"Okay, what exactly does that mean?" Trace asked curiously.

"It's nothing. He's just..." she looked away, wanting so badly to slap him. "Just ignore him." she gazed at him, observing the smirk on his face. "Eye problem?" he nodded.

"Yeah. As a matter-of-fact, I do."

"Really? Okay, well why don't you solve it."

"No problem." he leaned over, immediately invading her lips with a sweet kiss. Everyone sat there in total shock.

"Oh my god." Nadia covered her mouth in surprise.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it!" Trace blurted out. "Oh..." he gazed at Lynn who sat there eying him as if he was an insane man. "I'm sorry. I meant to say friggin'." he corrected. "My bad."

"Yeah, your bad." she spoke sarcastically.

Two months later (MTV Awards rehearsals) - 2:45 p.m.

Justin sat in front of a piano, playing the keyboard. He had less than four hours to rehearse his performance for the MTV awards being held at the music theatre in Los Angeles, and he'd been rehearsing for two hours. "Senorita, I feel for youuuu. You deal with things that you don't have toooo." the back-up singers song with him. "He doesn't love ya', I can tell by his charmmmm. But you can feel this real love. If you just lay in my armsss, armsss, arm, arm..." he signaled a stop sign.

"I'm sorry. Uhhh...can we try the last part again. You know the armsss armsss...that one. It sounded a little bit off key."

"Excuse me." he gazed at Giselle who approached him with a phone in her hand. "The phone is for you."

"Who is it?" he asked, accepting it from out of her hand.

"Mister Wright." he stood up, excusing himself. He quickly ambled to a more private area with the phone to his ear.

"You guys can continue rehearsing! Ahem, hello?" he bit his lip, listening closely to the other voice on the other end. "Yeah, why? What? Aw come on, Johnny. We've been rehearsing Senorita, Like I love you...no. That's not what I was planning on performing. Now why would I wanna do something like that? The song wasn't even released." he turned, immediately focusing in on Giselle who was chatting with one of the back-up singers. "Great." he spoke sarcastically. "I really could care less what he said. No. I don't understand. You have to make me understand, because...this shit is starting to piss me off. I don't understand why I can't sing whatever the hell I wanna sing. I was the one who put my time and effort into this album. I co-wrote all the songs...ahaha." he laughed pathetically. "Giselle?" he called, motioning her over. "Fine. If that's how you want it, then...yeah. My opinion never mattered to the company any way. I gotta go." he turned off the phone.

"What's up?"

"There's been a change of plans. Instead of Senorita, Johnny wants me to perform I just wanted you to know." she held a confused look.

"I just wanted you to know? What the...what the hell is I just wanted you to know? I've never heard the song before." he brushed pass her, making his way towards the piano.

"They haven't either." he referred to the singers. "Which means, I have to go over it with them. This is so fucking..." he forced himself to keep sane. "Just forget it. You think you can go get me a bottle of water?" she smirked in return.

"Sure, why not? Is there anything else you want before I go?" he flashed her a teasing look.

"A kiss." she shook her head.

"No. Not while I'm on duty." she ambled towards the door. "I'll be back." he took a seat at the piano.

"All right, guys. There's been a change of plans."

Around 6:45 p.m. (A few hours later)

Celebrities came in couples and some even showed up alone at the building where the awards were going to be held. Justin sat beside Giselle in a limousine on their way to the music theatre. "I love you too. All right, bye." he turned his cell off, slowly putting his focus back on his assistant. "What are you reading?" he asked, taking a glimpse at the mini book in her hands.

"A story."

"Oh yeah? What story?" she gawked to the side to stare at him. "What? Maybe I'm interested in reading or something." she rolled her eyes playfully.

"Yeah right. You reading? Now that's something I can't imagine." she put her gaze back on the book. "If you really wanna know, it's this romance story about..."

"This girl falling in love with this guy, right?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"It's the same shit. That's one of the things I don't like about romance stories, BUT they make up for that with the lil'...make out scenes. .I.E., sex for instance. Something I enjoyed doing with you last night."

"Justin..."

"What? You're not gonna tell me you didn't enjoy yourself, now are you?"

"It's not that. I just...I don't feel comfortable talking about these sorta things in the public." he gazed around the limousine with an hilarious look on his face.

"There's nobody in here but us." she met eyes with his. "What's the real reason why you don't wanna talk about this? Does it make you feel hot and...sexy?" she rolled her eyes. "Huh? Am I making you horny just talking about it?"

"Justin..." she flashed him a warning look. "Don't start with me. If I wanted, I would rape your ass right here and right now. But I won't, because..."

"Because...?" he persuaded her to continue.

"Because we're in a limo. That's why."

"Pishhh. Haha. Brilliant excuse. Brilliant, I say." he spoke sarcastically. They finally pulled up in front of the building and stepped out of the limo. Immediately they were blown away by screaming fans and paparazzi's flashing cameras at them. The two ambled down the red carpet that led inside the building.

JUSSTTIINNNNN!!!! ARE YOU COMING OUT WITH A DVD FOR THE NEW ALBUM?!!!! a reporter shouted.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH MISS VASZUELA!!! IS SHE PREGNANT WITH YOUR BABY?!!!! he quickly entered the building, not bothering to answer any questions.

"I would've been stupid to get Valeria pregnant." he spoke, shaking his head pathetically. After taking a seat in his assigned seat, the show immediately began. "Almost missed it." he whispered.

WE WILL LIKE TO PRESENT MISS JOAHNNA...

An hour had passed and Justin was the next act scheduled to appear on stage. "How's my hair?" he asked Giselle. She gazed at him, nodding her head in response. "I'm not sure what that means. Is that good or bad? Haha. Nah, I'm just kiddin'." he gulped down some of his water. "I'm gonna go now." she watched him head towards the stage area.

Moments later, she could hear music playing. She decided to take a seat on one of the sofas in the backstage area while she waited. "I can't do it. I told you..." she looked away, gazing at a familiar woman who had entered the room. "Kevin won't go for it. So you can just tell him to forget about it. Yep." she turned her phone off, immediately locking eyes with hers. "Oh...I didn't realize you were sitting there. I'm Britney." she took a seat beside her.

"Giselle." her smile faded instantly.

"Giselle? As in...you're Justin's assistant, right?" she nodded. "Wow. I'm finally getting to meet you. After all the years you've been working for him. Hmm." she eyed her down. "You guys are seeing each other now, correct?"

"Um...I really prefer not to talk about that. But um, you guys dated. For three years, right?"

"Four actually." she corrected. "So tell me, when did Justin decide to...hook up with you? I'm just dying to know. I mean, how did he approach you? Did he ask you out on a date or...just came straight out and said it?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, he was always the type to go around what he actually means. Like, if he wanted to have sex, he'll ask you out on a date first. Get what I'm saying?" she lowered her eyes at her.

"No. I don't get what you're saying. Shouldn't you be...preparing for your performance or something?"

"Oh, well I go on in thirty minutes. I will love to talk to you some more. Let me give you my number." she pulled out a pen and grabbed a hold to her hand. "Call me in the morning or afternoon. Those are my best times." she sat there in disbelief. The last thing she would want to do is talk to an ex of Justin's. "Okay." she stood to her feet. "See you later, chica."

"Whatever." she mumbled.
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...you strangely seduce me
just the way you say hello
This may sound quite forward
but honey, is there somewhere we can go?

Justin rushed backstage, wiping himself down with a towel. "Wooo!!! That felt good!!" he fell onto the sofa beside Giselle. "Wassup, cutie? You know...I was thinking...you wanna maybe go out sometimes?" he teased. She crossed her arms over her chest, never taking her eyes off him. "What's wrong? Cat got ya' tongue? Ahaha."

"I just ran into your ex." he held a baffled look.

"Who? Valeria?" she shook her head.

"Nope. Miss Spears." his eyes lit up.

"Britney? Wow." he looked away, still a little surprised about the whole situation. "I haven't seen her in ages. What did she want?" she shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, the usual. She played the little...'get rid of your ex's girlfriend' game." he scrunched his nose up in disgust.

"Aw man." he groaned, rubbing his fingers through his hair. "Do me a favor. Just stay out of her way for me, okay? We've had enough problems with Valeria. We don't need some other ex popping up in the picture."

The after party

Justin and Giselle stepped out of the limousine and ambled towards the club where the after party was. "If you see Trace, tell me. He said he was gonna meet us down here." they entered the dimmed room, immediately being blown away by loud music.

She give me money
(I ain't sayin' she a gold digger)
When I'm in need
(She just ain't messin' with no broke nigga)

"I found an area." he grasped her hand, leading her through the crowded room to a love sofa all the way in the back. She took a seat, getting comfortable. "You want anything to drink?" he spoke into her ear, being that it was really loud from the music playing.

"Yeah. A bacardi." she watched him disappear through the crowd. Her eyes focused in on the dancing bodies moving across the room to the music. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. And she hadn't located a celebrity yet which was something she was looking forward to.

"Hey, chica!!" she watched as Britney rushed towards her. "I've been looking all over for you." she spoke, taking a seat beside her. "Where's Justin?" she asked, gazing around the room for him.

"He's...here. Why? What are you...I mean, I thought you told me to call you." she smiled massively.

"Yeah, we can still talk over the phone. I just wanted to see what you guys were up to. Hey, can I ask you something? While you guys were having sex, did he happen to go down on you?" she sat there completely absentminded by the words that just came out of her mouth. "I mean, the man is...amazing at that. He went down on me thousands of times and it was just...to die for. Haha."

"Britney?" she looked away, locking eyes with Justin. "What are you doing?"

"Oh..." she stood to her feet. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to...interrupt whatever you guys were up to. How are you, by the way?" he stood there with a glass of alcohol in each hand.

"I'm good." Giselle looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. This was really an odd moment for her, because this was something she wasn't expecting. "If you don't mind, I will like to get by." she looked away, realizing she was blocking his path.

"Oh, yeah. I'm totally sorry." she stepped aside, allowing him to take his seat by Giselle.

"Here you go." he handed her a glass of bacardi.

"Thank you." she spoke with a smile.

"So..." he began, quickly taking a sip of his drink. "How did you like the awards? Did you enjoy yourself?" Britney stood there watching as they ignored her, pretending as if she wasn't there.

"Yeah, I did. I especially liked the part when you were on stage." she flirted. "You're a great performer. On stage, as well as in bed." he cleared his throat, slowly leaning over to sit his glass down on one of the tables in front of them.

"You're not too bad yourself. I got that." he grabbed her drink, sitting it beside his. "I um...there's been something I've been dying to do all day." she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Oh really? And what is that?" he leisurely leaned in, locking lips with hers. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair as she slowly accepted his tongue. She stroked his diligently, instantly feeling this chill run down her spine. "Mmm." he sucked sweetly on her bottom lip, only teasing her. "Haha, you're such a tease." he broke away, licking his lips afterwards.

"No I'm not." he disagreed, quickly taking a sip of his drink. "I just like to...spice things up a little."

"Mmm hmm." she spoke sarcastically.

Two days later (9:11 a.m.)

Giselle's daughter came into town the other night to see her. She stepped out of the car, making her way towards the mansion in front of her. "You got everything?" she asked Oteriah, her four year old daughter.

"Yessie! Yessie!"

"I'll hold this." she grabbed the book bag from her. "You remember Justin, right?" she reached up, ringing the doorbell to the manor.

"Juthin? Nstink?" she broke out laughing.

"No. No Nstink." she whispered. "Say Nsync. Ahaha." the door flew open, revealing the handsome guy. She stood up, immediately locking eyes with his. He stood there with that famous smirk on his face. "You? Answering doors?" she shook her head pathetically. "This world is coming to an end." she joked.

"Very funny." he gazed in on the little girl standing beside her mother, holding a Barbie doll in her hand. "Look at what we have here. It's the beautiful, adorable Tee Tee." she waved excitedly. "Haha. How has the little princess been doing?"

"Mommy hongy (hungry). I hongy!!" she spoke, rubbing her stomach.

"Ahaha. Okay." he grasped her hand, leading her further inside. "You're in luck. I just went grocery shopping the other day." he entered the kitchen, carefully sitting her on top of the counter. "What do you want? We have snacks. Cereal...chips..."

"No snacks. Not so early in the morning." he pouted playfully.

"See, mothers always try to ruin it for their children." he whispered. "Don't tell her I said that." she stood there, lowering her eyes at him. "Um, I guess we can eat some of this food Nelly cooked."

"I heard that." she spoke, brushing pass him. "What's wrong with grits and eggs? She even cooked your favorite, hash browns."

"Has bown! Hass bownnn!!" she spoke excitedly while clapping her hands.

Giselle grabbed a plate and stood over the stove, quickly preparing Oteriah a plate. "What do I have on the schedule for today?" he asked, standing behind her, watching her every move.

"Today happens to be your free day." she slowly turned to face him. "But some of those have their advantages, right?" she brushed pass him, sitting the plate of food in front of Oteriah. "Eat up."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" she grabbed the gallon of orange juice from out of the refrigerator. "Was that like...one of those supposed to be funny sentences but wasn't funny sentences?" she flashed him an awkward look.

"I beg your pardon? I didn't understand a word you just said. If you think I was trying to be funny, then you're wrong." she sat the cup of juice aside. "I was trying to hint that you have a few visitors coming over today. You remember? Your parents were supposed to come and spend the day with you." his eyes immediately shot wide open.

"What? Damn! How could I have forgotten? Shit." he then noticed that a child was in his presence. "I mean...shoot." he corrected, quickly departing the kitchen. "When are they coming over?" she shrugged her shoulders.

"Probably some time in the afternoon."

Meanwhile...

After Justin had hopped out of the shower, he threw on an outfit. "You strangely seduce meeeee..." he song. "...with just your mere words helloooo. Dada Daaaa." he stood in front of the mirror, running a comb over his hair. A knock on the door interrupted him. "Uh, come in!" the door crept open, revealing the familiar woman.

"Hey." he looked away, watching as Giselle entered the room and closed the door.

"Wassup?" he sat the comb down, observing himself in the mirror. "This may sound a bit forwardddd..." he turned, walking towards the closet. "...but honey, is there somewhere we can goooo." he continued singing. She took a seat on the bed, fiddling with her fingers in boredom. "You okay?"

"Um..." she lifted her head to gaze at him. "I guess." she watched as he took a seat beside her, slipping on a pair of socks one by one.

"You don't look okay." she looked away, refusing to look at him because it would only make her more nervous. What she had to tell him probably would have weakened their love or even strengthened it. She just didn't know what to expect from this point in time. "You wanna talk about it?" she shook her head. "No?" he bit his lip in thought. "Why? Is it...personal? Is it something you can only talk to with a woman?" she chuckled softly.

"No." she sniffled, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. The moment he realized she was crying, he knew it couldn't have been good.

"What is it?" he kneeled in between her legs. "Maybe I could help, but you have to tell me. What's going on? Was it...something I did?" she shook her head.

"No. Ahem..." she cleared the lump in her throat. "We both had something to do with this."

"Well if I was a part of this, don't you think the fair thing to do is let me know? I mean, it can't be that bad, right?" she peered in his eyes as she debated on whether to tell him or not.

"I'm pregnant." his face from relaxed went to surprised.

"What?" he sat there completely lost with words. How could he have gotten her pregnant? He remembered using protection, except for that day they were drunk. The first time they ever did it. "Oh my god."

...to be continued

the songs that were featured in this chapter are:
Senorita by Justin Timberlake
I just wanted you to know by Justin Timberlake
Gold digger by Kanye West

Moments later (12:34 p.m.)

Author's note: I got the translations from a site so please, if they are off then I apologize.

continued...

Justin still couldn't get over the fact that Giselle was actually pregnant with his baby. Everything seemed to be moving so fast. They hadn't even been together for five months and she was already pregnant?

His mother Lynn and step father Paul finally made it. He spent a few minutes talking with Paul out back where the pool was located. And Lynn helped Giselle prepare lunch in the kitchen since the maid was off. "It's not like Justin to not wear protection while having sex." Lynn spoke while dicing up a bell pepper. "He's more smarter than that. I just think that...that is a huge sign that he really likes you. Because the majority of times, he wouldn't hesitate to slip a condom on. Haha."

"You think? I mean..." she exhaled softly. "The thing is...I'm not like him. Color wise and..."

"He is not thinking about that. Believe me. I taught my son better than that. And I also taught him to wrap it up when he's gonna have sex with some girl. How many times have you guys done it without using protection? If you mind me asking."

"Um, once. That night when we were drunk. We um...just had came back from a press conference for his new movie Alpha Dog and...it was late." she hesitated. "He invited me inside for a few drinks. We talked and somehow...things led to another. All I could remember was waking up in his bed...completely naked."

"Mommy! Mommy!!" Oteriah ran in the kitchen with two Barbie dolls in her hands.

"Excuse me." she kneeled in front of the little girl. "Yes?"

"Pay dollie with me? I need you to pay Stacy." she smiled warmly.

"Not now, okay? Give me 'bout a half hour."

"Otay." she watched the four year old run out of the kitchen.

"Any way..." she stood up, finishing where she left off. "Maybe his intentions weren't to get me pregnant because after all...we were drunk when it happened. Not just that, he seemed a little surprised when I told him." a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "I'm his friggin' assistant for Christ sake. I'm starting to think I made a mistake letting him in. I should've stuck to my plan. My plans were not to get with him because for some reason...when you hook up with a celebrity, things happen. I can't say our relationship was perfect when we were friends, but..." she paused, gathering up all her thoughts. "I dunno."

"You seem to have a lot on your mind. Let me ask you something. Do you love Justin?" she slowly looked away, locking eyes with hers. "Seriously love him."

"Of coarse I do. He's...basically the only person I could trust." she tossed the chopped up onions in a mixing bowl. "Why? Do you think that...he loves me? I mean, he tells me frequently. I'm just curious to if he really lo..."

"If he tells you that he loves you, then he does. My son don't just up and tell someone that he loves them. Especially if he doesn't mean it." she looked away, inhaling sharply.

"So like I was saying..." Justin turned to face Paul. "What do you think of her?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Like I said, after knowing her for seven years...I'm just now realizing how special she is. We've been through some shit and...sometimes I even felt like killing her, but...I love her too much."

"You sure she's who you wanna be with? I could just remember you saying the same thing about Britney a few years ago."

"Well yeah. I did love Britney. But that was a thing in the past. She cheated on me and...that was it. I trust Giselle wouldn't do anything like that. I have faith in her. I believe in her and I wanna be with her. She's having my baby. I think it's only fair that we get married, right?" Paul stood there, not sure what to say.

"Have you spoken to Randall about this?" he shook his head.

"You know, you're more of a father to me than he is. I barely see my father. And that's why I came to you first. I want your opinion. Your thoughts on this. Randall doesn't have a right to know. I don't even consider him as my father. A real man doesn't leave his child and wife because of some little...miscommunication. Besides that, even if I were to talk to him and he somehow wanted me to do something else...it's not like I would listen. He doesn't make me happy. Giselle does."

"You're right. So all I can say is...do what your heart tells you. Do what makes you feel happy." he smiled kindly.

"Thanks. And uh, I will do just that."

"Ahahaha!!!!!" Giselle scrunched over, holding her stomach in pain. "Oh my...god. That's the same thing I said. Hahaha!!" she laughed deafeningly. "I'm sorry. That was just...too funny. Whew!" she poured a certain amount of oil in the pan with the peppers. "I have this theory about...telling people my business, ya' know? Especially what goes on in the bedroom. But I feel so comfortable talking to you about it. I dunno why. I just feel that I can trust you with that type of information." she cleared her throat. "No wonder you and Justin are so close. You're one of those...cool moms. Ahaha."

"Thank you. I just try to be understanding, because I know how it is to be a young adult. I was once."

"Yeah."

"What's goin' on in herre?" Justin spoke in a country accent. "Mmm, do I smell omelet? Ahaha." he stood behind Giselle, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Why does that line sound so familiar?"

"Saturday night live. Two-thousand three." he kissed her on the cheek. "Might I add, the greatest moments of my life." he released her, quickly lifting the lids to the pans and pots on the stove.

"Hey..." Lynn pointed at him. "What did I tell ya' about going through the pots while I'm cooking?"

"Sorry, ma'." he grabbed a few Oreo cookies from out of the cookie jar sitting by the coffee machine. "I'm hungry. You guys need to hurry it up." they both gazed his direction with serious looks on their faces. "I uhh, I take that as a sign to shut up."

"You're so right." Giselle responded.

"I'm gonna just go out there and um, see what my dad is doing." he pecked both of them on the cheek. "See you ladies later."
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Everyone sat at the table outside by the pool eating lunch. "I have to tell ya' this. I just couldn't hold it in much longer." Justin dipped a spicy chicken wing in a container of blue cheese. "This was the first time Justin ever discovered a hard on." he froze, quickly locking eyes with his mother's.

"Mom..." he began."

"Aw relax. It's just your girlfriend. Any way, like I was saying. Justin came to me one morning when we were on our way to church. He had to be probably fourteen. Maybe thirteen, I dunno. But any way, he was like...'Mom, my pee wee is hurting' ahaha." Giselle sat there with this huge smile on her face. "So I told him to let me take a look. When I went to go look, he was on hard. Fully hard. He then tells me that he woke up like that and he didn't know what to do. He got scared and all." Justin sat there with this embarrassed look on his face.

"Aw...that was just too cute." he lowered his eyes at her. "What? It was. Discovering your first hard on. Hmm, must've been scary. Haha."

"And is that supposed to be funny?" he chewed on his chicken wing. "These are by far the best wings I've ever tasted."

"Thank Giselle. She add her own sauce to it."

"Mmm. It's delicious." he glanced at her. "You have to start making these more often."

"Um..." Giselle hesitated. "I spoke to Britney the other day." they all gazed at her with questioning looks on their faces.

"Britney? Which one? Justin's ex?" Paul asked curiously.

"Yep. That one. She was telling me about their relationship and all. She told me that he proposed to her, but they kept it to themselves." Paul and Lynn were both surprised. Even Justin, because he had no clue what she was saying. "She said that no one was supposed to know until they had gotten married." she shrugged her shoulders. "Somethin' like that."

"Is that true?" Lynn asked. "You really proposed to Britney and didn't tell us?"

"No." he answered quickly. "That's not true. I can't...I don't understand why she would lie about something like that. First Valeria shows up embarrassing me in front of ya'll, now this? You guys will have to excuse me for a minute." he stood up, pushing in his chair.

"Are you gonna be okay?" his mother asked in concern. "You need me to..."

"I'll be fine. And I'll be back, so don't cut the cake without me." Giselle watched him enter the house.

"Damn." she mumbled. "Maybe I should've kept that to myself."

"No, he's just...he'll be fine. Why don't you uhhh go see what he's doing. I would, but...I don't want him thinking I'm trying to be all up in his business."

"Um, all right. Be right back." she stood up, slowly making her way in the house. She gazed around for him the further she had entered the house. On her way to the kitchen, she could hear a muffling sound. She followed the sound in the kitchen, immediately focusing in on Justin. He stood against the counter talking on the phone.

"...and that wasn't funny. I don't appreciate you lying about things like that." he looked up, locking eyes with Giselle's. "Don't do it again. I have to go." he turned the phone, gradually turning his back to her.

"Everything okay?" she approached him, fiddling with her fingers nervously. "I didn't mean to bring that up. I should've just kept it to myself."

"No. I'm actually glad you brought that up, and..." he turned to face her. "Do me a favor and don't talk to her again." she nodded.

"Sure. That won't be a problem." he moved in closer her, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist. "You still wanna go shopping later on? Maybe I could get that...thong I was tellin' you about." he chuckled softly.

"I'd be stupid to say no to that."

Hours later (4:45 p.m.)

"Thank you." Justin stepped out of the limousine after Giselle and his bodyguard. "This has got to be the place." they held hands, quickly entering the jewelry store. "Um...baby, why don't you go with Larry. If you find something you like, just get it okay? Here." he handed her a credit card. "Have fun."

"Um, all right." he watched the two walk off. He then made his way to the ring display a few feet away from him.

"Hello." he gazed at a woman wearing an apron with the word Tiffany printed in the center. "Can I help you with something?"

"Um, actually yeah. You see Tiffany, I was look..."

"I'm sorry. My name isn't Tiffany. I'm Leanne. Tiffany is the name of the store." his eyes lit up in surprise.

"Oh...ahaha. I'm sorry. I saw the...the big sign on the building and uh...never mind. Any way, I'm looking for your wedding rings. Your best ones. Oh and could we hurry?" he whispered. "I wanna get it before my girlfriend comes back."

"Oh, no problem."

An half hour later, Giselle met back up with Justin at the watch display. "Found what you were lookin' for?" she spoke in his ear.

"Huh?" he quickly gazed at her. "Um, yeah. I was just...checkin' out these watches. What about you?" she held up a miniature bag. "What's that?"

"It's a necklace. Don't worry. It was only a few grand."

"That's fine. Come on." he held her hand, leading her towards the exit. "I wanna stop by one more place before we head back home."

"It was so nice of your mother to watch Oteriah while we shopped." he smiled tenderly.

"Yeah. She's a cool mom. Haha." they both sat in the limo and headed off to their next destination. "Um...can I ask you something?" she gawked his direction with a smile on her face.

"Sure. Anything." he licked his lips, hesitant to go on.

"Have you ever thought about marriage?" she bit her lip in thought. "I mean, you know...if things were going well with the person you're with..."

"Are you trying to...ask me something? I mean, I just have this feeling that you wanna ask me something, but...just can't come out and say it." he looked away putting his focus out the window. "You know you can ask me. What is it?" she asked, grasping his hand in hers.

"It can wait. Really." he assured. The two had finally made it to a restaurant a few miles up the road.

"A restaurant? This is where you wanted to go?" he held her hand, helping her out of the vehicle.

"Stop askin' questions. You supposed to accept things when someone is trying to do something nice for you. Especially your boyfriend." he led her inside the building. She gazed around, realizing the room was empty.

"Hmm. Did they just open or..."

"No." he searched for the owner of the restaurant. "I made an arrangement with the owner. He agreed to have me rent the place out for a few grand." she flashed him a confused look. "There he is." he approached the older guy sitting at a table. "Hi." he greeted. The man looked up, immediately smiling.

"Hey, Justin." he stood up, shaking his hand in response. "So good you could make it. Um, how long did you say? Two hours?"

"Two to three, if that's fine."

"Okay. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. The waitress will be out in a minute so...find a table." he turned, ambling towards the back where the kitchen was located.

"Justin...you did not." he lead her to a table. "Why couldn't we eat with everyone else? You had to do this?" he pulled a chair out for her.

"Sit down." she rolled her eyes, slowly taking a seat in the specific chair. "Just accept things. Why are you always complaining? I wanted to rent out a restaurant so that me and my girlfriend could he in peace without some...fan interrupting us. Is that a good enough excuse for you?" she crossed her arms over her chest.

"How much did you pay that guy to do this?" he looked away, watching as a woman approached them.

"Hold that thought." the waitress stood at their table, smiling at them.

"Hello, I'm Juliette your waitress. Shall I tell you our special for this evening?"

"That would be great." he spoke with a smile. "But first, do you have um...remyred..."

"We sure do, Mister Timberlake. Would you like that with a bucket of ice?" he nodded.

"Sure. I already know what I want. I'll take the lobster special. A side order of biscuits and um..." he quickly scanned the list. "I guess that's it." he gazed at Giselle.

"I'll have the same. Thank you."

"I will be right back with your drinks." she turned on her heel, walking off. The two finally met eyes after a moment of silence.

"Um...about our conversation in the limo. You know the...marriage subject." she peered in his eyes, waiting patiently for him to proceed. "Since you're gonna have my baby and...since I love you and you love me..." she rolled her eyes playfully. "Let's do it." she raised her eyebrows in questioning.

"Do what?"

"Here's your wine." the waitress sat a bucket of ice in the center of the table with a bottle of wine. "Your meals are on it's way."

"Thank you." before he continued, he decided to wait for the waitress to vanish. "Like I was saying..."

"Do you mind?" she asked, pointing to the wine.

"Oh...sure." he grabbed her glass, carefully pouring her some of the wine. "There you go. You can only have a little...since you're pregnant and all." she took a sip of the substance, moaning in satisfaction.

"Damn. Why did I have to be pregnant at a time like this? Haha." he laughed faintly. "You know, our relationship as changed dramatically since we've been together."

"I agree. That's why I've made up my mind." she sat her glass down, never peeling her eyes off him. "I think we should..."

"I'm sorry, sir. Your food is ready." he looked up, watching as the waitress sat a plate of food in front of them. "Your biscuits." she sat a bowl of biscuits aside. "Will there be anything else?"

"Um...no." he smiled. "You've done enough. Thank you." she smiled, making her way back to the kitchen. "Listen, Giselle...there's something I wanna tell you. But let me just come out and say it before there's anymore interruptions. I wanna know if you would like to..." a ringing device interrupted him. "Damnit!" he grabbed his phone, gazing at the caller ID. "Shit. It's my mom." he turned the phone off, resting it beside his ear. "Hello? Hey, um...no. No no. That's okay. Really? Okay, well it should be another two or three hours. Aight, bye." he turned off the phone. "Sorry about that."

"That's fine." she spoke, chewing on her lobster. "Mmm, this is really good."

"As I was saying, before I was interrupted. I'm not too good with speeches and all. Besides, you should know how much you mean to me. Any way, um...I wanna ask you a very personal question. Answer yes or no, okay?" she nodded.

"Sure."

"Will you..."

"Justin?!" a woman shouted. He quickly looked away, gazing at his ex-girlfriend.

"Valeria? How...what are you doing here?" he stood up. She stood there with her arms over her chest.

"Is this what you do? First you demand me not to be friends with you anymore and now this? Vous stupide, inconsidéré, non bon, deux fait face au bâtard!!! (You stupid, inconsiderate, no good, two faced bastard!!!) "

"Ummm, what did you just say?" Giselle asked curiously.

"I am so sorry." he apologized. "Excuse me. Could someone please escort her out? I dunno how she got in here." the owner approached their table.

"Who are you?" he asked, flashing Valeria a strange look. "You have to go." she stuck her middle finger up at him.

"Fuck you. Fuck all of you!!!! You son of a bitch!" she swung her hand, slapping Justin across the face. "Chienne! (Bitch!)." she turned, ambling towards the front door. He sat there gritting his teeth angrily.

"God, I..." he held his head down, completely lost with words. "I don't know what to say. I know I promised she wouldn't do this again, and..."

"No. It's not your fault." she wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin. "Let's just try and enjoy the rest of the night, okay?" he nodded timidly.

"Yeah." he fiddled with his food, still trying to get over what had just happened. What was he going to do? If Valeria kept showing up things were going to be hectic between them.

Meanwhile...

Justin and Giselle sat in the limousine, slowly pulling off. He grabbed the remote to the mini television in front of them and pressed power. "I think I...missed the game." she laid back, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Tonight was really...some night, don't you think?" she grabbed his hand, fiddling with his fingers in boredom. "I still can't believe Valeria showed up there. And how did she know we were there to begin with?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"I dunno. She probably followed us with her...crazy ass." he changed the channel to the music station.

...cause I'm a ryder
Soul Survivor

"I wanna ask you something, but first..." he pulled out his cell phone. "Let me turn this off before someone decides to call...while I'm in the middle of it." she chuckled softly, watching as he powered off his phone. "Aight um..." she sat up, peering deeply in his eyes. "You know I love you and...I know we haven't been together for a long time and...and I know you're probably gonna say no, but...I'm gonna come out and ask you any way."

"Why would I say no? I mean, you know I love you too."

"I know." he bit his lip interestingly. "I just want you to know that you mean the world to me." a smile slowly formed across her lips. "And..." he paused. "I will do anything for you." he rubbed his forehead, feeling completely nervous. "Damn. I...I don't remember feeling so nervous in my entire life. Except for the day the group and I performed for the first time in front of thousands of people. Haha." she giggled softly.

"Justin...will you marry me?" his eyes lit up in disbelief.

"Excuse me? I mean..."

"I know that's what you want to ask me. I mean, why would you rent out a restaurant for eighty thousand dollars? Then stop by a jewelry store before hand." he sat there eying her down captivatingly.

"Now I know why I hired you as my assistant." she broke out laughing. "You're smart as hell. Haha."

"Thank you." he leaned in, pecking her on the lips.

"I love you. Oh and here." he pulled out a black suede box. She watched as she slid a diamond ring on her ring finger. "Now it's official." she gazed at the ring in astonishment.

"Wow. How...you mind me asking how much this was? This is a big rock."

"It cost a grip. But um, that's not what's important." she locked eyes with his. "You and I...you have to promise me that you won't let anything come between us. Like Valeria or Britney for instance. Those girls are in the past. You...you are my future, but we won't have a future if you let them get to you. So you have to promise that nothing will come between us." she nodded.

"I promise." he smiled massively. "I love you." she met lips with his, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mmm." his hand trailed up her thigh, instantly gripping her butt cheek. "Haha. Justin..." she slid his hand away. "Stop." she whispered.

"Why?" she laid down as he climbed on top of her. "No one can see us. The windows are tented."

"So? That doesn't mean we're supposed to have sex in the car."

"Who said we were having sex? I was thinking maybe we could...you know? Play touchy feely." she sat up, straightening out her top. "Mmm." he groaned, kissing her neck sweetly.

"Justin..." she began. "My bra..." he watched as she fiddled with her top. "You unhooked it." she muttered. "Asshole."

"My bad. I was just tryin' to...catch a feel." he spoke innocently. "Here, let me help you with that." he slid his hands under her top, quickly tugging on her bra, and yanking it off her. "Haha." she sat there in shock.

"You...jerk. Give me that." she reached out for it, but he held it back.

"Nope. I tell you what..." he licked his lips, slowly trailing his eyes down her figure. "Let me touch 'em first, then I'll give it back to you." she lowered her eyes at him.

"Justin..."

"Come on. It'll only take a second." he pouted playfully. "Please. Pretty pweese." she rolled her eyes.

"All right. But only a second." she watched as he groped both of her breasts, squeezing here and there.

"Ooohh." he closed his eyes, focusing on the touch of her nice, soft breasts. "Damn. So...firm and..." she lowered her eyes at him.

"You said a second." she reminded.

"Yeah, I know. Um, one more thing before we..." he lifted her shirt, removing it from her body.

"Justin..." she quickly covered herself with her hands. "This is insane. Give me back my shirt now." he leaned in, kissing and sucking on her right nipple teasingly. This kind of through her off for a second. "Jus...mmm." she bit her lip in pleasure. "Why do you do this to me?" she arched her back, releasing a soft moan.

"Haha. I don't hear you complaining now." she giggled faintly. He persistently nibbled and sucked on her nipple, pinching and twirling his fingers around her other one.

"Oh god." she gripped a portion of his hair, forcing her moans in. "We have to stop." he sucked more forcibly, hearing her whimper afterwards.

"It's okay." he assured, grazing his index finger over her lips. She slightly opened her mouth, sucking tenderly on his finger. "I hate you." she moaned.

"Well I hate you more." she rolled over on her stomach, concentrating on his hand that trailed down her back. He lifted her skirt, groping her butt firmly. "I just love this ass."

"Mmm, I bet you do." She shut her eyes, enjoying the touch of his tongue grazing her sensitive spot. "Ohhh..." she gasped faintly. "Ooohhh, oh godddd. Fuck!" she panted heavily. She just loved when he would do this, because it had to be the best feeling in the world.

Four weeks later (Alpha Dog Premiere)

Author's note: I got the translations from a site so please, if they are off then I apologize.

The Alpha Dog premiere was an hour away, and Justin and Giselle were just now leaving their hotel. "We should be leaving like now. We're already late as it is." Justin peered out of his room for a sign of his bodyguard. He focused in on the heavy set guy standing a few feet away from their room. "Great. Come on!" he rushed.

"Hold your horses." Giselle followed him out of the room and down the hall with the bodyguard. As soon as they rounded the corner, they immediately focused in on a group of girls standing in the lobby area.

"We were told that Justin Timberlake is at this hotel." one of the girls spoke to the clerk.

"Shit." he froze, taking a few steps back. "Giselle..." he whispered. "Maybe we should find another way out."

"Right this way." one of the girls gazed at them, immediately screaming.

"There he is!!! Jusssstttiiinnnnn!!!!!" they ran after them. Robert, the bodyguard lead the two out back.

"Hurry! We're out back." he spoke on a walkie talkie. Moments later, a limo came speeding towards them. "Get in."

"Jussssttiinnnn!!!! I love youuuuuuuu!!!" they sat in the limo and drove off.

"Hahaha!!" Giselle sat there laughing hysterically. He gawked her direction, flashing her a confused look.

"Is something funny?" she held her stomach in pain. "We were nearly mobbed and you're sitting here laughing."

"I'm sorry. I just...I don't remember having that much fun." he returned an hilarious look.

"That was fun to you?" he asked, pointing to the girls who were still running after the vehicle. "I don't get you. Do you even realize what they would've done to us if they caught us? They probably would've ripped us apart." he sat back, putting his focus on the TV in front of them.

"What's your problem? So what? They were chasing us. The most important thing is that they didn't catch us."

"It's nothing. You will never understand. This happened to me hundreds of times and it wasn't a laughing matter to me. Being chased by crazed fans is scary. It's scary as hell. Because even if one of 'em caught me..." he shook his head pathetically.

"What? You would've went crying to your momma?" she rolled her eyes, slowly putting her focus out the window. "You're making a big deal out of something so not worth it. It was fun to me, because...unlike you...I have an imagination." he flashed his eyes at her.

"So you're saying I have no imagination? Is that what you're tellin' me?" there they were, fighting again. For the fifth time this week. "Why don't you do us both a favor and just shut up. Don't talk unless I say so. That's what assistants do." she sat there in total shock.

"Excuse me? Do I look like your lap dog or something? Assistants plan their immature, annoying bosses schedules. And maybe even fuck 'em." he held that grin on his face. The look when he was trying to be smart. "I've said this once and I'll say it again. I will not be controlled, you hear me? And yes! Just because I'm your assistant doesn't mean you can tell me what to do. Unlike you, I don't need an assistant to plan my schedule. I make my own rules. You, whether you believe it or not, you're told what to do every day. By people you hardly know, might I add."

"Is that so? Why are you talking to me? Why are you even...saying a word to me?" she crossed her arms over her chest. "It's just like you women to try and tell a man what to do. You think you own us. Well not me. I won't be token for granted."

"Oh my god. Is that the excuse you have? I'm trying to own you? Who the fuck do I look like to you? I am not Johnny, okay? I am not your stupid ex, so don't try and make me look like the bad guy. Usted me hace enfermo (You make me sick)." she mumbled.

He gazed at her, sizing her up a bit. He didn't remember the last time she had ever spoken in Espanol. This was definitely a sign that she was upset. Really upset. "You wanna speak in Spanish now? Why won't you say what you have to say in English? Huh? You scared I will offend you and...maybe hurt your little feelings?"

"Pisshh. Please. Nobody is afraid of you, okay? Oh and for the record, it's espanol not Spanish...idiot."

"Chienne (Bitch)." he responded.

"Oh..." her eyes lit up in surprise. "Now you're speaking French here? I should've known you would've token some lessons from that...slutty girlfriend of yours."

"Whatever."

They made it at the premiere ten minutes to eight. The two stepped out of the limo, immediately being hit with flashes of light coming from the cameras.

JUSTINNNNN!!! DID THE ROLE YOU PLAY REFLECT ON YOUR CHARACTER IN REAL LIFE?! a reporter shouted.

CAN YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT THE MOVIE?!!! he grasped Giselle's hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. After arguing in the limo, he wanted to pretend like nothing happened. She just hated when he'd do that. He froze, smiling for the camera.

"Mister Timberlake, how was it playing someone the total opposite of you?" the host asked. "In this movie, your character seems to be this...tough, thug like guy. With these tattoos all over your body."

"Um, yeah. It was actually fun. I enjoyed myself."

"And this guy...what is his..."

"Frankie." he added.

"Frankie, yes. Did you have to do a little research for your character or..."

"Um, no research. It was one of those characters you see almost every day in the streets...selling drugs. I didn't have to research for Josh either. Which is the guy I play in Edison, so it was easy. Piece of cake." he spoke with a laugh. Giselle stood beside him, not bothering to say a word. He wanted her to talk only when he said, so she was going to do just that.

"And here is the lovely Giselle. How are you doing?" she smiled in return. "Where are you guys planning to go after the premiere? Maybe partying or something?" she shrugged her shoulders. "Hmm, I see. Well..." he gazed back at Justin. "It was nice talking to you. I heard this movie was really good. So, I hope you two enjoy yourselves."

"Thank you. And we'll try."

"All right. See you in there." Justin held Giselle's hand, pulling her along.

"I can't believe you just did that." he spoke through clenched teeth. "What the hell's the matter with you?" she yanked her hand away. "Haha oh..." he tried so hard not to make a scene. Especially at his movie premiere. "Why don't we just pretend like we didn't come here together. Is that what you wanna do? Act like strangers?" she looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine. You got it. Mission...accomplished." he brushed pass her, making his way towards his assigned seat.

During the movie, Giselle gazed at Justin off and on from her seat. She decided to sit behind him, spacing herself out from him. She watched as he whispered to one of the cast members of the movie. Bruce Willis, he had to be one of the best actors in the business. "What an asshole." she mumbled, sitting back in her seat.

After the premiere

Everyone began exiting the building one by one. "What an excellent movie. Great job." Justin smiled in return.

"Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it." he focused in on Giselle who stood outside waiting for their limo. "Damn." he mumbled, slowly making his way towards her. "Um, ahem..." she looked away, locking eyes with his. "I was going to the after party and um...you can come with me if you want." he watched as their limo pulled up beside her. She sat in, shutting the door after her. "Great. Just great." he spoke sarcastically, watching as the limo drove off.

As soon as she made it to the hotel, she prepared herself a tub full of bubble bath water. She sunk in the water, moaning in satisfaction. This is exactly what she needed. A nice warm bubble bath. Especially after what she'd been through.

12:01 a.m. (Midnight)

Justin still hadn't come back, and she wasn't sure if he was coming back at all. She laid in bed, covering herself with the sheets. As soon as she shut her eyes, she heard the sound of the door. She lifted her head, watching as the door slowly crept open. Justin entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He happened to look away, meeting eyes with hers. "Hey." he spoke up after a moment of silence.

She laid back down, covering herself with the sheets. He kicked his shoes off, then removed his over alls one by one. Afterwards, he climbed in bed, making himself comfortable beside her. His eyes gazed at her, scrutinizing her closely. He could tell she was still mad. It was quite obvious from her behavior towards him.

"Giselle?" he spoke up. She laid there with her eyes shut. "Come on, Giselle. I know you're not sleep." he reached out, shaking her gently. "Giselleeeee..."

"Stop it." she rolled over on her other side, facing her back to him.

"Aw, come on." he moved in closer to her. "Don't tell me you're still mad about earlier. We've said all that we had to say. Now let's not make this any worse than it needs to be."

"Sálgame apenas sólo (Just leave me alone)." she demanded.

"Ooohh. I love when you talk like that. Sounds sexy." he gripped her waist, instantly pulling her on top of him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said."

"You never mean what you say. Now let me go." he shook his head.

"Oh no." she squirmed in his arms, trying to break free. "I want my kiss before you go to bed." she shook her head. "Come on." he gripped her butt, quickly reversing positions. "I guess we have to do this the hard way." he leaned in, nibbling on her neck forcefully. She gasped faintly.

"Ohhh." a soft cry escaped her lips. "That...hurt. Asshole!! Let me go!!!" she bashed her fists on his back as he continued nibbling on her neck. "Owwww, ohhh. I fucking hate you. I hate you." a tear escaped her eye.

"Awww, look at that. Is that a tear I see? Hmmm?"

"Jódale (Fuck you)."

"Oh trust me, we haven't gotten there yet." she flashed him a confused look. "Oh, I see you're a little surprised now. You didn't know I could speak espanol. Well understand it. A little bit of it. Mostly the dirty words."

"Just get off me, now." he parted her legs, wrapping one around his waist. "Stop. You ain't gettin' shit from me."

"Oh really? Well watch and see." he slid her thong aside, quickly yanking down his boxers with his available hand.

"Mmm." she moaned, arching her back in pleasure. He gripped her waist, plunging the rest of his length inside her. "Yo le odio (I hate you)." she moaned. "Oh goddd. Mmm. Más duro. Ooh, se siente bien (Harder. Ooh, feels good)." she lifted her head, meeting lips with his. "Te quiero (I love you)." they kissed intimately.

"You sound so fucking sexy when you talk like that. You should talk that way more often." she giggled softly. "Especially while we're having sex. Haha."

Two days later

Justin entered the living room where Giselle and Nadia remained. "Hey, I'm gonna step out for a few. I agreed to meet the designer in an hour."

"Designer?" she asked, confused as can be.

"Yeah. For our wedding outfits." her eyes lit up. "She said she had a few designs in mind that she think I would like, so I'm gonna go check 'em out now. Want anything while I'm out? Like...food for instance."

"Ummm..." she bit her lip in thought. "Pizza would be nice." he smiled warmly. "Oh and with wings and ummm..."

"I see you have a big appetite."

"Why wouldn't she have one? She is pregnant, if you can remember." Nadia spoke up.

"Yeah I uhhh, I knew that. I was the one who got her pregnant, if you can remember." she rolled her eyes mischievously.

"Okay. Smart remarks, I see." she nodded timidly.

"Any way..." he stood to his feet. "I should be back in two hours or so." she pulled him down, locking lips with his. "Mmm." Nadia watched as the two tongue each other down as if she wasn't there.

"You guys are some sex freaks." he broke away, slowly gazing her direction.

"And so what? Yes! I love sex. And so do you." he spoke smartly. "I'm gonna go. See you guys later." he ambled towards the front door, making his out the house. As soon as he hopped in the car, he pulled out of the drive way and sped down the road.

"Everything seems to be moving so fast. I'll be three months pregnant in two weeks and..." Giselle folded her legs Indian style. "I had no idea he was planning the wedding already. He never tells me anything." she carefully polished her nails one by one. "¿Así, qué piensa usted? (So, what do you think?)" she asked, wiggling her painted fingers.

"Sí. Sí. (Yes. Yes.)" she nodded.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of this evening? I was thinking about going to the club. Or maybe...a movie. I dunno." she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just bored." a voice had struck her attention on the television.

"The awards are on. I can't believe they're still playing re-runs." they both watched as the familiar guy danced up on stage. "Hmm, can I ask you something? How is Justin in bed?" she flashed her eyes at her. "I mean, don't get me wrong. You can't blame a girl for wondering. Look at him. He's a great dancer. And you know what they say about men who can dance. If they're good performers on stage..."

"...then they're good in bed. Hahaha. Yeah, I know."

"I wanna know if it's true." she locked eyes with hers. "Is he or isn't he good in bed?" she bit her lip, debating on whether to tell her. After all, she was her best friend and she definitely knew she could trust her.

"Um, well...in Justin's case, I would say yeah. But I can't speak for everyone else. Justin's even more sexier in bed though. Y él tiene el dick más grande que he visto jamás (And he has the biggest dick I've ever seen)." she broke out laughing.

"You lying! For real? Ahaha." she nodded.

"Sí. (Yes.) I have no reason to lie to you." she sat there with a smirk on her face. "Any way..."
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Justin sat in a chair, examining the different designs drawn in a sketch book. "I like this one." he pointed. "I think it would look great on Giselle. This one will run from a hundred grand to..."

"It all depends. But I think it will be about two hundred grand. How did you want the tuxedos?" he sat up, nibbling on his lip in thought. "Have you decided what color you want them to be?"

"Yeah. White would be good. White with a touch of black on the umm...the collars. Or somethin' like that." she nodded. A ringing device brought his attention to his cell phone. "Excuse me." he turned the phone on. "Hello?" he stood up, walking over to a more private area. "Yeah. Well I'm almost done. Probably in another half hour." he turned, stuffing his hand in his pocket. "Haha yeah. Well I wouldn't be too surprised. So..." he ran his hand over his hair. "Okay, sure. I'll see you then. Yeah, bye." he turned the phone off. "Sorry about that. Like you were saying..." he took his seat in front of her.

8:33 p.m.

Giselle sat at the desk in the office jotting a few words down on a pad. "Commercial shoot at...eight am. Studio..." she spoke on the phone. "You were interested in seeing him? At what time? Um...one moment." she quickly went through the planner for a specific page. "I'm sorry. He's available at three that day. Is that okay? Oh sure." she typed in a few words on the computer. "You think he will be out by six? He has an interview with Vibe at seven thirty so...okay. No problem. We'll see you then. Bye." she hung up the phone, smiling to herself.

"There you are." she looked over her shoulder to gaze at him. "Look what I got." he sat a bag of food in front of her. "Subway instead."

"Great. I'm starving." she pulled the contents out. "They wanna shoot a commercial for Nike shoes and they want you to be featured on it." his eyes lit up.

"Really? Damn! Did they say why?" he asked excitedly.

"They think that you're a good basketball player. It's gonna be based on a basketball court so..." he smiled massively.

"This is wonderful. he watched as she took a big bite out of the turkey sub. "Damn. You were hungry, weren't you? I think maybe...you should slow it down before you end up choking. The food isn't going anywhere." she swallowed her food remains.

"This is really good."

"Yeah, well...I have to go somewhere else. I promise I won't be gone long." he ambled towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he froze, leisurely turning to face her.

"Um, you know what? Why don't you come. I think it's about time you see it any way." she stood up, following him out of the room with her sub to her mouth.

"Where are we going?" she spoke through a mouthful of food. "Mmm wait. I need to get my purse." she ran back towards the office.

"I'll meet you outside." the two finally hopped in the Jaguar XK8 and sped down the semi-crowded road. "I've been meaning to show you this for a few weeks now. Today I close the deal." she gawked to the side to gaze at him.

"Close the deal? With what?" why did the words 'close the deal' make her nervous? Maybe because they sounded like mafia words or something.

"With the realtor." she flashed him a confused look. "I bought a beach house up the road. It's beautiful. It has this magnificent view of the ocean and...it comes with it's own private beach." she sat there, completely lost with words. "I um...are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

"A beach house? I love the beach!" he chuckled softly.

"That's one reason why I bought it." he pulled up in front of a two story wooden house. "Here we are." she stepped out of the car, looking up at the place in awe. "Come on." he held her hand, leading towards the stairs. "Watch your step. It's kinda steep." they ambled up the long stairs. "I want you to close your eyes for me."

"What?"

"Just do it."

"Okay, okay." she shut her eyes, tempted to take a peek.

"Just follow my step, okay?" he held her hand, leading her inside the house. "Okay, stay right there." he turned to face her. "Don't open your eyes! Just...stay there." she laughed softly.

"Okay. Ahem." he flicked the light switch, bringing the room to life.

"On the count of three. One...two..." she opened her eyes, gazing around the room in shock. "I didn't say three. But, I guess it doesn't matter now."

"Ah mi dios! (Oh my god!)"

"Um...okay. Whatever that means. Before we go any further, I just will like to give you this." he held up a set of keys.

"Wh...keys? Wait a minute! This is my house? Oh my god!" she snatched the keys from him. "I have my very own beach house and beach. Hahahaha."

"You're welcome." he spoke sarcastically. "Why don't you..." he watched as she checked things out in the three bedroom beach home. "Never mind."

"This is amazing. I can't believe you actually bought me a beach house." a thought had just came to mind.

"I wanna show you something." he held her hand, quickly leading her towards the sliding door. "It's the view I was tellin' you about." he unlocked the door and slid it open. "Look at this." they stepped out on the balcony. "Isn't it beautiful?" she gazed out at the roaring waves of the ocean. There was not one single soul on the beach.

"I'm...this is really gorgeous. I..." her eyes slowly watered up with solution. "I don't know what to say." her voice cracked. "No one has ever done anything like this for me. Thank you." she spoke softly.

"Oh you're more than welcomed." he wrapped his arm around her waist, slowly pulling her closer to him. "Just like I said, I'm gonna give you the world. Anything you want...just let me know." he pecked her on the cheek.

"Thank you." she attached her arm to his waist as well.

"That's a really...big star right there." he pointed. She looked up, smiling in return. "I remember when I was little, I used to gaze at the stars and I actually thought that they were people." he shook his head in amaze. "Just little, hundreds and thousands...maybe billions of people...watching over me. I used to couldn't wait 'til night came. I felt safer."

"Did you have friends when you were little?"

"Um...not many. I had this issue with trusting just any ole' body. My mother was basically my real friend. I went to her whenever I had a problem or just simply needed help."

"I love your mom. I just...I love your relationship with her. I don't think I could be around you if something was to happen to her. Haha, I could just imagine how malicious you would be towards the world."

"Hmm." he bit his lip in thought. "I wouldn't exactly hate the world. I probably would space myself out from the world, but...I wouldn't hate everyone." he met eyes with hers. "Especially not you." she held her head down, blushing massively. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world to me." he gripped her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze. "I mean that."

She peered deeply in his serious eyes, getting lost in them. "You make me so special, and there are times you can be a real asshole. Like earlier today. I swore I could've pimped slapped your ass. Especially at the premiere. Ahaha." he broke out laughing.

"I'm sorry. I was being a jerk, wasn't I? Well...I just hope this makes up for it. Come on." he lead her back inside. "I wanna show you the master bedroom." she definitely knew what that meant. There was only one reason why he would be taking her to the bedroom. One reason and one reason only.

He gripped her waist, following her inside the room. "I got a flat screen hooked up in here. See, you press this button." he grabbed the remote, pressing the on button. She watched as a huge flat screen television slid from the ceiling.

"Wow." he laid in bed, motioning her over.

"Come here." she climbed on bed beside him. He lifted her up, positioning her on top of him. She peered in his eyes, realizing the calm look on his face. "How do you say...I wanna make love in espanol?" a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"Cómo digo yo, yo amor de marca de wanna." he bit his lip teasingly.

"Well...cómo digo yo, yo..." he paused, trying to remember the last few words. "Wait. I got this. Um...cómo digo yo, yo amor de marca de wanna." she broke out laughing.

"You learn fast." his smile slowly faded.

"So, what do you say?" she leisurely leaned in, locking lips with his. He reached up, running his fingers through her hair. She removed his shirt, kissing down his chest teasingly. He watched as she unbuckled his jeans, quickly thrusting them off him. She sat on top of him, gradually discarding her top followed by her bra. She met lips with his once more, slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth.

"Mmm." he flipped her over on her stomach, slowly trailing his tongue down her back, kissing here and there. The moment he reached her classified area, she felt this wave of pleasure spread throughout her body. "Oh god."

Three weeks later (10:00 a.m.)

Justin sat on the sofa talking on the phone. "I'm not supposed to be there 'til twelve and I'm still waiting on the driver." he spoke, taking a glimpse at his watch. "No, why?" he looked up, gazing at Nelly who stood over him. "Um, hold on a minute." he pulled the phone out of his reach. "Somethin' wrong?"

"You have a guest." he watched as a familiar guy entered the room. He was speechless. He had no idea what to say. He couldn't even remember the last time seeing this person.

"Dad?" Randall stood there with a smile on his face. "What are you...doing here? Hey, let me call you back." he turned the phone off, standing up in his seat. "Hey." he embraced him in a hug. "Long time."

"Look at you. You look pale." he looked away, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah. Thanks to you." he joked. "Um, have a seat." he took a seat on the sofa. "You want anything to drink? Something to eat? Nelly, could you go get me a coke? Thanks." he sat down beside him. "So what are you doing on this side of town? You still have that house in Texas?"

"Mmm hmm. What about you? I heard you bought a beach house. Two point five million dollars." for some reason, he had a bad feeling that he was trying to point something out. "I don't remember beach houses being so expensive."

"Yeah well...this one is special. It comes with it's own private beach." his eyes lit up. "Thanks." he thanked, accepting the coke from her. "What about you? Mister...lawyer here." he took a sip of the strong substance. "Still with that hooch you call a wife? Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. It's more like...the bitch who stole you away from my mom."

"Now you know that's not how it went." he lowered his voice. "Your mother and I had our differences. We split up because of..."

"Yadi yadi da. Whatever. It doesn't matter now. Why are you even here, any way? You hardly come see me. Unless you want something." he sat there, watching him closely.

"Okay, that wasn't called for. Really. I think you're being unreasonable here. Why do we have this...bad vibe between us? I'm your father for Christ sake. And it will always be that way. No one can change that. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here right now." he slowly gawked his direction, locking eyes with his.

"And what is that supposed to mean? It's not like I made you impregnate my mom. I didn't say, create me or else I kick your fuckin' ass. No, I never asked to be in this world." Giselle entered the room, immediately freezing.

"Randall? I mean, Mister Timberlake? Wow!" she extended her hand out to shake his. "It's a pleasure seeing you again." he shook her hand in response.

"You too. Gina, right?" her smile slowly faded.

"Giselle. It hasn't been that long, has it?" she looked at Justin, shrugging her shoulders.

"We were just about to leave, weren't we?" he spoke to her. "Oh and since you're here...I might as well let you in on a little secret I've been keeping from you. You know Giselle? I bet you didn't know we were together now? Did ya'? Oh and she's pregnant, with my baby." he sat there in surprise. "I'm sorry, dad. Is this a bit surprising to you? Is this something you weren't expecting? Well too bad." he stood up, ambling towards the door. "You can let yourself out."

"Wait, Justin. Wait." he arose in his seat. "We need to talk. In private." he shook his head.

"Whatever you have to say to me, I think my fiancé is entitled to hear."

"I just..." he glanced at Giselle, hesitant to continue his sentence. "I just...I think you should think about this." he spoke, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Is this what you really wanna do? I mean...think about your fans. How would they take you...marrying your assistant? Someone...the total opposite of you."

"Opposite? Total opposite? And what is that supposed to mean? Giselle is not the total opposite of me, and you would know if you come over and visit me more often. I see Paul more than I see you, and that...that is something you should be ashamed of. You have no right to tell me anything. Especially since I see you every few years or so. He's more of a father to me than you will ever be. And he wants me happy. He wants me to do whatever makes me happy. What about you? All you're worried about is your feelings and what makes you feel good. You don't care about me." he spoke with tears in his eyes. "Now I know why mom divorced your ass. You weren't good enough for her. You weren't then and you aren't now. So you know what you can do?" he took a few steps towards him. "You can leave. And don't bother coming back." he eyed him down in disgust. "You're a sorry excuse for a man."

"Justin..." Giselle began. "You don't mean that."

"Oh yeah. I mean every word. I don't wanna see you again. So please...just do us a favor and leave." he stood there for a few seconds before making a move.

"All right, I guess..." he sighed heavily. "I just want you to know that I've always loved you. You and Lynn. I never stopped loving you guys." he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Just go." he walked pass him, making his way towards the front door. "Have the nerve to try and tell me who to be with. I swear..." he balled up his fists, wanting so badly to hit him. "What kinda father are you?" he exited the house, shutting the door behind him. Giselle stood there, burning a hole into him. For one, she was a little upset with him for the way he behaved towards his father. She thought it was immature of him.

"I think we should...leave now." she suggested, making her way towards the front door. "Don't forget your keys." he grabbed his things on his way towards the door. They both hopped in the limo and drove off. There was silence between the two during the first few minutes of their drive. "There's something I have to say." she gazed to the side to stare at him. He sat there, never breaking a smile. "I understand how much you love me and...I just think that you were being very immature towards your father. He came to see you. He was trying to make up..."

"No." he pointed to her. "The last thing he wanted to do was make up. The only time I see my father is when he needs something. He could care less if I was okay."

"I just..."

"Please, just...stay out of this. This is between me and my father. He didn't even remember your name. Who the fuck is Gina?" he spoke angrily. "I don't even wanna talk about him. Thinking about him just..." he shook his head pathetically.

"Fine." she looked away, crossing her arms over her chest.

After a while, the two had finally made it to their first destination. They stepped out of the vehicle and ambled towards the building. It was now time to play the role of the responsible assistant. "I spoke to the photographer and he said that we should be finished by two for your next appointment." they entered the building, approaching the lobby desk.

"So he's not gonna try and keep me longer? I hope not." she stood over the desk, ringing the bell to get the clerk's attention.

"Hello?" the clerk greeted.

"Hi, um...we have a twelve o'clock appointment with Pepsi. Justin Timberlake." she grabbed her ringing phone from out of her purse and turned it on. "Hello?"

"The photographer is waiting for you in room eight down that hall to your left." she pointed. "Enjoy!" the two of them ambled down the hall, including the bodyguard.

"No, we're at the agency. Um, for a Pepsi commercial. Just this...quick and simple one. Haha yeah. Well, I went over the script with him, that's why. Mmm hmm."

"Who's that?" he whispered, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Nadia." they finally entered room eight. "I'll be here if you need me." she took a seat on a chair with her brief case. "Haha, stop it. No. I know. Didn't I just say that? Ahaha." she laughed faintly. Justin followed the stylist in a room, immediately taking a seat on one of the high chairs.

"How many commercials have you done for Pepsi?" she asked while going through the clothes for a wardrobe.

"This'll be my first. I was psyched when they called me. I never thought I would be doing a Pepsi commercial." he sat back, keeping his focus on the outfits. "I read the script. Seems pretty simple."

"Yeah, well..." she sat his wardrobe on a chair. "The scene isn't." he nodded, biting his lip in thought. "Why don't we work on this hair. When was the last time you cut it? Doesn't...seem like it needs a touch up."

"A few days ago. I got it trimmed." she fiddled with his hair. "If you want, you can cut it a little lower or...is there a special way it needs to look?" she grabbed the bottle of moose.

"I think we'll leave it how it is. And just maybe...make it look more wild. Haha. I dunno, I just have a thing about wild hair. Especially on men." he chuckled softly.

"Is there a reason why? I mean..." he sat up, keeping his gaze on her through the mirror. "I have this thing about women and long...thick curly hair. God, I just...I think it's real sexy when a woman have a head full of thick, curly hair."

"Hmm. Like Giselle?" he blushed slyly. "She's pretty. I see her with her hair out most of the time, but she has it...back in a pony tail today."

"Yeah. I mentioned that to her this morning. But, it's her hair and she's free to do whatever she wants with it. Like my curls, I had to get rid of them. They just made me look too much like this...little boy. Ahaha."

"I think you should think about your actions first." Giselle spoke on her phone while going through her digital planner. "Mmm hmm. Well that's what most people do. Wait, let me correct that. Most responsible people. Hahaha." she looked up, instantly gazing at Justin who walked out on set wearing a sweat suit. "Hmm, yeah." she burned a hole into him, realizing how handsome he looked. "Damn. Nothing, just...talking to myself."
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The following morning (8:21 a.m.)

Giselle quickly hopped out of bed and ran in the bathroom. She kneeled over the stool, releasing her fluids. "Ugh." she reached out, flushing the toilet. Almost four months pregnant and still had morning sickness off and on.

You're still captivating even though it's been so longggg
You used to love me, tell me baby what went wrongggg
'Cause now you march to the beat of a different songgg

She stood up, following the voice in the room. Her eyes zoomed in on the television screen, immediately recognizing the face. How come she never saw this video? After all the years of knowing Justin and watching music television, she never came across this music video.

Why did you take away your loveeee
When did you think to just give upppp
How am I sposed to carry onnnn
Without youuuu....

"Oh boy." she laid in bed, covering herself with the sheets. Justin entered the room, gazing at Giselle in disbelief.

"What are you still doing in bed? I have to be at the studio at ten. Wait..." he froze. "Never mind. I forgot you're going out with Nadia." he took a seat beside her. "What's wrong? You don't look too good." she sniffled inaudibly.

"Morning sickness." he frowned. "I'll be fine. I don't see Nadia 'til twelve so..." she cleared her throat. "What are you doing at the studio?"

"I'm...working on a song with Timbo. I won't be back 'til this evening. I have a uhhh...photoshoot afterwards so..." he reached out, running his fingers through her hair. "I'll meet you at the beach house." he leaned in, pecking her on the lips. "Feel better, okay?"

"I'll try." he stood up, making his way out the room. "Bye." he waved, exiting the room afterwards.

At the studio...

"I was thinking we add the...oohhhss right between the hook. You know, while the chorus is playing?" he spoke, bopping he head to the beat. "This is tight. This is really tight." he took a seat in front of the track board.

"How does this sound?" he looked away, watching as he fiddled with a few buttons on the track board. "Here it is..." a different melody played with the beat.

"Hahaha yeah. That's cool." he stood up, grabbing a hold to his bottle of water. He quickly gulped down the cool substance, sighing afterwards. The women who was featured in the song stood against the wall, gazing at him. Her name was Vanessa Marquez and she was found by the neptunes. He locked eyes with hers, smiling in return. "Tim is whilin' out with this beat. Haha." he stood beside her.

"Sounds good." he looked away, putting all of his focus on the music. "How long did it take you to finish off your verse?"

"I'm sorry. You said something?" he locked eyes with hers.

"How long did it take to finish off your verse? You did write the verses, right?"

"Uhh yeah." he answered, crossing his arms over his chest. "Somethin' wrong with your verse? Don't like it? Ahaha."

"Oh no. Everything is fine. I was just curious to who wrote ninety percent of the song." he nodded, putting his focus back on his surroundings in front of him.

Giselle sat in front of a mirror, gazing in a magazine as the hair dresser tended to her hair. "I can bet you a million bucks they're gonna have something about me and Justin in here." she flipped through the pages, automatically gazing in on a picture of Justin. "Ha! I told ya'."

"Okay, and...I see Justin, but...where's you? Ahaha." Nadia laughed hysterically.

"Hmm, you're right. I see some...girl instead. Vanessa Marquez? Why does that name sound so familiar?"

"Vanessa Marquez? The girl who was featured on one song with Justin. One for her unreleased album and she was on that snoop dogg song too. I see her with Pharell most of the time." she looked up, locking eyes with hers.

"Pharell from the neptunes?"

"Mmm hmm." she spoke with a nod. "I heard she has some lil' crush on your man. Haha." she lowered her eyes at her.

"Some lil' crush?" she sat there laughing hysterically.

"I'm just kiddin'. If she did, I wouldn't know." she stuffed a skittle in her mouth. "Mmmmm taste the rainbow." she rolled her eyes playfully.

"You shot out. Remind me to never give you anything sweet. You act all...crazy when you eat candy."

After visiting the salon, the two decided to stop by a restaurant for something to eat. "Mmm, damn. Food never tasted so good. Mmm." Giselle ate her hamburger as if it was the last thing on earth. "Any way..." she stuffed a few fries in her mouth. "I didn't think anything of it until it happened. I miss my little girl. Damn, I have to arrange a date for her to come see me."

"I got a date with that...rock star. What's his name? Ummm...Aerosmith. He said he's a fan of my work." she sat there, mouth hung open in disbelief.

"Aerosmith? Oh my god. I mean..." she washed down her food with a coke. "Aerosmith is like...ninety years old." she over exaggerated. And he has a daughter around your age." she shrugged her shoulders.

"So. And for your info, he's not ninety years old. IF if penis can still get up without viagra then I think he's in really good shape." she gasped, flashing her a shocked look.

"Excuse me? You did not just say that. First of all, how would you know if his penis can get on hard without viagra? You never slept with him." she sat there with a smirk on her face. "Right? I mean, you did just say you got a date with him. Last time I checked, most people sleep with each other after the date."

"Well not Miss Landers. If he's rich and sexy...he can have me anytime." she shook her head pathetically.

"You slut. You're embarrassing me. Please tell me you're lying." she broke out laughing.

"Yeah, I guess you know me too well. But I still think he has to be rich and sexy if he ever wants to sleep with me."
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5:22 p.m. (Vibe Photo shoot)

"Justin, tilt your head this way. Keep that same look, just move it a little to the right." the photographer took a few shots of him posing in a pair of boxers. "Okay, lay back on the couch. Prop yourself with your elbows."

"What do you mean? Like..." he laid back, lifting himself by a few inches with his arms.

"Yeah, you almost got it. Just..." he propped himself up with his elbows. "That's it! Hold it right there." he took a few more shots. "Just a few more..." he continued taking more shots of the same pose. "Look the other way. Hold your head down..."

His cell phone threw him off. "Damn." he mumbled. Giselle drove down the road, holding the phone to her ear. "I'm sorry. I need to get my phone. I'm expecting a call." She waited, finally hearing the familiar voice pick up on the other line. "Hello? Hey, um...yeah. No I'm at the photo shoot. We're about to wrap it up. Probably in another thirty minutes. Yeah. Okay, well...are we still on for tonight? The beach house. Yeah, okay. See you then." he turned the phone off. "Sorry about that." he walked back over towards the set. "Where were we?"

Around seven that evening...

Giselle walked out on her private beach, kicking up sand along the way. She inhaled sharply, enjoying the cool wind gusting by her. It seemed like the perfect time to go swimming.

Justin entered the beach house, dropping his things by the door. "Giselle?" he entered the master bedroom, gazing around for a sign of the individual but she was nowhere to be found. "Where the hell is she?"

She sat on the cool sand, folding her legs Indian style. "I can't believe it." she looked around, realizing how huge the beach was. "My very own beach." she spoke, smiling to herself.

Justin stepped out on the back patio that led out on the beach. His eyes immediately focused on a woman laying out on the sand a few feet away from the water. "The hell..." he ambled towards the woman, instantly realizing who it was. "Giselle?" she quickly sat up, locking eyes with his. "Hey." he took a seat beside her. "What are you doing?" she laid back, gazing up at the stars.

"Just...watching the hundreds and thousands of people...watching over me." she teased. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Very funny." he laid back, resting his back on the cool surface. "Feels good out here." she kept her eyes on the stars in the sky. "How was your day?" she shrugged her shoulders.

"Fine, I guess. Yours?" he looked her direction, scrutinizing her closely.

"I had a great time. We finished off the track and...the vibe issue should be out next week." she shut her eyes, releasing a soft sigh.

"Vanessa Marquez..." she licked her lips. "What a pretty girl."

"Not my type though." she locked eyes with his. "I know you were trying to...point out that I might think she's hot, but...you're all wrong. It's just business. We did a song together and that was it. We went our separate ways. Even when we did our first track a few years ago."

"She never...asked you out or anything?"

"Um, we went out to lunch once during our lunch break when we were working on our first track." he cleared his throat. "She's cute, but just not someone...I see myself with." he sat up, scooping some sand up between his palms. "I thought about fucking her once."

"I knew it!" she sat up, pointing at him. "I...I just knew it."

"What? Ahaha, I mean...can you blame me? I'm a man and...straight men think of things like that when they see a pretty girl. I was single too at the time so..." he let the grains of sand pass through the crack of his fingers. "I love sex. I think...it's one of the best feelings in the world." he met eyes with hers. "Don't you?" she looked away, blushing slyly.

"I guess you can say that." she stood to her feet. "I think I'm in the mood for a swim." he watched as she removed her overalls, revealing a two piece underwear set.

"What are you doing?" she unhooked her bra, quickly slipping off her underwear.

"I'm hoppin' in." he watched in astonishment as she ran in the water, splashing water everywhere. "Ahaha!! It's warm! Why don't you get in!!" he stood to his feet, never taking his eyes off her.

"I dunno. I mean...how do we know if a...paparazzi is lurking around or something?" he broke out laughing, just watching her make a fool out of herself and he could admit, it actually looked like fun. "What the heck." he quickly discarded his clothes, followed by his boxers. "Is there enough room for me?!!" he joked, running full speed towards her. He dived in, swimming further in the deep.

All she could remember was being picked up a few feet in the air. "Ahhhhh!!!!" she screamed. "Hahaha!!!" he held her in a tight grip. "Wooo hooo!! Yeahh!!" she wrapped her arms around his neck, slowly locking lips with his. "Mmmm." she moaned softly. They sunk in the water, never parting lips. After a few moments of holding her breath, she decided to come up for air. "Whew!" he popped up from out of the water, swimming backwards away from her. "Where are you going? Don't leave me!!" she joked.

"I ain't goin' nowhere." he sunk back in the water, swimming towards her.

"Justin?" he popped up, wiping the access water from his face. "Oh..." he moved in closer to her.

"Did you eat anything? I haven't eaten since three."

"Oh, well I cooked something. You wanna go eat? Come on." she swam out the water. "Wooo it's freezing." she grabbed her things on her way towards the house.

"Look at that ass." he burned a hole into her butt as he followed her towards the house. "You don't mind if I..." he slapped her butt. "...tap that ass?"

"Stop it." she hit him playfully. "That hurt" she entered the kitchen. "I made scallop potatoes with barbeque ribs and..."

"Wow. All this for me?" she broke out laughing. "You don't mind if I take a shower first? I wanna wash up." he ambled down the hall towards the main bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, a ringing device alerted him that his phone was going off. "Shit." he ran back down the hall towards his duffle bag by the front door. "Where is it?" he found the phone, quickly turning it on. "Hello?"

"Hello, Justin? Um...it's me. Randall." there was a slight pause, and then he heard a click. "Hello? Hello?" there was no answer.

"Someone on the phone?" Giselle asked from the kitchen.

"Uhhh no. No one." he answered, proceeding towards the bedroom.

A week later (8:13 p.m.)

A week had passed, and Justin was scheduled for an interview in Europe. Him and Giselle pulled up in front of a five star hotel and stepped out of the limousine. They entered the building, heading towards the front desk. As soon as they made it there, Justin immediately got the clerk's attention. "Evening, um...we will like the uhhh...one of your best suites. How much will it be for six nights?" Giselle gazed at the hilarious look Justin held while holding in her laughter. Moments before they had gotten out of the vehicle, he had said something that she thought was very funny and she couldn't stop laughing since.

"Our best suites run from five-thousand a night. They come with a hot tub; king sized bed. You can choose regular or water."

"You guys have water beds?" he interrupted with a surprised look on his face. She nodded in response.

"Yes, sir. Would you like one? The rooms also include their own refrigerator and a miniature stove if you're interested in cooking something. Some come with a spacious balcony and..."

"Just give us one of your best ones. One that comes with everything, except for a water bed. I'm not...too interested in that." he pulled out his wallet.

"All right, and how long will you be staying?"

"Six nights...seven days." he handed her a credit card. "Charge that to my visa. Thanks." two bell hops entered the building with their luggage seconds later. After the clerk put in his order, she handed him back the card with a key. "Thank you. You have a nice night." they proceeded down the hall towards the elevators.

After taking the elevator to the sixth floor, they found their room four doors down the hall to the left. He slid the card in the slot, slowly twisting the knob and yanking the door open. "You first." Giselle entered the room, sitting her bag on the dresser.

"Wow." she gazed around in disbelief. "This is nice. And for five thousand a night." she nodded, scrutinizing her surrounds. "Not bad at all." After collecting their luggage, he paid the bell hops.

"Thanks." he shut the door, gradually turning to face Giselle. She laid in bed with her arms and legs spread out. "Hmm. It hasn't even been a minute and you're already gettin' comfortable." she sat up, flashing him a questioning look.

"And why shouldn't I be? It's not like you had something in mind." his raised his eyebrows interestingly.

"As a matter of fact, I did."
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Giselle sat in the Jacuzzi, sipping on a glass of apple cider. "Ahhh." she sighed heavily. "I wish this was real wine. But unfortunately..." she sat the glass down. "...I'm pregnant and I can't drink alcohol." she pouted playfully.

"Yeah, and your world is gonna end when?" he spoke sarcastically. "Alcohol is not the best thing in the world. Most people drink it to...relax from a hard day's work. Or maybe because they're stressed and they need to be at ease." he sat up, moving in closer to her. "And then there's that time when you're just simply...horny and you haven't gotten laid in ages. So you go out and...find this hot chick who you think looks...fine as hell..." she rolled her eyes playfully. "You get her drunk by buying her a drink." he placed a soft kiss on her lips. "After accomplishing that, you take her back to your place and...bang her guts in. Ahaha." he pulled away, slowly taking a sip of his drink.

"Yeah, just like you did me. Right?" he nodded.

"Right." she rolled her eyes mischievously. "Believe it or not, you're the first black woman I've ever had sex with."

"But not the first black woman you've ever dated." she added. He shook his head in agreement.

"Right. I just uh..." he cleared his throat. "I think that you guys are simply irresistible. And you would think I'd think differently after being with a French woman. Since they're known to be the best in bed." she broke out laughing.

"And who told you that lie?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't remember. That's just the thing I used to hear a lot. French women were supposed to be excellent in bed. And um, Valeria proved them right on that particular subject but...I don't think all French women are excellent in bed."

"Just Valeria?" he rolled his eyes.

"I didn't say that. I'm just saying that she was great in bed. That was probably the only thing she was good at."

"And what about me? Do I match her standards? Am I great in bed too?" he bit his lip teasingly.

"If you weren't, I wouldn't be marrying you." she gasped in shock. "Ahaha, I'm just kiddin'. Seriously, you're wonderful in bed. Better than all of the women I've ever slept with for the mere fact that...I'm in love with you. And making love to someone you're in love with is much more pleasurable than just doing it just...to be doing it. You know, because you're so fuckin' horny." she broke out laughing. "Yeah, but that's why it's incredible with you and I."

"Can I ask you something? You know, since we've been together...I haven't sucked your dick yet."

"Hmmm, yet?" she rolled her eyes.

"Shut up." he laughed faintly. "Seriously, I just wanna know who sucked your dick and who was best at it."

"Very interesting question. Umm..." he bit his lip in thought. "Britney, Valeria, Veronica, Danielle, and Jenna." she flashed him a confused look.

"Who's Jenna?" she asked curiously.

"Jenna was a back-up dancer for me while I was in Nsync. And if you're interested in knowing how it began...let's just say we were both horny at the time."

"Hmm." she nodded. "And who was best?" there was a moment of silence as he thought about his answer.

"I'm gonna have to go with Valeria." she rolled her eyes. "I dunno. There's just something about the way she moves her mouth. Haha. Then again, you could out beat her. There's only one way to find out."

"Ha!" she laughed pathetically. "Yeah right. The only time I'll consider sucking your dick is if we're married. Other than that, it's not happenin'. So until then, the only thing that's going in my mouth is food." he chuckled softly.

"Yeah. Sure." he spoke sarcastically.

The following morning (5:33 a.m.)

"Damn, I'm tired as fuck." Justin spoke, rubbing his tired eyes. "The interview is at eight?" he asked, reaching out and turning on the faucet.

"Nine." Giselle answered from the shower. "I'm hungry." he goggled out his mouth with Listerine. "You think we have time to stop by a diner for some food?" she stepped out of the tub, quickly drying herself with a towel.

"Sure. Why not?" she departed the bathroom. After getting ready, they exited the hotel and approached the awaiting limousine. "Oh boy." he sat back, resting his back against the seat. "I'm so fucking tired. Why am I so tired?" he shut his eyes, relaxing his mind.

"Maybe because you went to bed late. Duhhh." she pulled out her cell phone. "I tried warning you, but you just wouldn't listen." she spoke, dialing in a one eight hundred number. "I wonder how much I have in my account. I'm thinking about going shopping later on." she paused, listening carefully to the automated voice system. "Enter your account number." she mocked, carefully pressing in her eight digit account number.

"Where are you going shopping?" he asked, never opening his eyes.

"I dunno. Somewhere around here. I don't visit the UK much like you do so...I'm not really familiar with the place." he lifted his head, peering in on her.

"Last time I was here was 'bout a year ago. When I was on tour." he corrected. Moments later, they had finally made it to the nearest diner and ordered their food.

"I couldn't even believe it when I saw it." Giselle spoke on her cell. "No. It's..." she glanced at her watch. "...seven on the dot. The interview is in two hours." she lifted her eyes, immediately gazing at Justin who approached her. He took his seat, cautiously sipping on his hot coffee. "No. I'm four months along. Ahaha." she sighed heavily. "No. No, no." she blushed slyly. "Ummm I dunno." he put his focus on her, examining her closely as she spoke over the phone. "Well..." the tone of her voice and her face expression gave him a hint that it couldn't have been a woman she was talking to. "Maybe, we'll have to see." she giggled softly. "Shut up. Haha so what?" her smile slowly faded. "Yeah. Why?" she finally locked eyes with Justin's realizing how calm he was. "And what type of question is that. Of coarse. Yes, I love him. With all my heart." he slowly sat his mug down, never peeling his eyes off her. She seemed a little cheerless all of a sudden. "I trust he wouldn't do something like that. You're lyin'." she looked away, feeling the anger rise in her. "I think I'm gonna go now. Why? Well because of your attitude. That's why! You never wanna see me happy. You would do any and everything to ruin what I have. You're selfish and that's why we never worked. I gotta go." she turned the phone off. "Bastard." she mumbled, placing the device back in her purse.

"Um...I'm guessing that was your ex." she met eyes with his.

"Yeah." she spoke less enthusiast. "He's the biggest jerk in the universe. Ugh!!" she ran her fingers through her loose hair.

"Don't...stress yourself over him. It's not worth it. He's not worth it." he assured.

"I couldn't agree more." she agreed, chewing on her toast with jelly.

8:55 a.m.

"You're on in five." Justin sat up, grabbing his bottle of water with him.

"I'll see you in a few." he spoke, pecking Giselle on the lips. She watched him walk out on stage and take a seat beside the host. As soon as they went on air, she joined the few people in the monitor room to watch. "Last time I was down here had to be about a year ago. When I was on tour."

"You traveled fifty cities, right?" he nodded.

"Yes. Might I add, the longest tour I've ever been on. I thought I was gonna die. Hahaha. Non stop singing and performing. And then afterwards, I was scheduled for a few other shows in town and such and such."

"Are you working on a new album, now?"

"Well...I have a few songs recorded, but I'm not sure when the album is going to be out. I have a lot of people in mind that I wanna work with. So..." he cleared his throat. "Everything should turn out great."

"I'm glad everything is on track. Let's talk a little about...Miss Ortiz." he blushed slyly.

"What's there to know? We uh...we're doing fine."

"We wanna know about the baby and this beach house you bought her a while ago." he bit his lip, hesitant to discuss his personal life because bad things happened when he did.

"Well..." he cleared his throat. "The baby is fine and um...that's about it. Everything is great!"

"We wanna know if Giselle is here. She is here, right?" he sat back, rubbing his chin in hesitation. "Why don't the beautiful Giselle come out on stage now." she stood there in total shock. "Giselle?!" the crowd exploded.

"I don't think that's such a good idea..."

"Giselle Ortiz?! The fans are waiting." he sat back, shaking his head pathetically. "Come on, Giselle." she walked out on stage, taking baby steps towards them. This was actually the first time she had ever been on live television. And she couldn't express how nervous she was. "Giselle...look at you." the host stood up, extending his hand out for her. "Come have a seat." she took a seat in his chair. Moments later, one of the workers brought out another chair for him. "How are you, Giselle?"

"Um...I'm okay." she gazed at Justin who hadn't said a word since she'd been on stage. "Are you okay?" he shook his head.

"It's nothing." he mumbled.

"How's the baby?" she locked eyes with the host. "You're showing a little now. How far along are you?"

"Um, I'm a little over four months." she answered, rubbing her tummy soothingly. "I umm, I'm not too good with this...stage and the spotlight. I..." she could feel her stomach bubbling. "I don't feel too good. Excuse me." she stood up, rushing off stage.

"Oh uhhh, is she gonna be okay?" he met eyes with his, wanting so badly to knock him out.

"You are very unprofessional. Why would you bring my fiancé out on stage without approving it with me? If I don't want to discuss my love life, then leave it at that. I'm sorry." he apologized to the audience. "I gotta go." he stood up, making his way off stage. Giselle departed the bathroom minutes later, immediately meeting up with Justin. "Hey." he had his back against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "You okay?" she nodded meekly.

"Yeah. I just...that whole thing makes me really nervous and..."

"It's okay." he approached her. "We're leaving now. I couldn't finish it. Especially with the mood I'm in." he led her down the hall. "I can't believe he had the nerve to put me out on the spot like that. I could...I could rip his fucking..."

"Shhh. Don't talk that way." they followed the bodyguard outside towards the vehicle.
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Later that day (7:34 p.m.)

Giselle sat at the table chewing on her fish. She lifted her head, peering at Justin who had his eyes in a notebook. "You haven't token your eyes off that book since we've been here." she broke the silence between them. "What are you writing? A biography or something?"

"I brought you here to eat. So...eat." he replied with a slight bit of attitude, never taking his eyes off the book.

"Fine." she dropped her fork to the plate. "I'm gonna go throw up now." he looked up, watching her walk off.

"Damnit." he mumbled, slamming his book shut. He looked away, gazing at a woman sitting at a table with he man and a child. Scrutinizing them for a few moments started to make him realize how good he had it. If he didn't screw it up with Giselle, that could've been them in the future. Sharing a nice dinner with his family.

Giselle took her seat at the table. "We can leave now. I'm not...hungry anymore." he gazed at her, regretting his foul behavior towards her. She did nothing wrong, so why was he constantly taking his frustration out on her?

"I'm writing the last piece to my...song I'm recording next week." she locked eyes with his. "That's what I've been doing all day." she grabbed her glass of cranberry juice, taking a sip of it. "I'm really focused on finishing off this album. I would've been done with it, but I've been working on movies and TV shows." he released a soft sigh. "Now it's about my record."

"I'm glad you're focused and...dedicated to your job. But why? Why are you catching attitudes with me? I really don't know what I did to make you upset."

"No. You did nothing, and I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for taking all of my aggravation out on you. You are supposed to be the last person I treat this way, because...you're my fiancé and you're expecting my baby. Our baby. I don't mean to treat you this way. You know I don't. Sometimes it's just very hard to...keep it bottled up inside me. But you're right. I shouldn't be taking it out on you." she sat there with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay." she assured, reaching out to touch him. "You wanna get outta here?" he smiled warmly.

"Sure." he threw a few bills on the table and followed her out of the building. "I was thinking about going to a club while the night is still young. Our flight leaves in the morning, so we can stay for an hour or two." he gazed at her. "What do you think?" she shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess." she sat back in the limo. "This pregnancy is killin' me. I haven't had a decent meal without throwing up in between or afterwards. I feel so tired and lazy. All I wanna do is sleep." he reached out, running his fingers through her hair.

"All right, um...why don't we just go back to the hotel so you can get some rest." he suggested. "You want any medicine? We can stop by a drug store on our way back."

"No. The doctor said not to take just any type of medicine while I'm pregnant. He said it wasn't good for the baby." her stomach begin to bubble once again. "Shit. I think I'm gonna throw up. Pull over. Tell the driver to pull over." he reached out, knocking on the window.

"Can you pull over?! Now!"

"We're in the middle lane and there's traffic nonstop." the driver spoke over the intercom.

"Shit!" he gazed around for a cup or anything of that sort. He then spotted a bottle of wine sitting in a bucket of ice. "Here." he dumped the contents out. "You'll have to use this."

"What? No. I..."

"Didn't you just hear him? He said we're stuck in traffic. It's impossible to pull over now. Just take this." she grabbed the bucket as she could feel it rising in her throat. She quickly defecated all that she could in the bucket. He hated to see her that way and he blamed himself. If it wasn't for him getting her pregnant, she wouldn't have been in that position to begin with.

"I'm sorry. I should've never gotten you pregnant. It's all my fault. I was drunk and..."

"Would you shut up?" she spat out. "It wasn't just your fault. We both were drunk, okay?" she sat the bucket down. "What do you want me to do? Get an abortion? I mean..." she sat back. "...this is a part of pregnancy. You have morning sickness and you feel tired and miserable. But it's all worth it in the end. When you...see your baby for the first time...it's hard to describe. Believe me, I know. I felt that way when I first laid eyes on Oteriah."

"But...why do they call it morning sickness if you're throwing up all times of the day?" she chuckled softly.

"I swear, you worry about the wrong things. I don't know why they call it morning sickness. I just know it's when you're sick as a dog and you feel like you wanna die sometimes." he chortled deeply. "I mean, why do they call guys whose dicks are hurting because their on hard 'blue balls'? Your dicks don't look blue to me." he broke out laughing.

"Okay, that was...that was funny."

"You ever had blue balls?"

"Um..." he continued laughing off and on. "Once. A very long time ago. And it hurts like hell that's why they call it blue balls. It's like when you're sad, and they say that you're looking blue. Well our dicks have a mind of their own. They're sad when they don't get any and they're..." she shook her head pathetically. "...happy when they do. Hahaha. It's just an expression." she nodded.

"Yeah. Just like morning sickness, because it happens in the morning most of the time." he nodded timidly.

"That's understandable."

Two weeks later (Family Reunion)

Two weeks had passed, and everyone couldn't stop talking about the issue Justin did for Vibe. It was one of the most talked subjects on television across the country.

Giselle sat on the passengers side in the car that was parked outside in front of the corner store. She waited patiently for Justin and the bodyguard to arrive while listening to music.

No, no, no, noooo
Don't phunk with my heart

"I wonder if I take you home, would you still be in love baby? In love baby?" she song, never taking her eyes off the book in front of her. "No, no, no, nooo. Don't phunk with my heart." She was startled by someone yanking the driver's door open. She quickly looked away, gazing at Justin who sat in, tossing a bag in the back seat.

"Here." he handed her a chocolate bar. "Now..." he conveyed the car to life. "...to the crib." they drove back out on the road.

"I ain't have no daddy around when I was growin' up. That's why I'm wild and I don't give a 'what'!" Giselle reached out, turning up the volume to the radio. "Don't let my cute face fool ya'." he gawked to the side, flashing her an awkward look.

"What in the...hell are we listening to?" he spoke in a playful tone.

"Teairra Marie." she never peeled her eyes off the novel. "How long do we have to go? This is becoming tiring. Nine hours on a plane and...god knows how long we have in this...rent-a-car." he made a stop at the light.

"Will you stop complaining, woman. Damn!" he spoke mischievously. "Hey, could you get my cell clip from out of the glove compartment?" he pulled off when the light turned green. "When you left, I lost a part of me." he song in a high pitched tone.

"Justin..." she covered her ears. "You're hurting my ears." he continued singing in his squeaky voice. "Ugh! I hate you." she sat back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.

Thirty minutes later, they had made it to Lynn's house where the family reunion was being held. It took them ten minutes to find a parking spot. When they had stepped out of the car, they ambled towards the house with their luggage.

"Go get the door." Lynn spoke to Rachel, her niece. She jogged towards the door. She twisted the knob, quickly yanking the door open. Her eyes lit up that moment she laid eyes on the individual.

"Justin?" she spoke excitedly. "Auntie, it's Justin!!!!!!!" she screamed, immediately jumping on him. He stood there in surprise.

"Rachel..." she hopped off him, pulling him inside. "Will you relax. Giselle..." she and the bodyguard followed him inside. As soon as he turned around, he met up with his mom. "Mom? Hey." she embraced him in a hug.

"Hey. Where's..." she trailed off as she focused in on Giselle. "There she is. Giselle..." she approached her. "I wanna introduce you to someone." she held her hand, leading her further in the house. "You can go put your luggage upstairs." she spoke to Justin. "Come on. This'll only take a minute." Justin carried the luggage up the stairs towards the guest room. After putting their bags away, he made his way back down stairs.

On his way towards the sliding door where most of the people were, he could hear the sound of laughter coming from somewhere in the house. The moment he stepped outside, his eyes zoomed in on someone he wasn't expecting to see. Someone he didn't want to see. "What the hell..." he watched as his mother and Giselle laughed and talked with this person. And the more he saw this, the angrier he got.

"I was just telling Giselle that you were dying to meet her. But I didn't know you guys met already. Justin didn't tell me. Hahaha." Lynn laughed hysterically.

"She's a very sweet girl. I'm happy for him. Really, but um...did he actually sit down and think about this? I mean, with the both of you."

"Well look at what we have here." they looked away, gazing in on Justin. He stood there with his hands in his pockets and a sternly look on his face.

"Justin..." Randall began.

"What are you doing here? I thought I told you I never wanna see you again." Lynn rolled her eyes.

"Did you forget that this was the Timberlake's family reunion, silly?" she spoke with a soft chuckle.

"No. I didn't forget. And I also didn't forget what we spoke about a few weeks ago." he spoke, never taking his eyes off him. "I think you should leave."

"Justin...stop acting like a fool." Lynn assured. "He just wants to talk to you. Now why don't you..."

"He doesn't want to talk. What he wants is to make us miserable the way he left us years ago. When he divorced you for that bitch he calls a wife." he spat out. The three of them stood there in shock. "Come on. I think we should go." he suggested, reaching out for Giselle's hand. She hesitantly accepted his hand, feeling an instant tug between them.

"No. This is going to stop right now." Randall stood in between them. "I'm tired of you treating me less than a father, because that's what I am. Your father." he spoke, pointing to him. "And you're gonna give me the respect I deserve." he turned, eying him down in disbelief.

"Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?" he spoke, taking a step towards him. "I don't give a flying fuck who you are."

"Justin..." Lynn stood in front of him. "Don't talk to your father that way."

"Father? My father? Ahahaha." he laughed pathetically. "This asshole is not my father. He was never around when I needed help. Or what about the times when you were all alone, raising me allll by yourself. He was never around when you would call. He was too busy fucking his other wife. You know, the one he cheated on you with." she stood there with tears in her eyes. "He never loved us. And I hate to even claim him as a father because it embarrasses me. When people ask where's my father, I don't even know what the fuck to say. Instead, I lie my ass off just to make myself look good. Well I can't anymore. I can't!" he shouted. "You're a sorry excuse for a man. I could never do what you did to me. I could never do what you did to us! I refuse to leave my family for some slut. You shouldn't even be here. You give the Timberlake's a bad name."

"Justin, please..." Lynn cried noiselessly. "You're making a scene. Can we please just...squash this whole thing."

"After he leaves."

"I am not going anywhere." he stood there, refusing to leave.

"Well if he's not gonna leave, then I will." he turned, heading towards the sliding door.

"Wait! Justin, wait!" Lynn followed behind him. "Justin..." she gripped his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "I'm so sorry." she spoke in a hoarse whisper. "I didn't mean to get you upset." he slowly turned to face her. "I just wanted you guys to...I just..."

"Mom..." he wrapped his arms around her, comforting her. "Don't cry." he looked up, gazing at Randall who stood a few feet away from them. "I hate him. I hate him for what he did to us." he skimmed her back soothingly. "He doesn't wanna see me happy. A few weeks ago when he showed up at my house, he tried to talk me into not marrying Giselle. All because of what his family would think. Well..." he released her, slowly gazing around to realize all eyes were on them. "Does anybody else disagree with me being with Giselle? Huh?!" he shouted. "I wanna know who else disagrees with me being with that beautiful 'black' woman over there." he pointed. "Tell me now!" he scrutinized everyone closely. "'Cause I could give a fuck what you people think. The only opinions that matter to me is my mom's and my fiancé. Because I am going to marry her regardless of what you people say. And if you can't accept that, then you're not what you portrayed yourselves to be. I thought this family stuck together. No matter what skin color you are." he paused, taking a moment to survey Giselle who stood there crying her eyes out. "Well I guess I thought wrong." he proceeded inside the house. "I'll stay for you." he spoke to Lynn. "But I'll be upstairs for the remainder of the day. Just until he leaves." everyone watched as he walked out on them, never looking back.

Words couldn't explain how heated he was. He wanted to hit someone just to get his anger out. And he knew the best thing to do was to be spaced out from him just until he cooled off.
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An hour later (4:12 p.m.)

Justin laid in bed watching television and talking on the phone. "Nah. I dunno." he grabbed the remote, quickly flipping through the channels. "I said I don't know. It's just...a lot of shit has been going on that...yep. Mmm hmm." a face had caught his eye. He sat up, never taking his eyes off the woman. "Oh my god." he sat there in shock. "I can't believe this." he watched the familiar woman give a guy head. "I...you wouldn't believe who I see on a porno. You have...put it on five sixty-eight. Hurry!" his eyes were glued to the picture, finding it hard to peel his eyes off the screen. "I know! I can't believe this. Why would she do something like this? Can I call you back? Yeah." he turned the phone off, quickly turning it back on to dial up a number. Seconds later, someone had answered the phone. "Hello? Valeria..." he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Guess what I'm watching right now? A porno. With your face on it. What the hell were you thinking? You think this makes you look like a woman? Maybe because I went out with you, that's why." he looked up, watching Giselle enter the room. "Shit." he quickly changed the station, flashing her a nervous look. "I gotta go." he turned the phone off. "Hey. Bored already?"

"No. I just came in here to put on a bikini." he flashed her a confused look.

"You're going swimming? Why? I mean..." he stepped out of bed. "I was hoping we could spend some time together." he wrapped his arms around her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

"We spend a lot of time with each other. This will be a good time to take a break." she began removing her clothes one by one. "I really think you should make up with your father." his head jerked back offensively.

"Make up? What do I look like? A bitch?" she quickly turned to face him.

"He had a point. No matter what happens, he will always be your father. He is the one who gave you life." he rolled his eyes.

"Ugh!!! I don't wanna hear this shit. I don't fucking care if he gave me life. I DID NOT ASK FOR IT FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME!" he yelled. "I did not tell him to impregnate my mom so I don't owe him shit. As far as I'm concerned, he's dead to me. He doesn't even exist in my eyes." she shook her head pathetically.

"How could you say something like that? Your father loves you, whether you want to believe it or not. He wants what's best for you and even though he hasn't been around to prove that doesn't mean he doesn't care. He loves you and he's trying to make up for all of that."

"Yeah, and how? By telling me who to be with?" he spoke smartly.

"Um..." she held her head down, crossing her arms over her chest. "Maybe you should listen to him. I dunno...maybe we should listen to him. I mean..." she lifted her head to peer in his eyes. "Have we thought this through? Are you sure I'm the woman you wanna spend the rest of your life with?"

"What? Are you kiddin' me? Of coarse! I love you. Not only that, you're having my baby. Getting married would be the logical thing to do." she peered deeply in his eyes as thoughts wandered her mind.

"I dunno. I was thinking...maybe we should take some time apart. I just...I don't want to interfere with you and your family's relationship. You shouldn't let a girl destroy your family."

"What?" he held a shocked look. "No. You're not interfering with anything. I love you, Giselle. You're the woman I wanna be with. I know they're my family, but they will never make me feel the way that you do. You're special." he wrapped his arms around her. "And it's not like my mom disagree with us being together. It's that...faggot out there!" he spoke angrily.

"He is not a faggot. He's your father. And when you start realizing that then maybe...maybe we can be together." he watched as she collected her things. "I'm going to a hotel. I'll meet you back at the house." he stood there, completely lost with words. He had no idea what was going on. Everything just seemed to be moving so fast.

"Giselle? Baby..." she departed the room, ignoring a word he said. "Fuck!!" he quickly threw on some clothes and exited the room. Lynn remained out back chatting with other relatives. She was startled by a loud voice. "Randall???!!!!!" he yelled in rage.

"Justin..." she began. "What's going on?"

"Where is he?" he gazed around the place, balling up his fists. His eyes immediately focused in on the older guy talking to another guy. "There he is." he brisk walked towards the specific guy, feeling his heart pound uncontrollably the closer he had gotten. "You happy now?" Randall locked eyes with his. "Giselle dumped me. All because of you." he stood there in confusion. "Why aren't you sayin' anything? Your big mouth caused the woman I love to leave me." he turned to face Lynn. "I told you he didn't wanna see me happy. He stood here bad mouthing Giselle just because she's not our color. I HAD BLACK GIRLFRIENDS BEFORE AND HE DIDN'T SAY A THING! NOW WHEN I WANNA MARRY ONE, IT'S A WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY!" He belted out. "I don't know if you realized it yet, but you're gonna have a mixed grand baby. Half white and half black!! So I want you to think about that. And I will never bring him to see you. Never!! And you better not come to my house to see him either. If you do...I won't hesitate to kick your ass." he turned, unsuspectingly feeling a hand grab his arm.

"Justin..." without a word said, he swung his fist, striking him in the face.

"Don't you fucking touch me!!"

"Oh my god." Lynn covered her mouth in shock.

"I'm outta here. I'm sorry, ma but I have to go. I can't stay." he pecked her on the cheek. "I'll call you later."

"Justin, you're gonna regret this." Randall warned, holding his cheek in pain.

"You say another fucking word to me..." he approached him. "...and see what happens." one of the guys held him back. "Fucking faggot. You have no right to tell me what to do. I don't care if you're my father. You never acted like one. Maybe if you did your damn job, things wouldn't be so fucked up right now." he shrugged the guy off him. "I'm gone." he turned, proceeding inside.

The following day (8:37 a.m.)

Justin had just made it back home. He pulled up in his drive way, immediately focusing in on a familiar car parked in the drive way. His heart had stopped that instant. He hadn't seen Giselle since the incident, and words couldn't explain how much he missed her.

He stepped out of the car, quickly making his way towards the house. "Ahaha." Giselle broke out laughing. "Stop that." she spoke to Nelly. "It wasn't supposed to be funny. I dunno. I'm so lost. I love him, and I just don't want to interfere with anything." she turned, coming face to face with a specific man. "Justin..." he sat his keys on the bar, slowly moving in towards her.

"I missed you." he wrapped his arms around her. "I couldn't stop thinking about you last night."

"Um...why don't we go to the office." she brushed pass him and departed the kitchen. "I finished your schedule. The WB has this show coming out and they want you to star in it." he followed behind her, ignoring every word she said. All he could focus on was getting her alone. "They faxed the script early this morning, like around six." he followed her in the room, shutting the door behind them. "Here." she handed him the script. "Take a look." he grabbed the script from her and sat it on the desk as he moved in closer to her. He leisurely leaned in, locking lips with hers. "Justin..." she pushed him away. "What are you doing?"

"I know you weren't serious yesterday. You were just trying to be thoughtful, and I understand that." she shook her head.

"No! I wasn't just trying to be thoughtful. I was being serious. I don't think we should see each other in that way anymore. Only if your parents agree to it."

"But you said you love me." he looked down, gazing at her hand that looked naked. It was missing something. And he just had realized what it was. "The ring." he met eyes with hers. "Where's the engagement ring I bought you?"

"Oh yeah. That's what I've been meaning to give you." she pulled out a ring, handing it to him. "I won't be needing this anymore." his heart had sunk in his chest. He had never felt so hurt in his entire life. It felt as if he couldn't breathe.

"Why are you giving me it? It belongs to you. I bought it for you."

"Justin...it's over. And I don't want you to think that this doesn't hurt me." she forced the tears in. "I actually feel like dying. I mean..." she bit her lip in thought. "I don't understand what I did to upset your father and for him not to like me, but...I just..." she cleared the knot in her throat. "It has to be this way." he shook his head, disagreeing with her.

"You don't love me. No. You don't..." his eyes slowly watered up with tears. "How could you do this to me? How could you let someone I hardly know ruin our relationship? You said you love me, but you're not acting like it right now."

"I'm just doing what's best for..."

"What about me? What about what I want?!" he raised his voice. "You know I love you. You're the only woman I love." at this point, he was crying a river. "And I can't believe you would let him do this to us. You don't love me. You never did!" he took a seat at his desk.

"Justin..." her bottom lip trembled with emotions. She felt so heartbroken and out of place. She had no idea how their relationship was going to end up from there on. "You have to believe this hurts me. I'm trying here, okay? I just want what's best for you."

"And I want you. I need you." his face was drenched with tears. This was actually the first time she had ever seen him cry. And she thought it was cute in a way. Because it showed her how much it effected him. "Why don't you just...destroy our baby while you're at it, because that's exactly what you're doing to us. You're destroying us." he stood up "I don't know if I can do this anymore. Being around you and not being able to kiss and hold you is going to drive me insane." he held his head down, debating on whether to take things to the next level. And he knew deep down it would've been the best thing to do. "I think...maybe you should...work somewhere else. Somewhere where we won't be able to interact." she nodded meekly.

"Yeah." she spoke softly. "Maybe that would be the best thing." she examined him for a moment, knowing that she didn't want to do it, but she knew it had to be done. "I'm gonna miss...working with you." this had to be the hardest thing she could ever do because she was so used to being around him. It was like he was her other half. If she wasn't with him, she felt empty. And he made her feel whole. "Maybe we can hang out sometimes." he held his head down, forcing his emotions in.

"I don't think that would be such a great idea. But we can see each other sometimes after you have the baby." a tear slowly escaped her eye. Why did things have to be this way?

"Okay." she spoke hoarsely. "I just want you to know that I love you. I really do love you and...I'm gonna miss you." a cry escaped her lips. "A lot." she sniffled, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. "Oh god." she cried, forcefully sucking it up. "I'm gonna go now." she walked pass him, unsuspectingly feeling a hand stop her. He pulled her towards him, slowly locking lips with hers. He leisurely broke away, resting his forehead against hers.

"I love you, and I will never stop loving you. You hear me?" she nodded, meeting lips with his once more. She moaned between his lips, slowly attaching her arms to his neck.

"I hate my life. Why does it have to be this way?" she cried. "I love you. I love you so much."

"Shhh." he reached up, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Things have to get better from here. I know it's gonna take some time, but it will work out. You're gonna find a man who's...better for you. Trust me." he pecked her on the lips.

"And you're gonna find someone who's perfect for you."

"I could never find anyone as good as you." he spoke seriously. "Never. I would spend a lifetime finding someone like you. Because you're that special." those exact words brought tears to her eyes. Something was telling her she was making a huge mistake. And she wouldn't find out until it was too late.

"I gotta go." he released her, watching her head towards the door. She pulled the door open, gradually leaving the room. He took a seat at his desk, sitting there in a daze. What was he going to do? The woman that he loved left him, all because of his father and what he thought was best.

It was official. He despised his father. And from this day forward, he vowed to never communicate with him. Ever again.

Author's note: This chapter has adult language and sexual content, so if you're not mature enough to read it, then don't. Because I did warn you. :)

4 weeks later

Giselle entered the building of Ford Models and proceeded down the hall. "Giselle? Giselle?!" someone called her. She quickly reverted around, coming face to face with one of the models there. Less than a week after she quit working with Justin, she got signed to Ford Models. And ever since, she'd been taking photos like crazy.

"Cady? Hey, what's goin' on?" they both ambled down the hall towards the elevators.

"I found this in the break room." she held up a magazine. The face on the cover immediately had her heart stop. It was a picture of Justin in a pair of boxers. The picture everyone had been talking about.

"Um..." she looked away, trying to keep herself composed. "Do me a favor. Promise me you'll never mention him or show me a picture of him again. Okay?" they stepped on the elevator, proceeding to the seventh floor. "How am I gonna stop thinking of someone if I constantly hear their name or see their face on TV?" her cell phone interrupted her. "Excuse me." she pulled the device out of her purse and turned it on. "Hello? Oteriah! Ahaha. What are you doing? Mommy missed you. Hahaha."

"Whose idea is this?" Justin asked, holding up a paper in his hands. "I found this answer sheet in one of your lockers. Now, one of you better tell me who did this. Or I will go straight to the principle's office. No questions asked."

"Cuttttt!!!!!!!!!!" the director yelled. "Great job everyone!" he smiled slyly. "Take five." Justin ambled towards his dressing room. For two weeks, he'd been working on the first season for a show that was going to be aired on the WB. Only seventeen episodes and four more weeks to go. Everything seemed to be moving by so fast. And there was not one day that would go by when he wasn't thinking about Giselle.

He entered his dressing room, instantly focusing in on one of the stars of the show. Christina Aguilera, one of his co-stars on the new mickey mouse club. "Christina?" she quickly turned to face him. "Hey uhh, what's going on? What are you doing in here?"

"I was just...looking around. Checking out a few things." he watched as she fiddled with a few things in his room. "Oh...look at this." she held a picture of Giselle in her hands. "This is your fiancé, right?" he ambled towards her.

"Ex-fiancé." he corrected while taking the picture from her. "If you don't mind..." he sat it back on his dresser.

"Oh no. I was just..." she bit her lip in thought. "She's pretty and um...I wish it worked out for you." he peered in her eyes. "Really." a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"You expect me to believe that? Especially after you pulled that stunt a few days ago. I told you, I don't want you. I don't want anyone. What I want is to be left alone. After this whole thing is finished, I'm leaving back for Los Angeles."

"Okay, that's fine. But don't try to forget about last night." he lowered his eyes at her. "I know it meant something to you..."

"No!" he snapped. "Last night was a mistake. Last night shouldn't have happened. I don't love you, okay? I never did. This is who I love." he pointed at the picture. "And she's the only person I will ever love." she slapped him across the face.

"You bastard! How could you say that? Especially after I gave my body to you. You enjoyed every bit of it. You even said so yourself." he took a seat on the sofa, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "You mean to tell me I don't mean anything to you?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what I'm saying." he stood to his feet. "Last night was just a one night stand. We were both hot and horny and it was something...in the heat of the moment. Now don't get me wrong, you're a very sweet girl. I'm just not attracted to you in that way. Giselle is who my heart belongs to. And I will get her back. Even if I have to die trying." he over exaggerated. "In the end, she will be by my side." she forced a smile on her face.

"Suit yourself." she brushed pass him, making her way towards the door. "See you on set." with that, she departed the room. He slouched on the sofa, resting his back against it. Giselle was beginning to interfere with his work and he knew for a fact that it wasn't a good thing.

Moments later, he departed the room and headed out on the set. A few of the women gazed his direction, eying him down teasingly. He could hear them whispering as he walked by them. What could be so interesting, he thought. He then focused in on a woman staring at a picture in her hand. She stood there, covering her mouth in shock. "Wow. Is this really you?" she flashed him a nude picture of him. His eyes immediately shot wide open.

"Where the hell..." he snatched the picture from her. "...did you get this from?" he gazed around, realizing a few other women holding the same picture. "What the fuck." he met eyes with Christina a few feet away from him. She sat in her high chair with a smirk on her face. He then knew that this whole thing was her doing. "You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?" he spoke, ambling towards her. "What the fuck is this?" he tossed the picture at her.

"Wh...I don't know what you're talking about." she spoke with a clueless look on her face.

"Don't fuck with me. Do it look like I'm playing with you?!" he raised his voice. "I know this was your idea. And you know, I hope you're happy showing everyone how I look naked. Since fucking you wasn't good enough." he turned, heading the opposite direction. She sat there, slowly regretting what she had did. She thought it would've made her feel good for the way he treated her back in the dressing room, but it didn't. It actually made her feel the total opposite.
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6:11 p.m. (Later that day)

After finishing off an episode for the show, he headed back to his hotel suite where he was staying for the remainder of his four weeks. He entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

He immediately discarded his clothes, and hopped in the shower. Afterwards, he laid in bed and watched a movie for that night.

Giselle entered a hotel, quickly approaching the front lobby desk. "Good evening." she greeted, getting the clerk's attention. "Hi, um...I need a room for the night." she pulled out her wallet.

"That'll be four thousand dollars." she handed her a card. "Hmm, so you're Giselle Ortiz..." she spoke, ringing up her order on the computer. "What a coincidence. The last available room left is the one by Mister Timberlake's. I guess you'll be neighbors." she stood there in shock.

"Excuse me?" she handed her back the credit card.

"Enjoy your stay." she stood there in a daze. She wasn't for sure what she wanted to do. She debated on whether to go to another hotel or not. But then she had just remembered it was raining outside. And there was no way she was going back out there.

After stepping off the elevator, she proceeded down the hall towards room 567. As soon as she made it there, she entered the suite, dropping her bags by the door. Being next door to him made it impossible for her not to go over and talk to him. So without hesitation, she departed the room and headed towards room 566. When she made it there, she took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door.

Justin was startled by a knock on the door. He lifted his head, peering at the door in questioning. He had know idea who could be at his door. And he sure wasn't expecting any company.

He stepped out of bed and approached the door. Giselle stood on the other side, fiddling with her fingers nervously. She had no idea what to expect. Especially since she haven't seen him in a whole month.

He yanked the door open, instantly coming face to face with someone he wasn't expecting. "Christina? Wh...what are you doing here?"

Giselle met eyes with an older guy. He had to be around his mid forties. "Um...I'm sorry. I uh, I thought..." she shook her head. "I'm sorry. I thought this was someone else's suite. I apologize." she turned, ambling down the hall.

Christina brushed pass him, inviting herself in. "What are you doing here?" he asked, shutting the door behind her.

"I came to see you." she held up a bottle of wine. "Look what I got." he shook his head.

"No. That's exactly how it started last night. And I refuse to let it happen again." she sat down on the bed, making herself comfortable. "I want you to leave now."

"Oh Justin. You're so uptight. Lighten up. Let loose. Besides, I know you want this." she spoke, slowly inching her skirt up, flashing more cleavage. "Why don't I start by..." she kneeled down in front of him. "...sucking your big, fat cock."

"No!" he shrugged her away from him. "I said leave. And I'm not gonna tell you again." Giselle stood in front of the lobby desk, smiling down at the clerk.

"Hi again." the woman quickly looked up to stare at her. "Um...I just wanna clear something up. You did say I was neighbors with Justin Timberlake, right?" she smiled back.

"Right."

"Well is it me, or did someone make an itty bitty mistake. There's an older guy in room 566." she flashed her a confused look.

"Really? I could've sworn..." she put her focus on a computer in front of her. "One second." she watched as the lady scanned a list on the screen. "Ohhh, I made a boo boo. He's on the fifth floor in room 667. I got it mixed up. I'm sorry." she apologized.

"It's okay. Thanks for your help." she rushed down the hall towards the elevators.

"I'm sorry for showing everyone at the set your...you know...penis. I mean...I just had to brag. After all, most of the white men I've ever slept with had small penises and I was just surprised to see there was one who had a big one." she chuckled softly. He shook his head pathetically.

"You have a lot of nerve." a knock on the door interrupted them. He gazed at her in questioning. "You brought someone with you? I swear..." he ambled towards the door. "You will never stop." he yanked the door open, meeting eyes with the love of his life. "Giselle?" she stood there with a smile on her face.

"Hey. I um, the lady at the desk was telling me that you were staying at this hotel so I...decided to come see you and...maybe say hi."

"Well I... I was kinda..."

"Who's at the door?" he looked over his shoulder to gaze at Christina. "Giselle? What a surprise. You didn't tell me she was coming over." she spoke, wrapping her arm around his.

"You have company? Well um...it was nice seeing you again." she forced a smile on her face. "I'll leave you two alone now." she turned, heading down the hall.

"Wait! Giselle..." he flashed his eyes at her. "I told you to leave." she leaned in, pecking him on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow." she ambled down the hall, towards the elevators. Giselle entered her room, shutting the door behind her. She leaned against it, crying noiselessly.

She hadn't seen her ex for a whole month, and as soon as they reunite, she catches him in a hotel with another woman. This was definitely something she wasn't looking forward to, but she knew there was nothing she could do about. He had moved on already, and it was all her fault.

She jumped to the sound of a knock on the door. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, gradually pulling the door open. "Hey." the handsome guy greeted with a smile. "Is it okay if I come in and talk to you?" she shook her head.

"Um...sure." she stepped aside, allowing him to enter the room. "How did you know where I was staying?"

"The lady at the front told me." he answered, slowly turning to face her. "I bought something for you." he pulled a chocolate bar from behind him. "Baby Ruth. Your favorite." he handed it to here. "I hope you enjoy it."

"Um..." she accepted it from him. "Thanks." he took a glimpse at her tummy that was showing perfectly.

"Look at you. Five months now?"

"And a half. I'll be six months in two weeks." she corrected. A huge smile slowly formed across his lips.

"You mind?" he reached out, placing both of his hands on her round tummy. "Haha. It's tight." she watched as he kneeled in front of her, carefully placing his ear against her belly. He listened closely for a sign of life. This action made her realize how much she missed being with him. He just had that special vibe. Especially when she was around him.

"Who was that woman in your room?" he lifted his head to gaze at her. "She looked familiar."

"That was Christina Aguilera, wearing a wig." he stood to his feet. "She was on her way out the door when you came." he explained.

"I knew she looked familiar." she brushed pass him, taking a seat on the bed. "So what are you doing on this side of town?" he reverted around to face her.

"I'm filming the first season of Livin' Large. The one airing on the WB." her eyes lit up in surprise.

"Really? So you decided to do it?" he nodded.

"Yeah. I read the script, immediately falling in love with it. We finish in another month, so...this is where I'll be 'til then." she bit her lip, eying him down interestingly. "What about you? I was completely blown away when I saw you on the cover of Vogue. You actually went for it. You always said you wanted to be a model and you actually...followed your dream. I admire that." he positioned himself between her legs. "I admire you." for some reason, she could feel herself getting turned on. She wasn't sure if it was the way he looked at her or his looks period.

"Well, I enjoy it." he nodded, slowly gazing in on her perfectly shaped lips.

"More than working for me?" she gulped down, wanting so badly to kiss him. "You know I miss you. I miss fighting with you and...blaming my mistakes on you." she chuckled softly. "I miss everything. From our little fights to...the hot make up sex afterwards." she bit her lip, forcing her emotions in. She didn't understand why she felt so emotional all of a sudden. "I never stopped thinking of you. When I woke up in the morning and when I dosed off at night. You were all I could think of. You and our baby." he leaned in, placing a kiss on her tummy. "I love you guys." she looked down, never taking her eyes off him.

"We love you too." he looked up, peering in her eyes. "And I never stopped thinking of you." he reached up, running his fingers through her hair.

"Come here." she moved in, meeting lips with his. He slowly broke away, gazing in her eyes. She sat there, panting heavily. All she could think about was feeling his touch. That special touch she so dearly missed.

"I want you." he slid his hands under her skirt, quickly pulling her to the edge. "I want you so much." he tugged on her underwear, leisurely removing it from her body. His tongue explored her sensitive spot, tasting every inch of her. "Ohhh." she fell back against the bed, arching her back in pleasure. "Fuck." he grazed her clitoris, darting his tongue in and out of her. "Oh god. Ohhh." she gripped the sheets between her fingers, wanting so badly to scream at the top of her lungs. This was something she yearned. Since the day they had broken up.

He nibbled diligently on her, rubbing her sensitive area intensely. This had to be the best feeling in the world and if she had a choice, she would make it last forever. "Mmm." she gripped a portion of his hair as she felt herself climaxing. "Oh god yes!" her legs trembled violently against him.

"I wanna feel you." he hovered over her, slowly locking lips with hers. "Mmm." she stroked tongues with his. His hand groomed her pussy, saturating her even more. "Yes." he slid a finger in and out of her, feeling her clutch instantly.

"Like that?" she nodded.

"Yes." she slid her hand in his jeans, stroking him firmly. A deep groan escaped his lips. All he could think about now was feeling her.

He quickly unbuckled his pants and thrust them off. She pushed him on his back, leisurely trailing her tongue down his chest below his abdomen area. He watched carefully as she yanked his boxers down, gripping his hardened shaft between her fingers. She stroked him at a fast pace, hearing him groan in response. "Why do you like to tease me? Why don't you come over here so we can get this thing started. Haha."

"Not just yet." she slightly opened her mouth, twirling her tongue around the head of his penis.

"What are you doing?" he laid there, flashing her a surprised look. "I thought you said..."

"I know what I said." she sucked on him nice and slow.

"Mmm." his eyebrows raised interestingly. "You are just...full of surprises, aren't you?" he shut his eyes, enjoying every bit of it. He definitely had a feeling it was going to be a long night. A very long one.

The following morning (7:33 a.m.)

Giselle moaned softly, slowly fluttering her eyes open. She scanned the room, automatically realizing where she was. "Shit." she sat up, immediately focusing in on Justin who remained by her side sleeping peacefully. Her eyes focused on the clothes scattered everywhere and the lamp that had fallen to the floor. "Oh my god." she stepped out of bed, quickly slipping on her underwear.

"Giselle?" Justin called, patting the area next to him, realizing she wasn't there. "Hmm." he sat up, watching as she slipped back on her skirt. "You're leaving?"

"Um...yeah. I have a photo shoot at ten." she threw on her top. "Afterwards, I'll be heading back to Los Angeles." he held his head down, nibbling on his lip in thought.

"So this is it?" he asked, burning a hole into her. "What about us? Are we just going to...start back from where we began?"

"Last night..." she paused, taking a deep breath. She knew last night wasn't a mistake because she had every intention on doing what she did. "It was fun. I enjoyed it. But..."

"It was fun? Is that all you can say? It was fun?!" he raised his voice. "We made love. I expressed my love for you and now to find out that it was fun? I thought we did it because we loved each other. Not just to please your needs."

"I do love you. Now, I don't appreciate you telling me that I don't when it's not true." she spoke with attitude. "You know what happened a few weeks ago. I never changed my mind, just to let you know. Everything is the same."

"Yeah. Everything is the fucking same all right." he spoke sarcastically. "So what was last night, really? Tell me what was last night alllll about? I mean, you even sucked my dick. After you vowed to never do that until we were married." she lowered her eyes at him. "Tell me, why did you do it? 'Cause I don't remember us getting married. As far as I'm concerned, we're not even together."

"You're right. And it will stay that way." she sat on the bed and begin putting on her heels one by one. "Maybe I just wanted to show you that I still loved you. Maybe that's why I sucked your dick." she stood to her feet. "And now, all of that is over and done with. And it's time to move on." she eyed him for a moment before saying another word. "And...it doesn't include you." her eyes watered up with solution. She knew damn well she didn't mean a thing she had just said. But she knew what needed to be done in order for him to keep his relationship with his family. "I have to go."

He quickly shot out of bed, grabbing a hold to her waist. "We're not finished talking." he twirled her around to face him. "Give me one good reason why we shouldn't be together. One good one. Because this excuse about my dad not liking you is just pathetic. You already know what relationship me and my father have. We are not close. We never were and we never will be. The only person you should be concerned with is my mom. And we already know how she feels about you."

"But still..."

"No!" he interrupted. "I already told you how I feel about him. I don't give a fuck what he wants. He never was around when I needed him so why should I give a fuck what he wants now. And if you really loved me like you say you do, you wouldn't care either." he turned, heading the opposite direction where the bed was located.

"I just...feel like I...this whole thing is my fault. You were getting along with him until he found out we were together. And I just refuse to be a burden on..."

"For the thousandth time, you're no burden to anything. I want you. I need you. You're who I wanna spend the rest of my life with. I wanna grow old with you and die with you. Why can't you just see that?! Why?!" the tears slowly ran down her face nonstop. She knew how much she meant to him. She just wasn't the type of person to ruin anything. She didn't like to and she didn't want to.

"I have to go." her voice cracked from the tears controlling her.

"All right. Fine. Go!" he shouted. "Just leave. You've done enough damage to my heart." he laid in bed, covering himself with the sheets. She stood there crying her eyes out. Nothing could express the way she felt. All of this was her fault and she knew what she had to do in order to fix things.

He heard the door shut, indicating that she had left. And he wasn't for sure when he was going to see her again. It could have been in another month or so. Or maybe even longer than that. He probably would have seen her after she had the baby. Which was in another four months. And he knew he was going to have a hard time surviving without her through those long, sixteen weeks.

4 months and 2 weeks later

Justin drove full speed down the road, talking on his cell phone. "Just please call me when you get this message. I know you had the baby by now and...I just wanna know when I can come over and see her." he bit his lip in thought. "All right um...I'll talk to you later." he turned the phone off. "Damn." he couldn't take it anymore. He had to see her. He quickly made a u-turn, proceeding the opposite direction.

Giselle laid in bed gazing at her baby girl. After being in the hospital for three days, she had finally made it back home.

Justin stepped up on the porch, reaching out to ring the doorbell. He gritted his teeth in anger as he gazed at Giselle's car parked in the drive way. "Giselle?" he called, knocking hard on the door. Unsuspectingly, the door flew open revealing an unfamiliar woman. She looked like she could pass for a Hispanic. "Uhhh..."

"You have some problems. Knocking on the door like that."

"I um, I'm sorry. I just need to speak with Giselle." the lady rested her hand on her hip in attitude.

"And who are you?" she asked with a slight bit attitude.

"I'm Justin. Um...Giselle's ex-fiancé." her eyes lit up "I just wanted to see her and the baby. I..."

"Oh yes! Justin Timberlake. Come on in." she stepped aside, allowing him to enter the house. "She can't move too much, so you'll have to come upstairs." he followed her up the stairs. "I'm Finesse. Her mother."

"Oh...I'm so sorry for not..." he shook his head. "Never mind that. It's a pleasure meeting you. Really." she pulled one of the bedroom doors open.

"You too." he peered in the room, gazing in on Giselle who laid in bed breast feeding the baby. For some reason, he felt angry and happy at the same time. For one, he missed her and the last time he saw her was a few months ago. Secondly, she didn't even call him to let him know a thing.

"Hey." she quickly looked away, meeting eyes with his. "Nice to see you...made it back home." she watched as he pulled out a chair, taking a seat in front of her. "I just wanna say that...I'm very happy everything went okay with you. And the baby of coarse." she could tell he was upset from the glow in his eyes. "Just one question. What the hell were you thinking?" she looked down to gaze at the baby who continued sucking on her nipple. "I'm already pissed we haven't seen each other for god knows how long. I've been calling you and you haven't returned any of my calls. Now..." he chewed on his inner lip, forcing his anger inside. "You have the baby, and don't tell me shit. It's like I never even impregnated you. This whole thing is getting outta control. I wanna know how you feel about me. The god honest truth." she cleared her throat.

"Would you like to hold her?" she asked, ignoring a word he said. He gazed at the baby, slowly feeling himself calm down. He was so angry, he had completely forgotten the baby was there.

"Yeah. Sure." he stood up, carefully accepting the baby from her. Just the sight of her brought a smile to his face. He was completely speechless. Words couldn't express the way he felt.

He didn't think in a million years he would be a father so soon. To a beautiful baby girl. "She's beautiful." he took his seat, never taking his eyes off her. "This is...unbelievable. How much did she weigh?"

"Eight pounds, four ounces." his eyes lit up interestingly. "She has a head full of hair." he lifted his head, peering in her eyes.

"Like you?" she looked away, biting her lip in thought. "Why didn't you call me? I mean...did you even care about what was going on with me during those four long months? I didn't think you would avoid me so...I started thinking something bad had happened to you. I was worried." he burned a hole into her. "It was like...you had fallen off the face of earth."

"I..." she exhaled heavily. "I've just been busy and...I just had a lot of shit on my mind. I couldn't..." he looked away, putting his focus back on the baby.

"Just...forget it. I'm just gonna stop caring about us since obviously...you stopped a long time ago." he placed a soft kiss on the baby's forehead. "What's her name?"

"Um...Kara. Kara Giselle Timberlake." he smiled slyly.

"You gave her my last name." he nodded. "Cool. That was the least you could do. Well..." he stood to his feet. "I'm gonna leave you...to yourself now. You don't look like you too much...want me around. So..." he carefully handed her back the baby. "I'll come back tomorrow to see her."

"I'll...call you." he shook his head, slowly ambling towards the door.

"Don't bother." he departed the room, shutting the door behind him.
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A year later (2008)

Kara ran down the hall holding a teddy bear in her hands. "Kara!!!!!" Oteriah ran after her. "Give me back my bear!!!! Mommy!!!! Kara won't give me mister bear!!!" she screamed.

"Oh stop with all that noise. You guys are giving me a headache." Giselle spoke from the sofa in the living room. "I'm sorry. They're...always like that." she explained to Kevin, her friend who sat beside her. "I'm getting tired." she spoke, guzzling up the last bit of beer. "What time is it?"

"Ummm..." he glanced at his watch. "Nine fifty. Yeah." he stretched. "I think I better go." he stood up, stretching his arms and legs. "Wooo! I'll see you later."

"All right." she watched him walk towards the door. "Drive safely." he smiled, exiting the house afterwards. She sat there in a daze. All she could think about was diving in bed and calling it a night.

On her way up the stairs, she heard the door bell go off. "Damn." she jogged back down stairs towards the front door. "Who is it?!"

"It's me." she unlocked the door, gradually yanking it open. To her surprise, it was Justin standing there with a bag of food in his hands. "Hey."

"Um...wassup? I thought you were..."

"Just came back." he walked pass her, inviting himself in. "Where's Kara? I brought her some food."

"Mommy! Mommy!" Kara called, running in the living room where she was located.

"Hey baby girl!!" she ran towards him with her arms stretched out.

"Daddy!!!" he embraced her in a hug.

"Hey. I missed you." he kissed her on the cheek. "Look what I brought you. Taco bell!!"

"Yayy!!" she spoke excitedly.

"Where's your sister? I have something in here for her as well." he pulled the contents out, sitting them on the coffee table. "Mmm." he chewed on one of her cinnamon twists. "Good."

"Hi, Justin." he looked up to gaze at Oteriah.

"Hey, Tee Tee. You hungry? I bought some food." he stood to his feet. "Why don't you guys go eat that in the kitchen, okay? I'll be getting your things ready in the meantime." he watched the two head towards the kitchen with their food. "Any way..." he stuffed his hands in his pockets, slowly meeting eyes with Giselle who remained on the sofa. "I was gonna take...Kara off your hands for a few days. Tee Tee is welcomed to come if it's okay with you." she shrugged her shoulders.

"That's fine. Um, you wanna come help me get their things ready?"

"Sure." they entered the room upstairs, immediately occupying their time by gathering up a few things for Oteriah and Kara. "I saw the special on TV. You looked great. I especially enjoyed the blue bikini." she chuckled softly.

"Yeah, I'm sure you did." she tossed a few clothes in a duffle bag. "I saw you on the cover of play girl." she turned to face him. "You're posing nude now?"

"Hahaha." he broke out laughing. "No. I was actually wearing some tight ass undies. Now I remember why I wear boxers. Those things have to be the worse..." he shook his head pathetically. "Luckily they were paying me a whole shit load of money."

"Yeah. Luckily." she tied a knot in one of the duffle bags. "So how long are you gonna have them? You know I can't be in this house by myself too long."

"I don't see why not." he stood by the sliding door, gazing out at the beach. "You can chill by the beach. Maybe..." he turned to face her. "Maybe you'll meet a handsome guy and..." she rolled her eyes. "...fall in love."

"Whatever." she took a seat on the bed. "I can't be in love with two guys. Now can I?"

"Oh?" he joined her side. "And who is this other guy you're in love with? Because I sure as hell know it's not me." she chuckled softly.

"Don't play dumb with me. Who else could I be in love with?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"I know you're not referring to me, because you don't act like you're in love with me. Especially after you called off our engagement because of my...father." she rolled her eyes in irritation.

"You know why I..."

"Yeah I know. You didn't wanna interfere with our relationship. Something we never had to begin with." he rose from the bed. "I better be going. I gotta meet Stephanie back at the house."

"Oh yeah. I forgot to mention her. How is she doing? It's so hard to believe you moved on already. I thought maybe..."

"Come here." he motioned her over. She stood there with a clueless look on her face. "Would you..." he gripped her waist, leisurely pulling her towards him. "...bring your ass over here?" he leaned in, pecking her on the lips. "I told you, we are not seeing each other." he kissed her once more. "She's just an assistant. I didn't wanna replace you, but after realizing how hard it was trying to set my schedule and all that other stuff...I had to hire someone." he explained. "That is cool with you, right? I mean..."

"Oh yeah. You have to do what you gotta do." he trailed his hands down her back, placing them on her butt. "Stop that." she slid his hands away. "I told you about touching my ass. You're only supposed to do that with girlfriends. Not ex-girlfriends." she broke from his grip.

"Sure." he spoke sarcastically. "Any way, I'm leaving now. Tell the girls to meet me outside." he yanked the door open. "Oh, I almost forgot." he tossed her a condom. "That's for your friend Kevin. When he comes over for some...pussy."

"You..." she picked up a brush, heaving it at him. It flew by him, missing his head by an inch. "Asshole!" she could hear him laughing down the hall. He would always make a joke about something like that when he knew it wasn't true. The truth was that he wanted her back. And he had to play it off by pulling a joke on her every once in a while.

Around six that evening...

"Hey." Justin entered the office where his assistant Stephanie was. "How are things coming along in here?" he asked, taking a seat beside her.

"Um..." she sat back, running her hand over her hair in frustration. "All right, I guess. Just...a little stuffy in here." she spoke, fanning herself.

"Oh, I didn't realize it was hot in here." he stood up, quickly changing the temperature on the AC unit. "I put it to seventy. Any way..." he took a seat on the desk in front of her. "I just wanted to tell you that you're doing a wonderful job. You know, being that this is your first week working for me." she smiled warmly.

"Thank you." he nodded.

"No problem. And umm...just to clear things up. You get paid a salary. No hourly wages. And you get your check every first day of the month." she nodded. "Now is that cool with you? You're free to tell me if you don't agree with anything. I don't mind hearing your opinions."

"No. Everything is fine." he flashed her a smile. "But um...there is something I was concerned about. Is everything okay with you? I just...I've been noticing how tense you get whenever I mention Giselle." he looked away, fiddling with his fingers in boredom. "You miss her, don't you?" he stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"I dunno. Should I? I mean..." he turned to face her. "I see her frequently, so I really don't see why I should be...missing her in that way." she chuckled softly.

"All right. Well if you don't miss her..." she stood up, leisurely unzipping her top, flashing him her naked chest. "Prove it." she took a few steps towards him. "I want you to kiss me."

"Haha." he shook his head pathetically. "You know this is very unprofessional. You're my assistant." she shrugged her shoulders.

"So. Giselle was also your assistant and you had no problem fucking her." she rested her hands on her hips. "What do I have to do to make you touch me...the way that you touched her? Do I have to be this...big, rich celebrity like Britney Spears? Haha." he stood there, gazing at her chest area. "What? You like what you see? You wanna..." she stood closely in front of him. "...touch 'em?"

"Hmm." he reached out, cupping her breasts in his hands. She watched as he twirled his tongue around one nipple, sucking and nibbling along the way. "Hmm." he pulled back. "Tasty, but I prefer chocolate tits instead. I'm sorry." her head jerked back offensively. "I'm gonna go check up on the girls. I suggest you cover yourself." he exited the room, closing the door afterwards.

Four days later

Giselle laid on the sand next to the male model she was posing with. "Kel, you have to be sure to keep her body concealed with yours, okay?" the photographer spoke. "This isn't playboy." he joked.

"Ahaha. We know that." he kept his position on top of her. "Damn, this is really uncomfortable." he gazed into her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I know you're not used to having a total stranger all up on you. Especially while you're naked." she broke out laughing.

"Am I missing something? I was actually talking about this hot ass sand. Haha." he laughed along with her.

"Oh. My bad." the photographer continued taking pictures of them. "So this isn't comfortable for you?" she shook her head.

"No. I can't even count how many men I've token pictures naked with."

"Put your hand in his hair, Giselle. And put your other one on his back." she rolled her eyes.

"All right, now this is..." she followed instructions. "Luckily I'm not married. I don't think my husband would've tolerated this. Aha." Justin ambled out on the beach, following one of the workers towards Giselle.

"Giselle, honey. You have a visitor." she quickly looked up, meeting with Justin. "She's busy right now. But you could wait until she's done."

"Thank you." he thanked, gazing back at Giselle. He stood there, crossing his arms over his chest, never peeling his eyes off her.

"Damnit." she mumbled, feeling very uncomfortable all of a sudden. "What the hell is he doing here?" the photographer took a few more photos with them in the same pose.

"Giselle, wrap your right leg around him." she shut her eyes, knowing deep down something was going to go down. She hesitantly lifted her leg, attaching it to his waist. Justin stood there in shock when he finally realized she was fully naked.

"What is this? Are you posing for playboy or something?" he spoke up.

"Who are you?" the photographer asked in curiosity.

"I'm her ex. And you shouldn't be having her out in the public's eye lookin' like this. This isn't a porno."

"For the love of God." she stood up, revealing her naked body. "You mean like this? Huh?" she twirled around, showing every inch and every curve of her body. "Look everybody!! I'm naked!!" she shouted. "I said I'm naked!!!" he gazed around, realizing there was no one else but them on the beach. "For your info, this is a private shooting. Which reminds me. Why are you even here?" she grabbed her robe and threw it on.

"I stopped by to ask you out to lunch." she gawked to the side to stare at him.

"You're asking me to lunch?" he nodded.

"Yeah." a smirk slowly formed across her lips.
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The two sat at a table outside of a restaurant eating food. "I need to talk to you. But you have to promise you'll hear me out." she took a bite out of her chicken sandwich.

"What is it?" he took a sip of his Pollo Tropical fruit punch.

"I don't think you should...pose nude for this company anymore." she gazed at him in skepticism.

"I beg your pardon. What do you...mean?" he chewed on a fry, hesitant to go any further with the subject because he knew it would've gotten out of hand.

"I just...you shouldn't be treating your body like this. When I first met you, you wasn't like this. Now I'm not sure if it was our break up that...made you do a one eighty on me. You're just...completely a different person. I liked the other Giselle. You know, the one who I proposed to." a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"I could really care less what you liked. I'm trying to do something for myself now. And posing nude is one of 'em. So if you don't like that and can't accept the fact that I'm not that innocent assistant of yours anymore, then..." she trailed off, realizing the hurt look on his face. And she was slowly beginning to realize how badly her behavior effected him.

"I really don't know what to do anymore. I've been...reframing myself from telling you how I felt about all of this, because I thought maybe you would've had common sense to know how much this would've effected me. But it seems to me like you don't care at all about how I feel. The break up; your relationship with Kevin; this modeling thing. It's all tearing me into shreds. I want you back and no matter how hard I try to...prove that, it's like...something new is always coming up. Like this for instance." he sat back, fiddling with his fries with a fork. "Maybe, I should just...really move on since I know there's no future with us." he met eyes with hers. "I'm gonna move on with my life. And as much as I'd hate to do it..." he bit his lip. "It seems like I have no choice. But before I do so, I just wanted to know if it was okay with you." he laughed faintly. "Who am I kiddin'. Of coarse it's okay with you. I mean...why would you care if I found another woman who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. It's not like you wanted to marry me any way." he pulled out his wallet, tossing a few bills on the table. "Lunch is on me. You um, about ready to go? I have a meeting at four." he stood up, pushing in his chair.

"Wait. Um, why don't you have a seat. Let's...finish talking." he pulled out his chair, taking his seat across from her. Was she actually going to come to her senses and realize what an idiot she was? She knew she wanted this man. And she would have been stupid to let another woman take him away.

9:01 p.m. (Later on that night)

Knocking brought Giselle's attention to the door. "I'll get that." Nadia rushed towards the front, hearing a knock once more. "Coming!!!" she yanked the door open, locking eyes with Justin's. "Well hello there." he smiled in return.

"Hey, how you doin'?" he pecked her on the cheek.

"I'm good. You?" she stood aside, allowing him to enter the house.

"I'm great." she shut the door behind him. "Where's Giselle? Don't tell her I'm here. I wanna surprise her."

"Oh. Well she's in the kitchen." he ambled towards the kitchen, peering in to gaze at her. She stood over the stove, stirring a pot of rice. He took baby steps towards her, being sure not to make a sound. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her, startling her a bit.

"Hey." he spoke, placing a kiss on her cheek. A huge smile slowly formed across her lips.

"Justin?" she looked over her shoulder to stare at him. "Hey!" she turned his direction, slowly locking lips with his. "Mmm. It's about time you showed up."

"Look what I got." he held up a diamond ring. "Your engagement ring." she watched as he slid the ring back on her ring finger. "Promise to never take it off." she wrapped her arms around him, leisurely meeting lips with his.

"Promise." she spoke between kisses. "Wanna go upstairs and make love?"

"Damn, girl. You sure do move fast." she hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He quickly carried her out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards the bedroom.

A week later

Lynn pulled the door open, gazing down at a little girl. She stood there with a bag in one hand and a Barbie doll in the other. "Gwanny!!! (Granny!!!)"

"Kara." she embraced the little girl in a hug. "How's my beautiful grand daughter?"

"Lookie." she held up her doll. "She got car and food. And...and Ken." she broke out laughing. "Pay wit me?" she ran her hand over her curly thick hair.

"Sure. But after we get you settled in your room." she stood up, watching her son approach her. "Hey, Randall." he gestured a vomit sign. "Haha, stop that."

"My name is not Randall. Please remind me to change that whenever I get a chance." he leaned in, pecking her on the cheek. "How you been? Lookin' beautiful as ever." she rolled her eyes mischievously. "I hope you don't mind if we crash here for a couple of days."

"Of coarse not. Do me a favor and show Kara to her room." she gazed in on another girl who looked like she could be four or five. "And who is this pretty little girl? You must be the famous Oteriah. What's that line again?"

"I gotta have my pops." she broke out laughing.

"That's it!" she embraced her in a hug. "You're so beautiful. You look just like your mommy." she smiled warmly. "Why don't you go inside. Justin will show you to your room, okay?" she brushed pass her, making her way further inside.

Giselle stepped up on the porch with a few bags in her hands. "Hello." she greeted with a smile. "It's been a while."

"Yes it has." she eyed her figure. "You look absolutely beautiful." she embraced her in a warm hug. "It's so good to see you again."

"You too." she pulled away to gaze in her eyes. "You always look the same. It's like you're not aging one bit." she spoke, following her inside.

"Aw stop that. You're making me blush." her smile slowly faded when she met eyes with the familiar older guy. That moment she laid eyes on him, she knew something bad was going to happen. Because he was the one who caused the horrible break up between her and Justin.

"Um..." she had no idea what to say.

"Hello, Giselle." he approached her. "I got it right this time?" she forced a smile on her face.

"Yes sir. It's good to see you again." he stretched his arms out, inviting her in a hug. "Uhhh..." she hesitantly wrapped her arms around him, holding him firmly. What an odd moment for her.

"You look beautiful." she pulled away from him, peering directly into his eyes.

"Well uh, you don't look too bad yourself."

"It is so good to be home." she shut her eyes, immediately recognizing the voice. "What are we..." he trailed off, locking eyes with the man he never wanted to see again. "Um..." he looked away, flashing Lynn a serious look. "Can we talk? In private." he brushed pass her, making his way towards the den.

"Damn. That's definitely not a good sign. Giselle, why don't you go put your things away. We'll meet in the kitchen."

"Yes ma'am." she ambled up the stairs to the room. Justin stood by the table in the den, scrutinizing a picture of him hanging on the wall. He had to be about ten years old, because of the thick curls in his head. He hated them and for some reason, that was what attracted most girls. Half of the women he had dated loved his hair. The ole' poodle hair, he would call it.

"What's up?" he leisurely twirled around, meeting up with his mother. "Before you...get all upset with me..."

"I'm already upset with you." he interrupted.

"Listen..." she moved in closer to him. "Randall came on short notice. After he found out you were visiting me for a couple of days. You wanted to make up with you." he shook his head pathetically.

"That man doesn't wanna make up."

"Yes he does! You have to believe, he's a changed man."

"Mom..." he began. "That's bullshit and you know it. He's not a changed man. I mean, why all of a sudden he wants to change? After being in and out of our lives for over two decades." she held her head down. "What has he done to you? You used to take up for me whenever he tried to pull some shit like this. Now you're on his side. It's like, he never did anything bad to us to begin with."

"Justin..."

"I love you mom, and...I can't stand around and watch him play you like this." he moved in towards her. "You want him here, fine. But that doesn't mean I have to talk to him. Especially after what he put me through." he kissed her on the cheek. "I'll see you in a few." he brushed pass her, leaving the room.

When he entered the living room, he gazed at Giselle who sat on the sofa talking to Randall. They both looked away to gaze at him. "Hey. Why don't you join us. We were just talking about...this picture of yours." he gritted his teeth angrily. "Have a seat." his father offered.

"I would like to sit by my fiancé. If you don't mind."

"Oh..." he slid a few inches away from her. "Sure." he took a seat beside Giselle. "Okay, this is Justin when he was probably three. He used to love playing in the sand box at the park. I would twirl him around in that...what do you call it? The whirly thing."

"Oh I know what you're talking about. I forgot what it was called." Giselle spoke up. "I used to love playing it that too. Me and Nadia would take turns twirling each other." Justin sat in between them, not bothering to say a word. He knew if he did, it would have escalated to an argument. "You okay, baby?" she asked in concern.

He held his head down, intertwining his fingers together. "He's probably thinking about a few things. He would always behave that way when he had a lot on his mind." he slowly gawked to the side to stare at him, with the most meanest look on his face. He watched as his father sat there, flipping through the photo album.

"How would you know how I act when a lot is on my mind? You were never around." he spoke with a slight bit attitude.

"Yes I was." he replied, never taking his eyes off the pictures. "I was always around. You just never paid attention."

"You mean to tell me, you're calling me a liar?"

"You wants something to drink?" Lynn interrupted, sitting a tray of icy cold beverages on the coffee table. "Pink Lemonade. Fresh from scratch."

"I'll take one." Randall reached out, immediately watching another hand slide the tray away from him.

"Ladies first." he watched as Justin grabbed two glasses of juice, handing one to Lynn and Giselle. "It's so ashamed how I have to show my own father how to treat a lady." he rubbed in. Giselle sat there, forcing her laughter in. She had to admit, what he said was very hilarious to her. The same for Lynn. "Any way, my lovely mom and...beautiful fiancé." he turned their direction, pretending as if Randall wasn't there. "I have some great news. The network is working on the third season for Livin' Large."

"Wow. That's great." Lynn spoke in surprise.

"Yeah. They said that the show is doing great so they're gonna air a third season." he smiled proudly. "I mean, here I am...doing great in my career. And you would have thought that everything would go downhill after being humiliated and used by a guy who claims to be my father." Lynn's smile slowly faded. "I promised myself to never let him put me down. He may have ruined us back then, but I won't let him ruin is now. I was thinking about buying you a bigger house." he spoke to Lynn. "And I was gonna get us a ten bedroom mansion." he referred to Giselle.

"Wow. I...I don't know what to say." Giselle was speechless. "You mind if we...talk in private?" she stood up, making her way up the stairs.

"Oh, sure. I'll be right back." he followed her up the stairs towards the bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, he felt a hand fly across his face.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" he stood there, holding his cheek in pain. "Why are you doing this? I don't understand you at all. You never told me that you were gonna just up and buy us a bigger mansion and your mother a bigger house. What's wrong with this one? Huh?" he flashed her a confused look. "What's wrong with our house? You wanna know what I think?" she approached him. "I think you're just trying to show off in front of your father. You're trying to break him down as if you haven't done enough damage to him."

"..."

"I'm getting tired of this, Justin. You need to stop treating your father this way. I know he was an asshole towards you and your mother, but you have to get over it. It's time to move on. The only thing that should matter now is your family. And I hate to tell you, but you're gonna push us away if you keep this up. I refuse to be with you if you can't let something so ancient go. You're behaving like a child." he stood there with tears in his eyes. "You're taking all of this out of proportion. And you don't even realize that you're hurting your mother when you behave this way." she looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. "She forgave him a long time ago." he met eyes with hers. "Why can't you?"

"I dunno. You make it seem so easy."

"It is easy! And that's something you're not trying to get. I can really tell he's trying to work this thing out with you. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be here." he looked away as a tear slowly escaped his eye. "I'm gonna go back down there and join your mother. I hope you really try to think about what I said. You don't have to be best friends with him. Just try and be loving to him. For your mother at least." she leaned in, kissing him on the lips. He quickly grasped her hand, stopping her in her tracks.

"You don't mind if I...step out for a few. I need to get some fresh air." she smiled slyly.

"Yeah. Do what you think is best." she yanked the door open, exiting the room. He grabbed his keys, quickly making his way out the door. When he hopped in the car, he conveyed it to life and drove off.
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Is your man on the floor
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Yeah in deed I can run it, run it

Justin sat at the bar taking sips of his vodka. He gazed around the room, realizing that there were only senior citizens in the place. But there was one girl who caught his eye. She sat all the way in the back drinking on a cup of tea.

For some reason, she looked familiar to him. Like someone he knew a long time ago. He stood, slowly ambling towards her table. "Um ahem..." he cleared his throat, getting her attention. "Is this seat taken?" he referred to the empty chair across from her.

"Uhhh no." he smiled, slowly taking a seat in the specific chair. "Um, I'm Gina." she introduced.

"Jus..." he trailed off, immediately realizing where he knew her from. "Gina Bell? The chick who used to pee to bed." she held her head down, feeling completely embarrassed.

"It's nice to see you again, Justin. And yeah...that's me. Pee girl." she looked away, chewing on a stick of gum. "I didn't think you would be back in town so soon."

"I didn't either. This is where I grew up. I can never forget this place." he surveyed his surroundings. "There's no place better than home." she peered in his eyes.

"You tellin' me. I'm so ready to leave this place." she stood up, straightening out her outfit. "I better get back to work." he flashed her a questioning look.

"Wait a minute. You work here?" she rolled her eyes.

"Enough, Justin. Just because your dreams and aspirations came true doesn't mean you have to come back and put your 'used to be friends' down." he watched her head towards the bar. He didn't understand what went wrong. He wasn't aware that he was behaving that way. Then Randall had popped up in his head. Maybe he was being a little too harsh with him. He just couldn't get over the fact that he left him and his mother for another woman.

Maybe there was a reason for all of that. Maybe it was the other way around. What if Lynn asked for a divorce?

He devoured the last bit of his vodka, releasing a soft burp. "I need another drink." he stood up, making his way towards the bar.

10:59 p.m. (Later on that night)

Randall, Lynn and Paul all sat in the living room playing a round of poker. "Hahaha!!!" Lynn laughed. "I knew you were going to make that move. I had no doubt." they were all startled by a loud bang. The three of them quickly looked away, focusing on Justin who stood by the door with an emotionless look on his face. "Justin..."

"Why are you guys still up? Shouldn't you be in bed. Mom...dad. And..." he flashed Randall a disgusted look. "...Randall." he approached the kitchen, dragging his feet along the way. This was definitely a sign that he was drunk.

"You have a lot of nerve." Lynn whispered, following behind him. "What is wrong with you? How could you show up here completely drunk?"

"I'm not drunk." she noticed his eyelids were hanging very low and his eyes were blood shot red.

"Randall..."

"Don't call me that." he warned. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm going to the place tomorrow to take that...ugly ass name off my birth certificate." all he could remember was feeling a hand fly across his face.

"How could you talk this way?" she spoke with tears in her eyes. "You completely hurt your father when you made that comment back there. How could you call your step father dad but address your biological father by his first name? That was very disrespectful of you."

"Maybe because Paul was more of a father to me then he was. That jack ass..." she swung her hand, slapping him once more.

"Stop it!" she cried. "You should be ashamed of yourself. Behaving this way towards your father. People deserve second chances, don't you agree? 'Cause in that case, Giselle should've never given you another chance." she turned, departing the room.

Now this had to be bad if he got his mom upset.

The following morning (8:23 a.m.)

Giselle joined Lynn in the kitchen, helping her prepare their plates. "So um...everything okay with you?" Lynn broke the silence between them. "You haven't said a word all morning."

"I dunno. I just...I feel like something went wrong. Justin didn't come home last night and...that's not like him to just up and vanish like that."

"What do you mean? I saw him last night. He showed up around eleven." she turned to face her.

"Really? Well I didn't see him. I dunno. Maybe I was sleeping when he showed up." Justin entered the house, shutting the sliding door behind him. He peered in the kitchen while hiding something behind his back.

"Morning ladies." he ambled towards them. "I got you something." he held out two bouquet of flowers. "Daisies for you." he handed to his mom. "And roses for...my lovely fiancé." she leisurely accepting the roses from him, returning a serious look. "Um..." he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I just wanna apologize for my...rude behavior towards you and my father last night. You were right. You're always right." she smiled sweetly.

"I'm gonna go put these in some water." she walked pass him, leaving the kitchen. Giselle stood against the counter, still holding the roses in her hands. He gazed at her, not knowing where to start from. He knew he had a whole lot of explaining to do. Especially since he hadn't showed up last night.

"I know I have a lot of explaining to do and..."

"You damn right you do." she turned her back to him. "What is going on with you? I mean, you leave me and Kara last night and didn't even bother coming back. Do you even realize you have a family now?" he stood behind her.

"Of coarse I do. That's why I'm buying a bigger house for us." she bit her lip, forcing the sobs in. She wanted to break down in tears because she knew their relationship was slowly coming to an end. Right after they had gotten back together from their long separation.

"Do you even wanna be committed?" he wrapped his arms around her. "I just have this bad feeling that we're gonna break up again." she cleared the lump in her throat. "I don't wanna go through that again. It was horrible." she sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"That's the last thing that's gonna happen to us. We're not breaking up again. You hear me?" he pecked her on the cheek. "I refuse to let that happen again." she gradually turned to face him. "I slept in the guest room last night. So you see, I was here all along. I just needed some time to myself to think of a few things."

"Did you clear your head? You know, from all of your stress." he bit his lip, scrutinizing her closely.

"Yeah. I thought about it. I've decided to bring this whole thing to an end with me and my dad. I just...somehow got a reality check. I don't know if it was the two hard slaps I got from my mom." she chuckled softly.

"She slapped you? Twice at that. Hahaha."

"Yeah. Still hurts." he spoke, rubbing his cheek. "I'm really sorry. For everything." she wrapped her arms around his neck, slowly meeting lips with his.

"It's okay." he slid his tongue in and out of her mouth, teasing her. "Ahaha. Meanie."

Moments later...

Randall sat out back on the patio watching Oteriah and Kara play in the Jacuzzi. "Hot! Hot! Hot!!!" Kara screamed.

"Mind if I sit here?" he looked up, gazing at Justin. "It's boring in there. I thought maybe I could come...sit with you. You know, keep you company." he smiled sincerely.

"Sure. Have a seat." he took a seat at the table across from him. "It's a very beautiful day. Very hot."

"Yeah." he swallowed some of his wine cooler. "She likes it here." he spoke, surveying Kara who seemed to be enjoying herself.

"She's a split image of Giselle. Just pretty as can be." he chuckled softly, slowly gawking his direction to meet eyes with his.

"I um, I know we haven't been...communicating like a father and son should. And I know I was being a real jerk towards you." he paused, gathering up all of his thoughts. "Mom explained everything. How you guys met and...how it all ended. And I just have to apologize for not trying to understand it. I just...I thought you were this guy who didn't care about his family. Because you never called and you hardly came to see us. I didn't know what to think."

"Son..."

"No, dad. I really need to say this." he returned an interesting look. This was actually the second time he had ever remembered him calling him that instead of Randall. It actually made him feel special. "I'm sorry. I'm just now realizing that you cared about us all along. Relationships were not meant to last forever. And that was something you guys proved, but I'm gonna prove everybody wrong. You can make it last forever. You just have to be willing to go through all of the...heartaches and pain. I mean, what's a relationship without fighting? There wouldn't be the...fantastic make up sex afterwards if there wasn't fighting and arguments."

"I know what you're saying. Haha."

"Yeah. But um...that's basically what I wanna say. I wanna apologize for everything I've ever done to you. All of the mean things I've said and..."

"It's okay. I understand why you were behaving that way. I mean, I probably would have too if I thought everything went that way." he looked away, putting his focus on the girls. Why was he only seeing Kara? Where could Oteriah have vanished to so sudden?

"Oh my god. Where's Tee Tee?" he shot up, running towards the little girl. "Kara? Where's your sister?" she pointed to the water. He squinted his eyes, gazing at a body laying at the bottom of the Jacuzzi. It was a little difficult for him to see her due to all of the bubbles sparkling in the water. "Shit! Oh my god." his heart pounded uncontrollably. "Please don't tell me..." Randall jogged up behind him.

"Is she okay?"

"Ahhh!!!!" she shot up from out of the water, screaming her head off. "Gotcha!" they both stood there in total shock. He had never felt so nervous and petrified in his entire life. It actually felt like he was going to pass out.

"You bad girl." he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I gotta go get me a drink." he turned, proceeding the opposite direction. Randall covered his mouth, forcing in his laughter.

"How did I do?" she asked. He gestured an 'OK' sign.

"Great job." he whispered. "Next, I want you to scare your grand mother. Haha." she grinned evilly while rubbing both her hands together.

Two days later

"Mommy, dis (this)." Kara pointed out a coloring book with a picture of Disney's Pocahontas on the cover. "I want dis." she gazed at the specific item sitting on the second shelf in the toy store.

"Just...take the damn thing." she spoke underneath her breath. "And I don't want you tellin' me you want this and that when we get in the car. You better get everything you want now. I'm not coming back to this store anytime soon." she picked up a Barbie doll and two other coloring books on her way out the isle. "Where's Lynn?" she spoke, scanning the place.

"Giselle, over here!" she gazed at Lynn who had her eyes on a comforter. "Come look at this."

"Kara, stay with your sister. I'll be right back." she ambled towards her.

Justin tossed the ball, watching as it swiftly fell into the basket. "Haha! Ten to your...measly three. Ahaha." he watched as Randall carried the ball his way.

"I didn't realize you were this good at basketball. Why didn't you ever try out for professional..." he shook his head.

"Wasn't too interested. Besides..." he grabbed the ball. "...you ever met one of 'em? I'm an ant compared to them." he heaved the ball, watching as it fell into the hoop. "Eleven." he counted. "You sure you don't wanna...call it quits. I'm whoopin' yo' ass. Haha." he joked.

"I'm not a giver upper, son." he tossed the ball to him.

"Suit yourself." he spoke, shrugging his shoulders. "If I make it this time, you have to...cook dinner for us. Tonight." he shook his head pathetically.

"Okay, and if you don't...it's the other way around."

"Oh, no problem. 'Cause I know how to cook. But what about you?" he threw the ball. They both surveyed it as it slowly fell into the basket. "Ha! You owe us dinner." he brushed pass him, taking a seat at the table.

"Dinner it is." he joined him. "What do you wanna do now?" he wiped down his damp face with a hand towel.

"I'm so friggin' hot. Damn it's hot as hell out here. Where's my water?" he grabbed his bottle of water sitting on the pavement by his chair. "I know I never asked, but um..." he met eyes with his father. "...how's your other family?"

"They're good. Courtney asked about you." he flashed him a strange look.

"Courtney?" his eyes immediately lit up when he realized what he was talking about. "Ohhh that Courtney. How is she? Last time we saw each other had to be about...five years." he nodded. "I um..." he smirked. "There's a reason why you mentioned her, isn't it?"

"Actually, yeah. You know that girl is obsessed with you." his eyes lit up. "I don't understand. I mean, one day she's bad mouthing you. Saying how much she hates you and now...she's listening to your music and..." he broke out laughing. "It's very odd. I mean, you guys never got along. Now she loves you. Haha."

"That is weird." he put his focus on the pool. "Okay, I gotta ask this. I mean, I know I'm engaged and all but I'm a man. And a sexually active man." he paused. "How does she look now? She should be around my age, right?"

"Yep. Twenty-two to be exact. And yes, she's developed now." he chuckled softly. "She wanted to see you. I dunno. Maybe I'll stop her by before I head back to town."

"Cool." he gulped down some of his icy cold water. "Fu...brain freeze. Brain freeze!" he squinted his eyes shut. Randall sat there, laughing to himself.

4:58 p.m.

Giselle sat at a round table eating with Lynn and her two girls. "I have this theory. Justin was still going to get that ten bedroom mansion he was talking about. So, I was thinking..." she took a sip of her juice. "Maybe I should convert one room into a...game room or something. You know, that way whenever company comes over they'll have somewhere to go when they wanna play games. What do you think? Justin was leaving everything up to me and I really don't know shit about redecorating." she gasped, realizing she blurted out a curse word. "I'm sorry. My fault. I meant to say...nada. Haha." she chewed on her chicken sandwich. "Any way...I thought maybe, you would have some suggestions."

"Well, I think that would be very constructive. Especially for the kids." she shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess." she could hear a few people gasping, and muttering around her. She happened to gaze at the sixteen inch TV they had hanging from the hall, noticing the familiar face on it.

...recovered from his dressing room.

She put all of her focus on it, listening closely.

Over a year ago, the hot prince of pop was rumored to be dating one of his former co-stars from the new mickey mouse club. Christina Aguilera and the hot stud have been friends for a little over a decade now. The two were caught exiting his hotel suite last year when they were filming the first season of Livin' Large, which is one of the WB's television hit series. This picture you see here was token by Aguilera herself...

She gasped when she recognized the face and the body to go with it. The only good thing about it, was that his private part was blurred out. "Oh my god." she mumbled, holding her head down in embarrassment. A few people recognized her and slowly begin showing up at her table one by one to apologize for all of her problems and uncertainties.

"What is going on?" Lynn asked, slowly gazing at the TV. "What the...oh my god. Is that Justin?"

We will be back with an update right here on channel twelve news.

"We have to go." she stood up, helping Oteriah and Kara out of their seats. "Come on. We have to go."

"Giselle?" Lynn called, following behind them. "Maybe there's an explanation for all this. This isn't like my son to be showing his body on national television like this." they all hopped in the car, carefully pulling out of the semi-crowded parking lot.

"I don't know what to think anymore. I just hope it's not true. He better not have slept with her." she spoke only loud enough for her to here.

An half an hour later, they had made it back home. She parked the car in the garage and stepped out, following everyone else inside. She immediately met up with Justin who was in the kitchen talking with both Paul and Randall. "Hi." she greeted, making her way towards the refrigerator.

"Hey." Paul and Randall greeted in unison, slowly realizing how poignant she looked. She grabbed a can of soda and a bag of cheetos then proceeded out of the kitchen.

"I'll be back." Justin excused himself, following the way she went. "Baby?" he spoke, entering the bedroom where she was located. "I just found out some good news. They're building a ten bedroom mansion a few miles from our house. They said it won't be ready for another three months. So I was thinking..."

"You know..." she turned to face him. "This is what I was thinking..." she began, desperately wanting to slap the mess out of him. "I was thinking that maybe...we should move into our own houses. Just until we decide to marry. I just feel that you shouldn't move in with your lover until they have both...released the skeletons out of their closets. So let me go first..." he returned a questioning look. "During our break up, I was romantically linked with someone." his whole mood slowly begin to change. "You know Kevin? Well, we slept with each other." his eyes lit up. "That's right." she rested her hand on her hip in attitude. "We made love. And I actually enjoyed every bit of it. Oh and you wanna know something else? I sucked his dick." he looked away, feeling his heart beat erratically. "And I liked every bit of it. Now...your turn." he gritted his teeth in fury while burning a hole into her.

"Why are you just now telling me this? Is this supposed to...make me love you more?" she crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't lie to me. Just...tell the truth. You didn't really sleep with him, did you? I mean, after lying to me about it." she nodded timidly.

"Yeah. I slept with him. After lying to you about it. And he has a really...big dick. Maybe even bigger than yours." she purposely tried ticking him off.

"I don't have time for this." he turned, yanking the bedroom door open.

"You don't have time for what? Is it me you don't have time for? Huh, Justin?!" she shouted. "You don't have time to confess all of the sins you committed. But you do have time to go and fuck some other bitch, now don't you?" he slammed the door shut, quickly walking over to her.

"What the hell did you just say?" she backed away the closer he had gotten. "What did you just say?" he spoke, never breaking a smile. She knew then that she had pissed him off.

"You heard me. I shouldn't have to repeat myself." she looked away, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't get you. What the hell is your problem? I don't understand what I did to be given this bitchy ass attitude of yours." he spoke angrily.

"You don't? Okay, well why don't you ask your friend Christina. I'm sure she'll have a clue what I'm talking about, since you don't." she ambled towards the bathroom.

"Christina? I don't understand. What does she have to do with this?" he asked, following behind her.

"Just leave me alone, you jack ass. I should've known you were unfaithful. I mean, look at you." she sized him up. "You're Justin Timberlake. The number one bachelor in the country." she attempted to close the door when he held it open with his hand.

"That was really harsh." he entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "No more playing games. You better tell me right now what the fuck is going on." he demanded.

"Well..." she released a soft sigh. "Let's start off by saying that I saw a naked picture of you on the news today. It seems to me that you haven't been too faithful with me lately." he held his head down, all of a sudden feeling completely terrible because he knew what she was talking about.

"Baby..." he rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Look, I was gonna tell you. I just..."

"You just what?" she turned to face him with her hand on her hip.

"I...I forgot." she flashed him a look of disbelief. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Is that all you can say? You're sorry?" she shook her head pathetically. "You damn right you're sorry." she brushed pass him, immediately feeling a hand stop her. "Don't touch me!" she yanked her arm away. "How could you forget to tell me something like that? I know out of all the months we've been separate, it passed through that little measly...mind of yours." those exact words ticked him off. "You just didn't wanna tell me. You selfish, cheating ass playa!"

"Excuse me? First of all, I'm not a cheater. I don't cheat! Me fucking Christina happened when we were separate. And secondly, you shouldn't even be the one getting all worked up over this. You slept with your friend Kevin and sucked his dick. But it was a whole different story when I asked for the favor. Nooo. You wanted to wait 'til marriage."

"Yeah and so what?" his eyes lit up.

"So what?" he shook his head in pity. "My point exactly. You have changed. You don't care about people's feelings anymore. Everything is all about you. I can't even...ughh!!! How the fuck could you do something like this? You haven't even known this guy for two years and you're already sucking his fucking dick. Damn you!" he shouted.

"No. Damn you, you son of a bitch! You could go to hell for all I care. You...two-faced bastard."

"The only two-faced bastard around here is you. Fucking slut. How in the hell are you gonna go around sucking and fucking dudes dicks when you don't even have a relationship with them? You think you're setting an example for your kids? God...I swear. I hope Kara doesn't have your attitude. You're the most...selfish person I've ever known." those words brought tears to her eyes.

"Oh yeah? Well you know what? Maybe us getting back together was a big mistake. Us getting together period was a mistake, because you don't care what you say to people. And you know just what to say to put a person down." he instantly begin to regret his foul behavior towards her. "I could...kill you right now. But I can't and I won't." she sniffled, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm going downstairs."

"Giselle..." he reached out for her.

"Go to hell." she spoke, departing the room.
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9:00 p.m.

For five hours, Justin and Giselle haven't said a word to each other. She occupied her time with Oteriah and Kara. And he on the other hand, kept busy giving all of his attention to Randall, Lynn and Paul. "So, when are you guys heading back home?" Paul asked curiously.

"I dunno. Probably tomorrow evening." he answered, keeping his gaze on Lynn who was watering the grass. "Can I ask you something?" he sat up in his seat. "You know when you and mom have arguments...how far do they usually go? Do you sometimes call her out her name? You know, like bitch or slut ?"

"Haha." he broke out laughing. Randall also laughed along with him. "You have no idea what we go through. She beats on me when she feels that she's in the wrong."

"Oh yeah?" he was a little bit surprised. "She doesn't seem like the...abusive type."

"Well looks can be deceiving. She hates to be wrong. And sometimes I ended up blurting those words out. But it's not like I mean it. All of that is just...said around the heat of the moment." he nodded.

"How long do you guys usually stay mad at each other? Does it be for a whole day or..."

"Nah. Not really. There was one time when it lasted that long. But we don't let it get that far. You see, it's not good to stay mad at each other for long periods of time. You should always try and make up before the day end."

"That's right." Randall agreed. "Don't ever go to sleep mad at each other. You may never know when it's your time to go. And you don't want your last words to be, 'Go to hell, you crazed woman!' Ahaha." they all broke out laughing.

"Yeah. Haha." he laughed faintly. "I guess you guys are right."

"Of coarse we are. Now you better go make up with your fiancé. Especially if you wanna marry her." Paul suggested.

"Yeah. I think I might just do that." he rose from his seat. "Thanks guys. I'll...let you know what happened. If everything turns out okay." he proceeded towards the sliding door.

"Have fun." he lowered his eyes at him.

"Very funny." he entered the house, ambling towards the living room. His eyes directly focused in on Kara who was running towards him.

"Hi, daddy! Bye, daddy!" he chuckled, watching the one year old exit the house. He continued up the stairs towards the guest room where they were sleeping in.

"Why do grown ups fight?" he over heard Oteriah talking on his way to the room.

"Well...grown ups tend to disagree a lot. And that's how most of the fights start. Then you can just have a boyfriend who's so used to being the boss and that's how they can start too. Everything has to go his way." he had a feeling she was referring to him.

"Why do boys like to be the boss?"

"Haha, well most boys have an ego. If things don't go their way, they feel like they're being mistreated. Because they're either too used to being in charge or they're simply...spoiled. Like your step daddy for instance. He's one spoiled man. But you can't really blame him. He got his way practically all his life. That's how most rich people are. He has a sweet heart though." he smiled to himself.

"You like fighting with Justin?" she shrugged her shoulders.

"Ummm, maybe just a little bit. Ahaha." he reached up, knocking three times on the door. "Ut oh. Someone's at the door. Let's go see who it is." seconds later, the door flew open, revealing the specific woman. "Um..."

"Who is it, mommy?"

"Tee Tee, I have to go check up on Justin. I'll be right back, okay?" she nodded. "See you in a few." she stepped out, shutting the door behind her.

"Can we talk?" she walked pass him, ambling down the hall towards their bedroom. They both entered the dimmed room, taking a seat on the bed. He had a hard time figuring out what he wanted to say, because he knew this whole thing was his mistake. If he told her about him and Christina the moment after it happened, none of this would've emerged. "I'm...I'm terribly sorry." he broke the silence between them. "I know I should've told you after it happened. I just...I was afraid our relationship would part even more. And I...I didn't wanna completely loose you." she slowly gawked his direction, meeting eyes with his.

"The best thing you should've done was told me. I mean, the thought of you fucking her doesn't really tick me off. It's the thought of you trying to get back with me after doing what you did. That there makes me feel used. Like I'm not even worthy of knowing the truth." she looked away, freeing all of the tears bottled up inside her. "I do deserve the truth, don't I?" he nodded.

"Yes. You do." he bit his lip, hesitant to ask what was on his mind. "About Kevin." he paused. "Does he really have a bigger dick then mines?" she broke out laughing.

"God. Ahaha. Is that the only thing you can think of at a time like this?"

"What? You expect for me not to be curious about something like that? A guy doesn't like to hear that another man's dick is bigger then theirs. Especially from the love of their life." she sniffled, wiping under her diluted eyes.

"Truthfully, I really wouldn't know." he sat there in confusion. "I didn't sleep with him. I just...said that so you could feel the pain I was in." he reached out, grasping her hand in his.

"I'm really sorry. I mean it." she watched as he kneeled in front of her, positioning himself between her legs. "You forgive me?" she smirked at him. "What do I have to do to earn your forgiveness? Hmm?" he pecked her on the lips. "Do I have to...deflower you?" she flashed him a confused look.

"Deflower?"

"Oh I'm sorry. I meant to say...make loveeeee." he hovered over her.

"Justin? Hahaha." he trailed his hand up her thigh, gripping her butt. "Stop! Ahahaha." she laughed hysterically. "I said stop it." he begin nibbling and sucking on her weak spot. "Ohhh god. Okay, wait. Stop, stop, stopppp!!!" she moaned.

"Okay." he lifted his head to peer in her eyes. "What is it?"

"Before we go further. You better tell me how Christina was in bed." he rolled his eyes.

"Not this again. To tell you the truth, I don't even remember half of the shit we did. I was too drunk." she lowered her eyes at him.

"So you're telling me you were drunk when you slept with her? You idiot! That's how Kara was conceived, remember? We were both drunk when we did it. Do you even remember slipping on a condom?"

"Ummm..." he bit his lip in thought. "No. I...I don't remember." she immediately pushed him off her.

"You're...you are so irresponsible." he sat up, flashing her a look of questioning. "I swear, if you got her pregnant...you can just forget about ever deflowering me again." with that, she departed the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Shit." he mumbled, falling back against the bed. What the heck was he going to do now? If Christina was pregnant with his baby, his relationship with Giselle would be ruined. Or it simpler terms, the relationship would be over.

Author's note: This chapter is a little longer than the others and it also contains sexual explicit content. Still interested? If so, starting reading. LOL!

A month later

Stephanie sat at the desk typing out a schedule for two weeks in advance. She was startled by a loud bang. She immediately looked over her shoulder to gaze at Kara who entered the room with a bag of chips in her hands. "Daddy!" she called, gazing around for the specific guy. "Daddy!!!!"

"You lookin' for your dad?" she spoke to her. "Well he's not in here. He's probably out back with your mommy. Would you like me to take you to him?" she nodded.

"I want daddy."

"It's okay." she assured, standing up in her seat. "I'll take you to him." she grasped her small hand in hers and lead her out of the room and down the hall.

"The party doesn't start 'til four, so you should come any time before that." Justin spoke over the phone in the living room. "Yeah. Okay well I'll see you then." he turned the phone off, instantly locking eyes with Stephanie who approached him with Kara. "What's going' on?"

"Daddy!!!" she ran full speed towards him.

"What's wrong, baby girl? You okay?" he sat down, helping her on his lap.

"Tee Tee hit me." she pouted, rubbing her arm soothingly. "It hurts."

"Awwww." he pecked her on the cheek. "Where does it hurt? Maybe I can make it feel better."

"Hmm. Well I have a boo boo also." Stephanie blurted out. He quickly looked up, flashing her an unbelievable look.

"Um, why don't you go keep your mommy company. She's in the kitchen." he helped the little girl to her feet.

"Otay." he watched as she ran full speed towards the spacious kitchen. He then stood up, slowly giving Stephanie some eye contact.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't be...talking that way in front of my daughter. Are you insane? Do I have to maybe...write you up?" she smirked while crossing her arms over her chest.

"For what? For telling the truth?" she shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno. Maybe I'm just..." she watched as he took a few steps towards her. "...a little in love...with...you know who." he rolled his eyes.

"This is your first strike. Two more and you're out." he brushed pass her, proceeding towards the sliding door.

"The thing I don't get...is why they never said anything about it." Giselle sat on top of the counter, talking to Nelly while eating out of a bowl of left over cookie dough. "Why would they wait a whole year to mention it? That was kinda...ignorant of them, don't you think?" she asked, licking the access cookie dough off her finger.

"Yeah. But then again, what if they are stupid to begin with?" she released a soft chuckle.

"You got a point." Kara sat at the kitchen table coloring a picture in a coloring book. "Hey, have you ever seen that movie with um...what's face? Damn. I can't get his name. Ummmm...he starred on that movie with Ben Stiller when they were both cops."

"Owen Wilson!" they both spoke in unison.

"Haha. Yeah, that's him. Well any way, he's supposed to be starring on this...comedy slash drama movie with Justin. They don't start shooting 'til next year. That should be very interesting 'cause I think he's a genius when it comes to acting. Him and his brother Luke." she sat the bowl on her lap, demolishing the last bit of remains. "I love Ben Stiller's acting too. He can be funny when he's not even trying to be. Like on Starsky and Hutch. I thought that movie was hilarious. Oh and on that spoof he did for the MTV Movie Awards. The mission impossible one." she broke out laughing. "Just thinking about it makes me laugh. Haha." she sat the bowl in the sink, quickly washing her hands with dish detergent. "You need help with those peppers?" she asked, hopping off the counter.

"Um, I don't mind." she begin slicing up a pepper.

"I need to ask you something. But before I do, I wanna tell you about this incident that happened a longgg time ago. Kara, sweetie...cover your ears."

"Otay." she placed her palms on each ear, concealing them.

"All right, um...you know Owen, right? Well, when I first met him at the awards. This was when me and Justin weren't going out."

"You mean, when you both couldn't stand each other? Ahaha."

"Oh no. I always had a secret crush on Justin. He just had this special...vibe ya' know? And I used to be so fucking jealous when he would show up with his French girlfriend."

"You mean the bitch Valeria."

"Haha. Yeah her. I mean, they would be in that room for the wholeeee day. Doing god knows what. Sometimes I can even here her screaming sometimes. I wasn't sure if they were fighting or having sex. I mean...he does have a pretty nice size. If you know what I mean. But any way...back to what I was saying. Owen tried to sleep with me. I would've probably went on with it if he was my type. But I prefer is brother instead. Oh yeah, what I wanted to ask is about your check. How much does Justin pay you? Is it like...a big check? Sorry for prying, I just tend to get very curious about these things. I know he's paying Stephanie three thousand a week."

"Well, I'm making about the same amount. Just five hundred more." she nodded.

"Cool. Um...I have another question to ask you." she tossed the diced up peppers in a mixing bowl. "You're about nineteen or twenty, right?"

"Twenty-one actually." her eyes lit up.

"Really? Damn, I thought you were younger than that. Which is a good thing." she chuckled softly. "Any way, um...since you've been working here...has Justin ever tried hitting on you?" she quickly shook her head.

"Never. He's been too busy talking about you. How much he loves you and...how much you mean to him." she flashed her a surprised look.

"You mean to tell me he's been telling you stuff like that? Even when we weren't together? she nodded.

"Yep. And I have no reason to lie to you. He's in love with..."

"What's going on in here?" Justin asked, entering the kitchen. Nelly quickly straightened out her posture, shifting back to the other side of her when she was around him. He immediately gazed in on Kara who still had her hands over her ears. "Kara?" she locked eyes with his. "Why are you covering your ears?" Giselle covered her mouth in surprise.

"Mommy said to." he slowly met eyes with Giselle's.

"I completely forgot..." she trailed off when she noticed the austerely look on his face.

"Mommy..." he began.

"I can explain." she interrupted. "We were talking about grown up things that...a little girl shouldn't hear since you know, it was...PG rated. So I told her to cover her ears for a second. Just a second."

"My arms hurting." Kara whined. He lowered his eyes at her, giving her a forewarning look.

"Just for a second, huh?" she held her head down, biting her lip in thought. "It's okay, sweetie. You can uncover your ears now." she removed her hands from her ears. "Why don't you go outside and play with Tee Tee."

"Yayyy!!!" she stood up, quickly departing the kitchen. He met eyes with Giselle. When she noticed him staring at her, she begin to get nervous because for one, she knew he was going to say something to her.

"I came to see if you were finished with the baked chicken." she looked away, sighing in relief. "The guests are starting to show up."

"Um, yeah. You can take the barbeque one." she pointed to a pan piled with barbeque chicken thighs and drumsticks.

"Cool." he grabbed the specific pan, quickly slapping her on the butt on his way out of the kitchen.

"Ouch!" she looked over her shoulder, watching as he departed the kitchen, winking at her on his way towards the sliding door. "Jerk." she mumbled.

"You guys are something else. Haha." Nelly countered. "You realize he's been a little...on edge lately? I think he's nervous about something. What about you?" she shook her head.

"Nah. I haven't noticed. He has been a little quiet then the usual." she finished off her gravy. "Maybe he's upset that we haven't...done it in a while." she lowered her voice.

"Giselle..."

"What?" she continued with what she was doing. "It was just a suggestion."

"Yeah. A stupid one. Ahaha."

Meanwhile...

"Hahahaha!" Trace laughed hysterically at a comment Joshua, better known as JC stated.

"So after all of that, he had the nerve..." he was interrupted by loud laughter. "Let me finish." he assured, gazing at Trace who continued laughing his head off. "Like I was saying, after all that...he decided to apologize like an asshole. Right after the dude took his woman. Now I'm standing there giving him this...crazy ass look as if I wanted to murder him." Trace laughed even harder. "Any way, he then turns and looks at me with the look of uncertainty. Like he don't know why I'm lookin' at him like that. Asshole!" Justin chuckled softly.

"That guy was stupid. Real stupid." he replied, taking a sip of his drink. "I know you're not still friends with him."

"Hell no! Do I look like an idiot to you? Ahaha." they all sat outside by the pool. "Hey, that new assistant of yours sure is hot." he focused in on Stephanie who was talking to another woman. "She got a man?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"I dunno. Why don't you go and ask her. Besides, that's something I really wouldn't know. I really think you shouldn't get involved with her any way. I don't think she's the faithful type and..." he peeled his eyes off her, slowly gazing at his two friends who seemed to be really digging her. "I think I'm gonna let her go."

"What? Why? You have to be stupid to fire someone like that. And why shouldn't I get with her? Is it because you want her for yourself?"

"Hell...fuck nah. Why would I want her? I was just saying that you shouldn't waste your time with someone like her. She doesn't look like the faithful type, that's all."

"And how would you know?" Trace asked.

"Well..." he hesitated. "Maybe because she tried hitting on me a few times."

"You liar!" JC blurted out. "You're always trying to get the girls. You've always been that way when we were in N Sync. Girl stealer." he joked.

"Haha, shut the fuck up man. I don't even think she's all that attractive to begin with. She's the type of girl you take home to have fun with. Not someone you wanna spend the rest of your life with." he met eyes with Stephanie who remained in her position. "She looks like a good lay. I said good, not great." he corrected. "And then again, I could be wrong. There's only one way to find out. Why don't you go try her out for me." he spoke to JC. "You know I would, but as you can see...I already have my woman." he frolicked.

"You tryin' to be funny? I'm sure you thought about fucking her." he returned an awkward look.

"Hmm. Let me see..." he held his finger to his chin as if he was thinking hard about it. "Hell no. You..." he attempted to throw a rolled of piece of paper he held at him. "...asshole. I told you she's not my type."

"I believe you." Trace spoke. "I mean...you could've gotten with her, but you chose to go back to Giselle...who you're madly in love with." he chuckled softly. "That pussy have to be off the chain if she had you running back to her like that." his eyes shot wide open in shock.

"Excuse me? Dick head! F.Y.I, I am not sprung you retard."

"Sure you aren't. Justin be singing that song 'I'm sprung' by T-Paine whenever him and Giselle's doing it." Trace joked.

"I'm sprungggggg. How'd you get meeee." JC song.

"Got me doin' things I'd never doooo." Trace added. He sat there, watching as they made a fool out of him. "You damn right he be singing that. And knowing his dumb ass, he'll probably be laying on pebbles too. Hahaha." they both sat there laughing arduously.

"Man, fuck all ya'll." he spoke in a playful tone. "I'm not sprung for the thousandth time. She's just..." he paused as thoughts wandered his mind. "I just love her. I mean, you can call it whatever you want. I'm in love and I'll do anything for her."

"Like...eat her pussy, right?" JC whispered. They all broke out laughing.

"You guys are sick! Haha." he blushed, swallowing another serving of his cooler. "Um, ahem...all right um...I'm gonna confess something since I feel that I can trust you ya'll." he leaned in closer to them. Stephanie walked pass their table, when she happened to eves drop in on their conversation. "She has got to have the best...tastiest pussy I've ever had."

"Ohhh!!!" Trace covered his mouth in disbelief. "Dayum! You serious?" he nodded, pulling away from them.

"Yep."

"No wonder you're hooked." he tossed the rolled up paper at him.

"Bitch." he spat out.

Two hours later (6:29 p.m.)

"What's the score?" Justin yelled from the kitchen.

"Ten to fifty!" Trace shouted back from the sofa. "The Titans are winning so far!"

"Yeah!" he spoke excitedly. "Now I can remember why they're my favorite group." he helped Giselle out cut up some onions and bell peppers for the second batch of chicken. "Damn." he sniffled, quickly rubbing his irritant eyes. "Damn onions." she shook her head sadly.

"You are such a baby. I swear, you have a grown man's body but a child's mind. You can't even handle a lousy onion."

"Hey..." he pointed at her. "Don't start with the jokes now. I'm not used to dealin' with onions like you are. I'm more of the...garlic type. Garlic with chicken or maybe alfredo noodles. Mmm."

"You can put onions in alfredo noodles. My grandmother used to do it a lot." she mentioned.

"Well I'm not your grandmother. And alfredo with onions?" he held a disgusted look. "That must be the nastiest thing you could ever taste?"

"Well it wasn't. It was very delicious."

"How delicious? Like your pussy?" she gasped faintly. "'Cause if it was like that, I would murder it." she slapped him on the arm. "Ouch! You can't hit me because I'm tellin' the truth."

"I just did. And it's not like you can do anything about it."

"You think? Just wait until tonight? When everybody is gone." he threatened.

"Is that a threat?" he gripped her chin, guiding her eyes his direction. She watched as he slowly leaned in, meeting lips with hers. He slid his tongue in her mouth, stroking hers diligently.

"Mmm." a soft moan escaped her lips. He parted lips, leisurely gazing in her eyes. They were filled with lust.

"Does that answer your question?" she smirked, watching as he left the room.

Minutes later

"Damn!" Justin spoke angrily. "How in the hell did he miss that shot? Damnit!" he took a sip of his beer.

"Fifteen to twenty now." the doorbell rung throughout the mansion. "Giselle, baby...could you get the door?" she rushed out of the kitchen while wiping down her wet hands with a hand towel.

"I don't remember you being handicapped." she approached the front door. She reached out, twisting the knob and yanking it open. To her surprise, it was someone she wasn't expecting. "Britney?"

"Hey, chica." she embraced her in a hug. "How you doin'?"

Um, I...I'm fine. What are you doing here?" she brushed pass her, inviting herself in.

"I came to see what the lovely couple is up to. Where's Jay? Can you tell him I'm here?" less than a minute later, there was another knock on the door.

"Damn." she pulled the door open, meeting face to face with Valeria. "Oh lord." she mumbled.

"Hel-lo." she entered the house, proceeding further inside. "Where's Justin?" she asked, automatically gazing at the individual. He remained on the sofa in the living room watching the game with Trace and Josh. "There you are, my handsome Prince." he locked eyes with hers.

"Valeria?" she fell in his lap, slowly locking lips with his. "What the..." he pushed her off him, quickly standing to his feet. "What the hell is wrong with you? You outta your mind?"

"What?" she straightened out her outfit. "I came to see you." Britney and Giselle both stood there in shock.

"Ut oh. Something's goin' down." Trace blurted out. "Shit. There goes Giselle."

"Excuse me, miss thang." she interrupted. "Shouldn't you be out being the slut you are instead of messing with a man who doesn't even want you anymore?" everyone covered their mouths in surprise.

"Giselle..." Justin began.

"You better make her leave before I do. I'm tired of her showing up whenever she damn well please. This ain't your house anymore."

"And I don't remember you..." she pointed. "...paying for it either."

"All right." she ambled towards her. "This is gonna stop right now." Justin quickly ran in front of her.

"Ladies, please." he gazed at both of them. "I'll take care of her, okay? Why don't you go do what you were doing before. I got this." he watched as she headed the opposite direction. "Now as for you..." he gripped Valeria's arm, pulling her towards the front door. "You stay the hell away from me." she stepped out on the porch. "And don't bring your ass back here. I really would hate to see you get hurt." she watched as he closed the door in her face. "Finally. Now..." he turned, meeting up with Britney. "Brit?" she smiled warmly.

"Hey, Justin." she slowly approached him. "It's good to see you again."

"Miss Ortiz?" Giselle quickly locked eyes with Stephanie who entered the kitchen where she was. "Um, you mind if we talk?" she turned to face her.

"Sure. What about?" she asked, placing her hand on her hip.

"About Justin." her eyebrows raised in questioning. "You see um..." she ambled towards hers. "I was outside talking to one of his friends and I happened to walk pass his table when I heard him saying some very...nauseating things about you." that instant, her mood had completely changed.

Moments later

"Um..." Justin quickly looked up, gazing at Giselle who stood by the kitchen watching them. She stood there with her arms over her chest and a very unpleasant look on her face. "I uhhh, I think you should leave." her smile slowly faded. "I'm sorry. I know you wanna be friends, but...I can't just be your friend. Friends hang out and do things together. And that will be impossible right now. All I'm focused on is keeping my relationship with Giselle. I won't mess it up again." she held her head down, fiddling with her finger nails. "I'll walk you to the door." he led her outside on the porch. "Well um...I guess I'll see you around."

"Wait! You still love me?" he rolled his eyes.

"I can't talk about this right now. I have..."

"Oh yes you can." a voice spoke behind him. "Do you still love her?" he looked over his shoulder to gaze at Giselle. "I've been meaning to ask you that for a long time now." he held his head down, debating on whether to answer the question or not.

"I can't...answer that question."

"And why can't you? Is it because you still have feelings for her?" he rolled his eyes.

"God damn, Giselle. She was my first love. Should I not care for her anymore? Wouldn't you want me to care for you if we ever broken up?" she rested her hands on her hips.

"I really could care less. I thought everything was over between you two. Now all of a sudden all the exes show up when there's a new addition." he ran his hand over his hair in frustration. "I'm getting sick and tired of this. Every day, there's something new." she turned, ambling up the stairs.

He didn't understand why he was getting all the heat. It wasn't like he asked them to come over. "Britney..." she peered in his eyes.

"All right. I'm leaving." she headed towards her car. he shut the door, quickly jogging up the stairs, following the way Giselle went. As soon as he made it to the room, he gazed at her who seemed to be busy talking on the phone.

"I can't talk right now. Can I call you back? Yeah." she turned the phone off. "Shit." she scratched her irritant scalp. "Where's my purse?" she gazed around the room for the pink Prada bag.

Justin had his back against the door as he watched. "You wanna talk?" he finally decided to speak up.

"No thanks. I have somewhere to go. But, you can help me find my purse since you're so concerned." her eyes focused in on the small purse laying in the corner by the lamp dresser. "How the hell did it get there?" she grabbed the item, quickly making her way towards the bedroom door.

He decided to stand in front of the door, blocking her path. "Get out of my way." he shook his head.

"Not until you tell me where are you going." she rested her hands on her hips in attitude.

"That's really none of your business. Now move!"

"What do you mean it's none of my business? You're gonna be my wife. I have all the right to know where you're going."

"I don't think so. Just because I agreed to marry you doesn't mean you own me. I don't have to tell you everything. Just the things I think you should know. And this is not one of 'em." he nodded timidly.

"Okay. Well I wasn't aware that we were keeping secrets from each other."

"Ha!" her eyes lit up. "I wasn't aware of that either. So..." she rested her hand on her hip. "...why don't you start tellin' me some of the things you're keeping from me." he flashed her a strange look.

"What are you talking about?" she rolled her eyes. "I'm not keeping anything from you. I told you that I slept with Christina. And..."

"All right, why don't we play this game. Let me ask you something. If I told all my girlfriends about what we do in the bedroom, would you get upset?" he shut his eyes, immediately knowing what she was talking about. "What made you think it was okay to go and tell your homeboys about the things we do in our bedroom? And not only that, I get humiliated in front of everyone by your...stupid ex-girlfriends. I can't believe I'm just now finding out that you're still in love with Britney. But we're not supposed to be keeping secrets from each other, right?"

"Well..." he had no idea what to say. "First of all, I did not tell my homeboys what we did in the bedroom. And secondly, it's not like I invited them over. I'm..."

"It doesn't matter if you invited them over or not. You're still in love with her."

"No I'm not. Being in love and loving someone is totally different. I still love her, but I'm not in love with her." she shook her head. "Can I just say this? I didn't tell my friends about our business in the bedroom. I swear. I just..." he bit his lip in hesitation. "I just told them that you have...mouth-watering...you know what. That was it." she returned a traumatized look.

"Oh my god. Are you...that's even worse! Ugh! Just...move out of my way. Trust me, you don't want me to get ugly up in here." a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"That's not possible." her head jerked back offensively.

"Excuse me?" she spoke with attitude.

"You can never be ugly. Even if you tried." her mood had slowly changed when she noticed the look on his face. "You have to believe me. That was all I told them. I swear." he reached out, grasping her hands in his. "You do believe me, right? I mean..." he licked his lips. "You're not gonna believe some...bitch over me, now are you?" she met eyes with his. "I know Stephanie told you. She was the only one around when we were talking. And not only that, she has some...little crush on me. I dunno why. But..." he shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter. What matters is you and I. Don't let this break us up." she slowly woke up out of her daze when she noticed him inching his way closer to her. He happened to lean in for a kiss, but she held her hand out, blocking him.

"Nice try." she pushed him aside. "You're not gonna get off the hook that easy." she reached out, yanking on the door. He quickly ran in front of her, blocking her path. "Ughh!!! Not this again. Justin..."

"Giselle..." she lowered her eyes at him. "I think you're going too far with this. I never said I was still in love with her. She just wanted to be friends and do all that stuff friends do. But I told her I couldn't be her friend. I didn't wanna do something so...stupid to loose you again." she rolled her eyes in irritation.

"Like telling all your immature friends about my delicious pussy, right?" he held his head, releasing a soft sigh.

"You're not trying to listen to me, are you? Why do you keep thinking about all the bad things that I do? Yeah, I know I was wrong for telling them that. Sorry to brag about something I love. I..."

"I wanna ask you something." she interrupted. "I'm gonna put myself in your shoes. What if I was with all my girlfriends and I decided to tell them how big your dick is or...how good you are at giving head. Would you get upset with me? Or would you just pretend like I never said anything?" he crossed his arms over his chest, deep down knowing the answer already. "I thought so. Oh and about Britney, I know you wanna be her friend. 'Cause if it was me asking to be your friend, you wouldn't hesitate to consent. Especially after being in love with me. Like you were with Britney." she had a very good point.

"But you're different."

"Yeah and so was Britney a few years ago. Until she cheated on you. I mean, think about it. If she never did what she did you would still be in love with her...doing what you guys always do. Being the perfect couple you once were. I would've never crossed your mind. You would've walked pass me like you always did, ignoring me because you're so in love with her."

"I never walked by you without saying something to you." he denied.

"Whatever. I remember. I remember because I was the one trying to get your attention because I was so...secretly in love with you." he flashed her in interesting look. "And you were also in love with me. You were just...more in love with Britney and you were too afraid of what your parents would say about you...being in love with someone not your color. So being in a situation like that gave you no choice but to choose the person the same color as you were. And that would be Britney. And maybe even Valeria."

"Okay, wait a minute. You were always in love with me, but you never told me. Why?" a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"I don't compare to Britney. She's more richer and...prettier than me. Why would I have embarrassed myself like that."

"Now you know that's not true. You're the one I'm marrying, right? So..."

"Because Britney cheated on you, for the thousandth time." she spoke agitatedly. "Just like I said, if she never did what she did you two would still be together. Probably even getting married and...having children. Who knows?" he eyed her intimately, realizing how depressed she looked.

"Why must we always go back when we should be moving forward? Talking about the past won't get us anywhere. We're supposed to be focusing on our future together."

"Which would be very impossible if you're keep telling people about our love life."

"They're not just people. They're my friends. People I've known for as long as I can remember."

"Oh? So that gives you a right to tell them about the things we do behind closed doors? God..." she shook her head pathetically. "You're so stupid sometimes. You know what I wanna do? I just wanna go and get some fresh air. So please just...move out of my way."

"Giselle, baby..." he reached out for her, but she shrugged him away. "Damnit! Stop acting like this. You're really pissing me off. I don't understand why you like playing this game with me. I'm trying to work this out, but you don't wanna finish things with us. What is it? You don't wanna talk to me period? Hmm?" he placed a kiss on her neck.

"Stop it." she pushed him violently. "I don't wanna do anything with you. I don't wanna kiss you. I don't wanna sleep with you. I just wanna be left alone. Now move!" she brushed pass him, but once again, he blocked her path.

"Before you go, I just...I think we should talk. This whole attitude of yours is gonna push me away. Do you even care? Now I'm trying to make up with you. Why..."

"And how? By lowering me into bed?" he raised his eyebrows in uncertainty.

"I don't understand. Are you even my fiancé or what? You never cared if we made up that way. Now..."

"Now is different."

"And how? You completely lost me. I don't even know what this argument is about anymore." she shook her head pathetically.

"How did I loose you? You think the only way to make up is by pulling your dick out? I'm not some sex toy, okay? I'm a human being. And I won't be treated no less than one."

"Ha." he laughed, completely absentminded at the way she behaved. "What are you saying? That all I've been treating you is like some sex toy? That was mean and untrue. I don't just treat you like this sex toy. I treat you with respect and like a queen. The last time we've been intimate was over a month ago. So how in the hell am I just treating you like this piece of meat? You're so unfair sometimes. I told you I'm not in love with her anymore. But no! You had to go and make this big scene out of it. So what if I blurted out the way your pussy tastes. You should be happy I didn't dog you." she looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why don't you believe half of the things that I say? Huh? Why must you believe that my eyes are on Britney? I don't love her like that anymore. I still care for her. She will always be in my heart, but that doesn't mean I will give her a second chance. It's over between her and I." she inhaled sharply, slowly peeling her eyes off him. "You wanted to push me away? Well...mission accomplished...again." he stood aside, moving out of her way. "You're free to go." why did she feel so bad all of a sudden. She knew this whole thing was her fault once again. But she had to be stubborn and just plain hard-headed.

"Bye." she departed the room, shutting the door behind her. She stood against the door as the tears slowly poured down her cheeks. She found herself lost and confused, because she thought her fiancé was still in love with his ex. And she knew deep down he wasn't. She just couldn't get herself to think that. "Shit. What am I doing?" she quickly entered the room, immediately gazing at Justin who stood in the same spot she left him. He slowly lifted his head, meeting eyes with hers. "I'm sorry." she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so stupid. How could I accuse you of still having feelings for her? The nerve of me." she sniffled inaudibly.

"I just think you have...serious trust issues." she lifted her head to peer in his eyes. "That really hurt. You know, when you said that I treat you like this sex toy."

"I know. I know." she pecked him on the lips. "You know that's not true. I was just being a bitch. I love our make up sex. And you're sweet kisses. You're really good at that. I just...don't want some other girl coming between our..."

"Never. Just trust me. We can't get married if there's not trust in our relationship. I trust you. Even after being cheated on by some woman I once loved. I just feel that I deserve better than someone...calling me a cheater and...dishonest bastard. because I don't cheat. I never did and I don't intend on doing it. That's not my style. I like to stick to one woman."

"What about the sex? You ever thought about having a threesome with two girls?" he shook his head.

"No. When I was younger yeah, but no. I'm very intimate about that. I like everything to be romantic and...I just enjoy sharing that special moment with one person. Someone I love or...just plain attracted to." she chuckled softly.

"Maybe someone like me?" he leaned in, locking lips with hers. "Mmm." she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Maybe..." he begin sucking diligently on her neck. "Maybe we should wait 'til everyone is gone." she suggested.

"Maybe we should..." he approached the door. "...lock this door and..." he ambled towards her. "...get down to business." she fell back on the bed as he hovered over her.
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Giselle couldn't hold back anymore. She released everything with a loud whimper. "Uhhhh!!!!" she gripped the sheets while arching her back in pleasure. "Mmm." she lifted her head, meeting lips with his. "That was amazing."

"What the hell are they doing?" Trace whispered. Him and JC both stood by the bedroom door listening in to what was going on. "First they're fighting now..."

"Shhh." JC hushed.

"You're so great at making me feel good." he chuckled softly. "No wonder all of your exes can't stop bothering you."

"Haha." JC laughed faintly. "That was a good one." he whispered.

"Damn. I'm kinda hungry." she watched carefully as he went back down on her. "Mmm."

"Oh godddd." she tensed up as his tongue grazed her sore entrance. "Fuck. Mmm." she bit her lip, holding back the screams that were dying to escape. He entered his finger into her, hearing her whimper in response. "Jusstinnnnn. I can't even tell you how sore I am." he slid his tongue in her aching center, twirling it around, grazing her inner folds. "Ooohhhh." she gripped a portion of his hair as he begin darting his tongue up and down her clit. "Oh...ohhhhh fuck. Yesss. Oh god yes." she moaned uncontrollably.

"Damn. This sounds like a porno." Trace blurted out.

"Shut up, dude." he hit him playfully.

"That was amazing." he laid next to her, breathing heavily.

"Tell me about it. I'm gonna go get me a drink." he stepped out of bed. "Want anything while I'm up?" she sat up, resting her back against the head board.

"Sure. I'll take a glass of water."

"All right." after throwing back on his clothes, he proceeded towards the door. "Be right back."

"Shit." JC and Trace quickly ran down the hall, disappearing in the darkness.

He exited the room and headed down the hall towards the stair case. "So any way..." JC began, pretending as if nothing happened. "That's how it went." they both looked up from the sofa to gaze at Justin who entered the living room. "Hey, dude!" he spoke animatedly.

"What's up?" he replied with a massive smile. They both listened closely as he hummed his way towards the kitchen.

"Now that must've been some good ass pussy." Trace blurted out.

"I'm sprungggg." they both broke out laughing. "How'd you get meee? Hahaha!!!" Trace continued laughing, his face red and eyes filled with tears. "Oh boy." he sighed heavily.

Later that night (11:23 p.m.)

Justin entered his office, immediately getting Stephanie's attention who sat at his desk working on another schedule. "Hey." he greeted, shutting the door behind him. "What are you doing? Busy?" he asked, taking a seat on his desk in front of her.

"Ummm..." she eyed him, knowing something was on his mind. "Is there a problem?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"I dunno. You tell me." she looked away, chewing on her lip in thought. "Why did you tell my fiancé that I told my friends I was talking about the things we do in bed? You know what I said, but you went right ahead and lied about everything."

"Justin..."

"I'ma let you know something right now." he cut her off. "I hired you to hook up my schedule and answer phones call etcetera. I did not hire you to be a private investigator and...intervene in my business. Don't listen in on my conversations. Don't even say a word to me unless I'm actually talking to you. You know, giving you eye contact and everything." she lifted her head, peering in his heated eyes. "This is your second strike. One more and you're gone." he stood up, making his way towards the door.

"I'm sorry." she spoke up.

"No you're not." he retorted, slowly turning to face her. "You're sorry because you almost got yourself fired. But you're not sorry for buttin' in my business. So just do me a favor and keep doin' what you're doing. Don't talk to my family. Don't even talk to the maid. Just keep your mouth shut and do what you're hired to do." with that, he departed the room, shutting the door behind him.

The next morning (8:44 a.m.)

Giselle entered the building of Ford Models, quickly proceeding towards her dressing room. "Morning everyone. Morning Dave." she greeted with a smile. She entered her room, quickly gazing at her designer and stylist. "Ready, peeps?"

Justin took a seat at his bar next to Stephanie. "Morning." he greeted without eye contact.

"Good morning." she hesitantly gawked to the side to gaze at him. Her eyes quickly scanned his figure, realizing he only wore a pair of boxers. His hair was pointed in all different directions and his body glowed. She could only guess he was wearing some type of body lotion. "Listen, I wanna..."

"Don't bother." he interrupted, carefully taking a sip of his hot coffee. "What's on the schedule for today?" he asked, gazing in on her.

"You have to go to this private talent show with Johnny. He's meeting you at ten so you don't have long. Afterwards, you have to meet the wedding planner so you guys can go over a few things for the wedding." just saying that brought tears to her eyes. Deep down, she wanted to be the one marrying him, but she knew it wasn't possible. "And that should be it." she closed the planner.

"Cool. Well..." he stood to his feet. "I'll see you in a few. Did you call...never mind. I forgot we're driving with him." he proceeded up the stairs.

Meanwhile...

Giselle watched as the the stylist smeared a layer of lip gloss over her full lips. "You know you're posing with a naked guy today." her eyes immediately shot open.

"What?" she slowly gawked to the side to stare at her. She watched as the stylist prepared the hot flat iron for her hair. "They said he was going to be wearing..."

"I know. Slight bit change of plans. But you're not worried, right? You're a professional." she put her gaze back on herself. All of this posing nude begin to get to her for the mere fact that she had a relationship again and she was going to be getting married soon. She wasn't sure if Justin would have approved of her doing such things like that.

Her phone woke her out of her thoughts. "Damn. Um, could you..." she watched the stylist grab her cell phone from off the counter. "Thank you." she turned it on, placing it beside her ear. "Hello?"

"Hey baby." the familiar voice responded.

"Oh...Justin. Hey." it felt so good to hear his voice. "Um, what's going on? Everything okay?" the stylist begin combing out her hair with a wide tooth comb.

"Yeah. Everything's great. I'm at this talent show now. One girl just came on and you wouldn't believe what song she started singing. I drive myself crazy by Nsync. Ahaha." she broke out laughing.

"Oh my god. Girl, you wouldn't believe what my fiancé is telling me. Haha. What happened? Did she do good?"

"Hell no. It sounded like a bad...parody song or something. Sorry to say, but any way...what are you doing? How's the photo shoot going? Did you get to pose with Prince Charming yet?" he joked. Her smile slowly faded.

"No. Um, actually...there's been a change of plans. I'm posing with the guy, but...he's gonna be nude which is kinda funny, because I thought they said he was going to be wearing boxers or something like that." there was a slight pause before anybody said anything.

"Really? Well...that's cool. I mean, it's just business." she sat there in surprise. She didn't think he would have said a thing like that. "The only thing that matters...is that you're coming home with me. So..." she bit her lip interestingly.

"I have to admit something. You really changed."

"I trust you. 'Cause you my baby. Haha. Oh..." he lowered his voice. "There's another act coming on. I'm gonna have to let you go. I'll call you back as soon as this one is finished to let you know what happened. Oh and I hope you do a good job. I'm gonna be expecting my copy when it hit stores." she chuckled softly.

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too. Talk to you later." she heard a click indicating he had hung up.

"Oh boy." she turned off the phone, resting it on her lap.

Justin sat beside Johnny, watching as one of the acts performed one of his favorite songs. "I'm impressed. I thought she would've...messed it up." he spoke, never taking his eyes off the woman. "What do you think?"

"She's good." Johnny responded. "It's all up to you though. This is your record we're talking about. Whenever you feel like you've seen enough, just let me know."

"All right, well she's definitely one on the list. I'll go a lil' bit longer just in case someone better shows up."
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3:22 p.m. (CJ'S Weddings and Things)

"Hello." Justin greeted, shaking the wedding planners hand. "Um..." he gazed around for a sign of Giselle. "My fiancé should be here any moment." he gazed at his watch. "We got until three thirty. So um...do you have a book of some of the work you've done? Maybe I can check that out while we wait." he suggested.

"Sure. Why don't you have a seat. I'll be right back with the book." he smiled, quickly looking away to realize a few women staring at him. One of them quickly looked away, holding her head down in a shy like manner. He wasn't sure why they were looking at him. It could have been because they liked him or simply because he was a celebrity.

"Hi." he watched as one of the employees approached him with a notebook and pen in her hands. "I'm so sorry to bother you. I know you're here to work on your...wedding. I can assure you, you won't regret choosing CJ's. I wanted to know if you could sign your autograph? My daughter's such a big fan and she's gonna be psyched when she finds out I met you." he smiled warmly.

"Sure." he accepted the book and pen from her. "What's your daughter's name?" he asked, scribbling a few words on the paper.

"Maria." she answered, watching as he finished it off with his signature. "Thank you so much."

"You welcome. Tell her I said hi." she held the book close to her.

"She's gonna be so excited when she sees this. Thank you so much, Justin."

"No problem." he watched as the woman headed back to her work area. His eyes then focused in on his fiancé who entered the building, looking around in questioning. He quickly stood up, approaching her. "Hey." she met eyes with his. "I'm so glad you could make it." he pecked her on the lips. "How was work?"

"All right." he led her towards a seat. "The wedding planner should be back with some of her work. You know, an example of what she can do. I heard she's one of the best. She worked on JLO's wedding. Um, Toni Braxton; Whitney Houston's; Jessica and Nick's. That's just a few."

"Here we go." the planner approached them with two books in her hands. "These are just the few I have. Some of the best." she met eyes with Giselle's. "Oh and you must be Giselle. The beautiful fiancé. How are you?" she extended her hand out to shake hers.

"I'm good. You?" she asked, shaking her hand in response.

"Great. Um, just tell me what type of wedding you had in mind, and we can get started. I can drive you around to a few sites where the wedding can be held. When do you plan on getting married?" she asked, taking her seat at the desk.

"..." Giselle had no clue.

"I'm thinking...eight weeks from now." she quickly gazed at him, flashing him a surprised look.

"So sudden?" he nodded.

"Yeah. I'm so anxious to get married. I've...never felt this way before." he spoke, peering in her eyes. She sat there, smiling to herself. "Um..." he gazed at one of the sites in the book. "Wow. This is...I like this. What do you think?" he showed Giselle.

"That is beautiful. Um, can I just say something? Is it possible to have a wedding on water? I saw on TV one day, this couple was getting married on water. They were at this beautiful lake scenery and um...I dunno how they did it. They rigged it up so they were actually walking on this...platform. It was beautiful."

"Oh yeah. It's been done plenty of times. Was that something you had in mind? Do you..." she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know. I mean, it would be nice. But...I'll have to see what my fiancé..." she gazed at him. "What he'll..."

"Everything's up to you." he assured. "If you want that then...let's do it." she smiled massively.

"Great. So you want to get married on water. I have the perfect place in mind."

Back at home (6:44 p.m.)

"No. I was just calling everyone in my phone book. Just the people I want to invite." Giselle spoke on the cordless phone. "Well no. Actually, we just want at least five hundred people there. Oh and let me tell you, the wedding planner took us to this...god..." she sighed dreamily. "It is just to die for. The place we're getting married. Yeah. And guess what? It's gonna be on water. Hahaha." she held up the loose pajamas she wore, keeping them attached to her body. "Nooo." she took a seat on the sofa. "I dunno." she shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I can't wait. In two months. Yep." she chewed on her finger nail in boredom. "Basically. I have like...ten more people to call. I don't know who Justin's inviting. I know off top it's gonna be his parents." she laid back on the sofa. "He's out back watching Tee Tee and Kara play in the pool. Oh! Which reminds me." she sat up. "I have to call the realtor and tell him...no about the ten bedroom mansion they're building a few miles up the street. Yeah, that one. Okay, well I'll call you back when I get a chance. Yeah. Later." she turned the phone off.

"Ahhh!!" she was startled by a loud scream. She quickly looked up, watching as Oteriah ran inside with a towel around her. Kara came running behind her moments later.

"You guys finished already?"

"It's cold!" Oteriah shouted on her way up the stairs.

"You guys hop right in the tub before you even try to do something else." she instructed. "And don't be splashing water everywhere." Justin entered the house, locking the sliding door behind him. "Oh boy." she tilted her head back, automatically gazing at a body standing behind her.

"Hello." he leaned in, kissing her on the forehead. "Finished inviting whoever to the wedding?" he asked, taking a seat beside her.

"Almost. I got...probably fifty people coming. One question. Who are the other four hundred and fifty people coming? I know I have at least ten more people to call."

"Well let's see...I have my homeboys; former bodyguards; some people from the label; my peeps in Tenn; friends in Tenn. Most of the people are people I've worked with. And...that's basically all of it." he removed his shoes one by one.

"Why do you wanna get married so soon?" she broke the silence between them. "You're not the least bit nervous? I know I am." he shook his head.

"Nah. I'm not nervous, because I feel that I'm making the right choice. I know for a doubt that you're the woman I wanna marry and...spend the rest of my life with. You only get nervous when you're not sure about what you're gonna do." she shook her head.

"That's not the reason why I'm nervous. I'm nervous because...I'm not sure if being married is gonna set a lot of boundaries between us." he flashed her a puzzled look.

"What do you mean?" he slipped off his sock, quickly sniffing it. "Hmm. Smells good. Here..." he held the sock up to her.

"Justin..." she jerked back. "Stop playing." he broke out laughing. "Like I was saying, I think being married is gonna set some boundaries between us because for one, I'm a super model and super models are basically tested every day. Like today, I had to pose with a nude model. And a few months ago I was the one posing naked. I'm just saying, there are gonna be a lot of other times when I'm gonna have to do that and...I'm not sure if you're gonna approve of that since we're gonna be married."

"What did I say earlier today? It doesn't matter, because you're coming home to me. It's not like you're gonna fuck the model. I trust you." he rolled up his socks, stuffing them in his shoes. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower."

"Justin..." she reached out, grasping his hand. "You sure this is something you want to do? I already know for a fact that I wanna marry you so..."

"And so do I. Stop worrying." he assured. "As long as we both are positive that we want to be with each other then we have nothing to worry about." he helped her to her feet. "Come take a shower with me." he followed behind her, realizing she was wearing his pajamas. "What the...ahahaha!" he broke out laughing. "Those pajamas look big as hell on you and I'm not even big to begin with." he gripped her waist, following her up the stairs. "Oh and to prevent from holding them up, just...roll it like this." he rolled up the waist area. "See, much better." he slapped her on the butt.

"Stop it. That hurts when you do that."

"Hmm. Well you don't complain when I be slappin' that ass..."

"Don't even start that." she pointed with a warning look. "Just take your damn clothes off so we can take a shower." he flashed her a surprised look.

"Ooohh now look at who's being demanding. Talkin' about me. You're the expert at telling people what to do." he spoke, discarding his overalls.
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9:12 p.m.

Justin sat in front of the piano, playing a few notes. "No accuses, baby." he song. "Tell me what you callin' forrrrr. Ooohhh, 'Cause I can't seem to..."

"Justin?" he quickly looked over his shoulder to gaze at Giselle. "Sorry to bother you while you're writing. I..."

"Come here." he motioned her over. She approached him, taking the seat beside him. "I was just working on a song for the upcoming album. It won't be out for another two years, but Johnny suggested I put a few lyrics down now." she watched as he jotted down a few words on a pad sitting on top of the piano. "Was it something you wanted?"

"Where's Stephanie? I wanted to talk to her about this...note I found." she handed him the folded up sheet of paper.

"What is it?" he asked, unfolding it. His eyes scanned the small sentence, followed by Stephanie's name.

"I think she's planning on stealing some money." he lifted his eyes, peering in hers. "Why would she have the combination to your safe written down?"

"I don't understand how she got it in the first place." he then thought about the night he hired her. It was a rainy night and he offered her a room. Afterwards, he went to his office to change the combination and he remembered writing it down on a piece of paper. "Shit. Damnit. I think I left the combination on my desk. Stupid me." he crumbled up the paper. "I'll handle this." he stood to his feet. "She's probably packing up to go home." he headed towards the stair case.

When he made it to his office, he entered the room, immediately focusing on Stephanie who was packing a few things in her medium sized purse. She quickly looked up, flashing him a nervous look. "Justin? Uhhh..." he watched as she zipped up her purse. "I was just packing up for the night." she grabbed her things and ambled towards him. "See you in the morning."

"Not just yet." he grasped her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She gulped down, hesitantly turning to face him. "What was that white envelope you just put in your purse?"

"White envelope? What white envelope? You must've saw..." he rolled his eyes.

"You wanna play this game? Fine." he pushed her up against the wall, slowly wrapping his arm around her waist. He tugged on her purse, removing it from her shoulder. "Come have a seat." he led her towards the desk. "We're both gonna check your purse, because I have a feeling you're keeping something from me. Sit down." he stood on the other side of the desk and placed the the purse on top of it.

"You have no right to go through my belongings."

"Ha! Well we'll just see about that." she watched as he unzipped her purse, quickly pouring all of the contents out. "Hmm. We have lipstick; a mirror; comb and a brush." he slid the specific items aside. "Wow." he held up a condom. "Is this for you? Who do you plan on fucking?"

"Give me back my purse now." she demanded.

"When I'm finished I will." he held up the envelope. "I thought you said you didn't have a while envelope." he pulled back the seal, instantly gazing at something that definitely wasn't money. "Wh..." he slipped out a pair of tickets. "Tickets? To the basketball game?" she stood to her feet.

"You are such a jerk. Give me my damn purse." she snatched the item from him.

"I..." he had no idea what to say. "I'm sorry. I thought..." his eyes slowly focused on a small compartment located on the front of her purse. "I thought..." he squinted his eyes to get a better look at it. "Wait a minute. Open that front compartment."

"Excuse me?" she spoke with attitude.

"I said..." he grabbed the purse from her. "Fuck it. I'll do it myself." her heart begin to beat erratically as she watched him unzip the pocket. His eyes immediately landed on a stack of money. He slowly looked up, meeting eyes with hers. "What is this?" he held the money, quickly flipping through it. There were tens; hundreds; twenties. All of the numbers he could think of. "Where did you get all of this money from?" she held her head down, feeling nervous as can be. She had no idea what to say, because she knew she was in major trouble. "Answer me!" she was startled by his loud voice.

"Um..." she gulped down, hesitantly looking up to gaze at him. "I..." her eyes slowly watered up with tears. "I was gonna give it back. I swear." her voice cracked from the tears taking over her.

"Baby..." he looked pass her to gaze at Giselle standing in the door way.

"Um, right now is not a good time." he assured. "I'll talk to you in the room."

"All right." she shut the door. His eyes focused in on Stephanie who stood there with tears running down her cheeks.

"I'm gonna have to let you go." she bit her lip, forcing the sobs in. "I don't understand why you would do something like this. Out of all the money I pay you. You make twelve hundred a month just to...keep up with my schedule and take calls. You mean to tell me that wasn't good enough?"

"I was gonna give it back. It was just temporarily. I had..."

"Well why didn't you just ask to borrow it or something? All you had to do was ask, but instead...you'd rather steal it. What the fuck were you thinking?" he spoke angrily. "You thought you could take the money and put it back without me noticing? I check this safe every day." he pointed. "Every day." he repeated. "Just...go before I decide to call the cops." he took his seat at the desk.

"I'm sorry." she spoke in a hoarse whisper.

"Go! Get the fuck outta here!" he shouted. She collected her things and departed the room. "Ugh!" he bashed his fist on the desk in fury. He hated his life for the mere fact that it was hard to trust anybody. Everyone always ended up taking from him. And all because he was being a kind hearted person.

It was hard to trust anybody because he would have a hard time figuring out who were being his friend because of his fame or simply because they actually liked him as a person. He had no idea the celebrity life was like this being that he came in the business when he was very young. But if he had a choice to get rid of all of it, he wouldn't because he loved doing it. Being on TV and entertaining people made him feel good. And he wouldn't stop for the world. Only for his family.

A month later (Livin' Large Promo Session)

"Hahaha!!!" Justin sat in a high chair as the stylist tended to his hair. "I'm sorry. I apologize for laughing when I said I wasn't." he cleared his throat. "It was just too god damn funny. Ahaha." he spoke on his cell phone. "Really? Wow, that was...nah. See, I was gonna do that the first time. No, I was gonna...yeah." he sat up, gazing at himself in the mirror. "No. I finally closed the deal with the realtor. It won't be done in another two months. Of coarse! You think we're that stupid. It's best to do it ahead of time. Hell nah! We're hiring movers. I'm not pickin' up shit. Especially if I know I can afford to pay some guys to move everything."

"All done." the stylist informed.

"Oh..." he smiled kindly. "Thank you." he rose in his seat. "I'm about to do this shoot now. For the show. Well no. It's like a promotion shoot. They use it for either the dvd covers. You know, when they get ready to bring 'em out on dvd." he departed the room and headed out on set where the other cast members were. "Cool. Okay, well holla at me later. Mmm hmm. Yeah." he turned the phone off, quickly putting it on vibrate.

"Ready?" the photographer asked.

"Yeah." he took a quick glimpse at Christina who was talking to one of the actors. He never wanted to see her again, but he knew that was impossible since the both of them were in the entertainment business.

Moments later

"Justin...stand behind Christina and wrap your arms around her. Sue, Grace..." he referred to the other cast members. "Grace stand beside Christina, and Sue...I want you by Justin. Try to look as sophisticated as you can."

"Oh boy." Justin mumbled, hesitantly attaching his arms around her waist. "Don't even say anything." he whispered. She stood there, smirking in return.

"Shawn..." Christina began. "You think I should hold his neck like this..." she lifted both her arms, and resting her hands on the back of his neck. "You think that would be a little better?" Justin stood there chewing on his inner lip angrily.

"Oh, well thanks Christina. That does look a little better. All right, guys. Let's get down to business."

3:45 p.m. (MTV Live Interview)

After the shoot, everyone had to get to the set where they were going to be interviewed. Everyone walked out on stage, taking a seat in an individual chair. "Look what we have here." the host spoke, gazing at everyone. "The cast of Livin' Large. From my right, we have Christina; Sue; Lionel; Joshua; Claudette; Kelly; Jason; Grace and Justin. How's everybody?" they all responded in unison. "How's the show going? You guys are in the process of filming the third season, right?"

"Actually, we're doing a lot of promotion stuff right now and then we're gonna start filming in six more weeks from now." Joshua responded. "Since Justin is supposed to be getting married in four weeks."

"Oh yeah. That's right. Congratulations." he smiled.

"Thank you."

"How's the family? I heard Kara is doing modeling now. Tell us about that."

"Well...Giselle got her into that. Since she poses for Ford models. It's nothing major. Just magazine shots. Umm, maybe a few commercials." he nodded.

"That's wonderful. We got the issue with her and mister nude model." his eyes lit up.

"Really? Haha. I haven't even seen it yet." the stage coordinator walked out on stage with the magazine moments later. "Haha oh boy."

"Here it is. I've seen this more than once and let me tell ya'..." he blushed slyly. "You're lucky. Very lucky. Here's one of the pictures." he held up the magazine. "This one is when she's on top of the model. And he's...grabbing her ass." Justin sat there in surprise. "I know Lynn. She's an amazing woman. How did she react when she found out she was gonna be a grandmother?"

"Well..." he hesitated, realizing that they had completely hopped off subject. This was supposed to be a discussion about the show, not his personal life. "She was ecstatic. Umm..." he bit his lip, watching as the host continued flaunting pictures of his wife. "The third season of the show will have a lot of interesting guests. Kelly Clarkson was supposed to be one of 'em." he hopped back on subject.

"Really? Do you guys like...disagree a lot while on set?"

"Ahaha. That's funny that you would mention that because...Sue and I get into it sometimes." Christina answered.

"Christina gets into it with almost everybody on set. Even the director." Lionel added. "She's feisty."

"Oh, which reminds me. What is up with that picture that you took of Justin during the first season? Is it true that you two were caught coming out of the same hotel together?" he held his head down, shaking his head in pity. This was definitely something he wasn't planning on talking about.

"I would really prefer not to talk about it." he answered, gazing in on Christina. "We're just friends. We knew each other when we were little since we were on a Disney show together. We're always interacting and we talk over the phone every once in a while. Umm...we dated a few times. Nothing major just maybe dinner and a movie. Of coarse, this was before I was engaged and all."

"So, you guys never thought about taking it seriously? You know, the relationship." he shook his head.

"No. I haven't."

"What about you, Christina?" she looked away, releasing soft laughter.

"I uhh...I don't even wanna get into that."

"Hmm, well that is definitely a sign that someone was thinking the opposite of mister Timberlake. How is it dating Justin? Is he a romantic guy or..." she rolled her eyes mischievously.

"He's a very sweet guy. Um..." she glanced at him. "I wouldn't mind going on a few other dates with him, but he's engaged. He's gonna be getting married." he lowered his eyes at them.

"Are you guys telling me the truth? Nothing intimate happened between ya'll when you dated?" they quickly shook their heads.

"Nothing." he answered.

"Nada." Christina added in. "At least not yet. Haha. I'm just kiddin'. I'm just...ahaha."
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(8:56 p.m.) That night

"I had the worse...day. First, I had to go in and do this promo shoot for the show." Justin sat out back talking on the phone. "Yeah, that's why. And afterwards, we had this interview to attend. They somehow got off subject and started talking about me and Giselle. And then we got into me and Christina. It was just a disaster. No! They started asking us all these questions about the dating and sex rumors. Like I was gonna be stupid enough to give out that information. Whatever I do in the bedroom stays there. Nobody else has a right to know." he chewed on his inner lip. "She's gone. Probably out shooting another issue. Well, I'm just gonna start figuring out my own schedule. I'm not hiring anybody else. Especially after what my last assistant did."

Giselle entered the house, following behind Oteriah and Kara. "Take a bath first, then come down for dinner. Oh boy." she dropped her things to the floor and ambled towards the kitchen.

"Oh my...you serious?" she overheard someone talking. "Hell no! I can't believe that. You gotta be kiddin' me. Damn." he sat back in his seat. "No. I wasn't..." Giselle stood by the sliding door, listening in on his conversation. "Okay. Well no, let me call you back. I gotta go take care of a few things any way." he gazed at his watch. "Where the hell is she? All right. Talk to you later." he turned off the phone.

"Hello." he quickly looked up, watching as Giselle took a seat beside him. "Lookin' for me?"

"Oh..." he smiled warmly. "I was just wondering where you were. You don't usually take this long to take photos."

"I know." she looked away, gazing out at their yawn. "I went to go pick up the kids afterwards." he sat there, eying her intimately. By the look on her face, he could tell she was very exhausted.

"You okay? You look very...whooped." she shook her head.

"I'm far from tired. I'm hungry. Sleepy and..." she sat back. "I could sit here all night." he stood behind her, kneading his hands in her shoulders. "Mmm." she shut her eyes, moaning in response. "That feels so good. How was your day?"

"You wouldn't wanna know. I went in to do the promo shoot. And this...asshole photographer was making me do all of these poses with Christina since she's like...the woman I'm interested in on the third season. And then, we had to go to the interview and that was even worse. This nosy ass host was asking all of these questions about you and about the rumors with me and Christina. He completely hopped off subject. He we are, supposed to be talking about the new season, and he's interested in knowing about my family and some...chick I got laid with over a year ago." he continued massaging her shoulders. "In that case, it should've just been me. Forget about the cast." she chuckled softly.

"That does sound annoying." she tilted her head back to gaze at him. "Are we still going to go check out the outfits tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I told her our measurements. Including the bridesmaid and um...everybody else's." he leaned in, kissing her on the lips. "Wanna go...take a shower together?" she smirked.

"And then...?"

"What do you mean, and then? You better..." he swept her up off her feet. "...stop askin' all these questions." he carried her inside, towards the stairs. "Damn, I'm just now realizing how heavy you are. But you're so skinny." she hit him playfully.

"I am not so skinny. I'm just petite." she corrected.

"Well you know what I mean. You're slim, but got an ass out this world." she broke from his embrace. "What?" he flashed her an innocent look.

"I told you about talkin' that way. Is that the only thing you pay attention to? What about my face? Or eyes? Or maybe even my smile? All you're interested in is lookin' at my ass." he followed her in the bathroom.

"Sorry. I can't help it. I like booty." he begin removing his clothes. "I like to grab something every once in a while. Especially when we're making love." she rolled her eyes. "You have nice titties too."

"Justin..." he broke out laughing.

"What? You told me not to talk about your butt. Now you're tellin' me I can't comment on your tits? You're crazy. I'm gonna say whatever I have to say about you. Especially since we're getting married." he stepped in the tub with her.

"Okay, well too can play this game. Your ass is the most palest place on your body, but I never said it was cute."

"Whatever."

"You have a nice, big penis that I love to play with every once in a while." he watched as she grabbed a hold to him.

"Giselle..." he flashed her a warning look. "Don't do that. I'm warning you now." she nibbled sweetly on his earlobe as she continued playing with him. "You are so mean."

"Haha. I know." she turned her back to him. "You started."

"Yeah." he wrapped his arms around her. "And I'm gonna finish it." her eyes lit up.

"Justin..." he backed her into the wall, slowly trailing his hand up in between her legs. "No. Justin..." she released a soft moan when she felt him enter two fingers into her. "Oh god. I told you..."

"Shhh." he hushed. "It's too late now. You shouldn't have did what you did." he lifted her off her feet, quickly wrapping her legs around his waist. Moments later, he became one with her. She yelped out a soft cry.

"I hate you." he met lips with hers, kissing her deeply.

"I hate you too." he replied, moving in and out of her.

The next day (1:01 p.m.)

"Be very still. You don't wanna get poked." the designer spoke to Giselle. She stood in front of the mirror as the designer pinned up her dress in certain areas. "You have a small waist. But this...behind of yours is a little too..." she rolled her eyes.

"You don't know how many people have said something about my ass. They say it doesn't belong to me and that it should be on someone bigger than me. My ass isn't that big, is it? I mean..."

"Nah. It's not big BIG how they make it seem. You're very petite and I guess...they're used to seeing thick people with butts like this. You kinda have a JLO butt. Haha." she teased.

"No I don't. JLO's ass is much bigger than mine. It pokes out more. And much wider. I have that...basketball butt. Haha. That's what Justin calls it. He says he can play with it. Whatever that means."

"He's so crazy sometimes. This should be the last one." she carefully pinned a pin in her sleeve area. "There. Now don't move. I'm gonna try and remove this without sticking you."

"Okay." she watched as she unzipped the back of the dress, cautiously sliding it off of her. "Okie dokie. You can put your clothes back on."

"Thanks." she threw her Ralph Lauren sweater back on, followed by her jean skirt. "How much is this dress? If you don't mind me asking." she took a seat, slipping back on her sandals.

"I told Justin a few grand. Fifty at the most." she returned an interesting look.

"Wow. Fifty grand for a dress? Hmm." she threw her hair in a sloppy pony tail. "Well thanks. I'm sure it will all be worth it."

"Most definitely. You should only get married once to someone you wanna spend the rest of your life with. I dunno. Some people get married more than once. Like me." she broke out laughing. "That was my mistake though."

"Really? Well...I hope you're happy now." she nodded.

"Thank you." she smiled warmly. "I can tell you're happy. It's very rare to find someone like Justin. Most of the male celebrities out there are only interested in getting with this girl and that girl. They're not ready to be committed and he is. To be so young." she hung up the dress on the rack. "I wish you all the best of luck. And...try to make it work."

"Thank you so much." she embraced her in a hug. "I'll see you next week."

"All right." she departed the room and ambled down the hall that led to the lobby room. She gazed at everyone who was going to be in the wedding. Including her mother Finesse.

"I'm finished." she gazed at Justin who was talking to one of the bridesmaid. Jennifer, his old high school friend. For some reason, she didn't trust her. She looked like one of the girls she could never get along with in school. And she was just too friendly towards him.

4 weeks later (8:12 p.m. - Rehearsal dinner)

Everyone who was in the wedding all sat the table in the den of Justin's mansion. Tomorrow afternoon was the wedding. They were actually going to get married. Just as long as everything turned out okay. "Giselle was so excited when she was chosen to be his assistant. And he didn't even choose her. It was his agent." Lynn spoke. "Justin could never do what he wanted when he first came out. But everything is different now." Giselle sat there in a daze. All she could think about was breaking up the little conversation Jennifer and Justin was having.

She could hear every word that was said, being that he was seated next to her. And she was sitting two chairs away from him. "I am getting so tired of you." she stood in her seat and reached out, grabbing a hold to Jennifer's hair. "Fucking...bitch!" she shouted while slamming her head continuously on the table.

"Baby?" she was awoken out of the trance by Justin's soft voice.

"Huh?" she quickly met eyes with his.

"Can you pass the beans, please?" she met eyes with Jennifer who was eying her down at the time.

"Um, yeah." she grabbed the bowl of green beans and handed it to him.

"Thanks." she watched as he sat the bowl in front of Jennifer. That was actually the first thing he had said to her all day. And it was beginning to eat away at her. Here he was, chatting up a storm with some long lost high school friend of his, completely ignoring his own 'soon to be' wife. And she wasn't sure if she could go on any longer with this.

"Um, could you guys excuse me?" she stood up in her seat. "I don't feel so good." everyone watched as she rushed out of the den.

"Is she okay?" Lynn asked in concern.

"I'm gonna go check on her." he stood up, departing the room. Giselle quickly leaned over the toilet stool, releasing her fluids. She sniffled profoundly as the tears slowly poured down her cheeks. Why was she feeling so crappy all of a sudden? She was getting married tomorrow. Most people in love in her case would be pleased.

First, she is forced to watch her fiancé talk and laugh with his friend and now she's having bad stomach pains. This was definitely not a good sign.

A knock startled her. "Um..." she sniffled, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. "Just a minute." she flushed the toilet and stood to her feet. "Who is it?"

"It's me." the familiar voice responded. She unbarred the door, leisurely pulling it open. Justin stood on the other side with his hands in his pockets. "You okay?" she stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

"I dunno." she bit her trembling lip, forcing the tears in. "I don't feel so good. I mean..." he watched as a tear escaped her eye. "First, you completely ignore me like I'm not even here." she cried. "And now my stomach hurts." she inhaled sharply. "I dunno. I mean, I thought it was my choice whether I wanted this person or that person to be one of my bridesmaid." he held a confused look.

"I don't understand." he reached out, brushing her cheek diligently.

"Your friend Jennifer. God..." she sighed heavily. "I can't stand her. She's so phony and...I just...I don't want her to be one of my bridesmaid." his eyebrows raised in questioning.

"Why?"

"Because I don't like her. We haven't spoken since day one. And all she does when she comes around is talk to you. I don't know her. I'm not fond of her and that's why I feel she shouldn't be one of my bridesmaid. It's my choice whether I want her to be one or not. Not yours. You got to choose your best men. Now let me choose my bridesmaids." she spoke with attitude.

There was a moment of silence between them as he debated on what he wanted to do. "Would it be better if I told her to start communicating with you?" she rolled her eyes.

"I could care less if she's talking to me. I don't like her. Simple as that. Now you either tell her or I will. I'm willing to get rid of her anyway." she brushed pass him, proceeding down the hall.
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After dinner

Everyone slowly begin leaving one by one. Everyone who remained were Lynn, Finesse, and the bridesmaids and best men. Giselle looked up from the sofa, watching as Justin and Jennifer disappeared down the hall. Where could they have been going, she thought.

"So um...that's why." he spoke, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I thought your number changed. I was really hoping to have you in the wedding, but...it's only fair that she choose who she wants to be...a bridesmaid since this is our wedding." he explained. "You are still welcomed to come though. If that's fine with you."

"Oh of coarse. I will definitely be there." he held his head down, gazing at the marble floor in boredom.

"Well I..." he lifted his head, unsuspectingly meeting up with a pair of lips. She slid her tongue in his mouth, stroking his delicately.

"Jennifer..." he broke away, flashing her a stunned look. "I'm sorry. You must've gotten the wrong idea. I'm in love with Giselle." she bit her lip in thought.

"But I've always been in love with you." he shook his head.

"I can't. You know it's not possible. I'm too in love with Giselle to just...hurt her like that. She's who I wanna be with. I have a family with her. And..." he happened to look away, immediately freezing when he recognized the familiar woman standing at the end of the hall. "Shit." she stood there, her face drenched with tears. "Giselle..." he watched as she rounded the corner. "Fuck. You see what you did." he ran down the hall, quickly turning the corner. His eyes scanned the room for a sign of her, but she was no where to be found. "Damnit!"

He decided to check the room. When he made it there, he met up with his fiancé. She was knelt in front of the bed, sobbing piercingly. "Oh god." he mumbled, quickly approaching her. "Giselle, baby..." he reached out to touch her.

"Don't touch me!" she shouted, standing to her feet. "Why were you kissing her?" she cried.

"I wasn't..." she swiftly swung her hand, slapping him across the face.

"You liar. How could you..." it was hard for her to finish her sentence, due to the tears taking over her. "I thought I could trust you. I thought..." she she cried stridently. "Oh god." she collapsed to the floor, holding herself firmly.

"Giselle..." he took a step towards her. "I didn't kiss her. I mean...she kissed me. I..." he had no idea what to say. Just when everything was going perfect for them, everything all of a sudden turns upside down. "I love you. And you know that. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally. I didn't know she was gonna kiss me." he kneeled in front of her. "I swear. Just..." he wrapped his arms around her as she continued crying. "What do you want me to do? Anything! I'll go kick her out right now. Just please don't cancel the wedding. You know I wouldn't do something like that to you."

"Just...leave me alone." she sniffled inaudibly. "I need to think about a few things."

"Okay." he stood to his feet. "I'll be downstairs if you need me." he backed away, never peeling his eyes off her. "All right." he departed the room, shutting the door behind him.

Two hours later (11:10 p.m.)

Giselle stood in front of the dresser, gazing at herself in the mirror. She grabbed her comb, persistently combing out her hair. For some apparent reason, she couldn't stop thinking about what happened two hours ago. Witnessing her fiancé kiss another woman. She had never felt the feeling of being heartbroken before. Since this was actually the first time she had ever fallen in love. And she was definitely sure that this would be her last. Well at least for a couple of years.

She happened to look away, locking eyes with Justin who stood in the doorway. She rolled her eyes, slowly peeling her eyes off him to gaze at herself in the mirror. He stood there, watching as she continued combing out her thick hair. "Is it okay if I come in now?" he spoke up.

"I don't care." she discarded her robe, revealing a two piece underwear set. His eyes followed her to the bed where she laid, making herself comfortable under the sheets.

"Um..." he leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. "I got rid of Jennifer. I told her that I hated her and that I never wanted to see her again." she laid there with her eyes shut, not bothering to respond. "Listen..." he took a seat beside her. "I know you're still upset about what happened, and I can understand. It was really...atrocious and dull of me. But I can promise you, it will never happen again. I promise. From the bottom of my heart. To the depths of my soul. I..."

"Will you shut up!" she shouted. "Ugh!" she climbed out of bed. "I can't even...get my beauty sleep before our big day tomorrow." he held a confused look.

"What do you...are you saying the wedding is still on?"

"Of coarse it is. I love you, Justin. And I'm not gonna let some...lousy kiss break us up again. Besides, I saw the whole thing. She kissed you." he smiled warmly. "I just wanna go to sleep. I've had a very exhausted day and...I just wanna go to sleep." she groaned. "Damnit. Now I have a headache." she climbed back in bed. "I don't feel too good."

"Is there something I can do?"

"Um, maybe you can get me some Tylenol and a glass of water." he quickly approached the door.

"Right away, my queen." he teased. "I'll be back." he left the room. A few minutes later he made it back with a glass of water and two Tylenol pills. "These were the last ones." he took a seat beside her. "Here." she sat up, accepting the items from him.

"Thank you." she quickly tossed a pill in her mouth one by one and gulping it down with the water. "Ahhh." she sighed heavily. "Boy oh boy." she laid back, making herself comfortable under the sheets.

"Um, I can send my agent out to get some more pills if you need 'em." she rolled over on her side to face him.

"I'll be fine." he reached out, running his hand over her hair persistently.

"Would have given up my lifeeee..." he song. "...for youuu. Guess it's true what they say about loveee...is blinddd." she fluttered her eyes open to peer in his. "...you lied straight to my facee. Lookin' in my eyeesss. And I believed you 'cause I loved you more than lifeee. And all you had to dooo...was apologizeeee. You didn't say you're sorryyyy. I don't understanddd. You don't care that you hurt meee. And now I'm half the man that I used to be when it was you and meee. You didn't love me enoughhh. My heart may never menddd and you'll never get to love meeee aaagainnn."

"That's the song you wrote for Britney?" he bit his lip in thought.

"Somethin' like that. But I wasn't singing it to try and...point out somethin' with you. I just thought it would help you go to sleep." he explained.

"She really did a number on your heart, huh?" he laughed faintly.

"Why you say that? I mean, I was definitely torn. I couldn't eat or sleep. It interfered with my work. I was fucked up because I loved her. I trusted her. And I wanted to marry her, but...I guess it wasn't meant to be." she forcefully sat up, resting her back against the headboard.

"Do you think of her every now and then?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"Not really. Sometimes I wonder what she's doing from time to time. But I never think about getting back with her. She was my first. And I think it will always be that way. You'll never forget your first love. Don't you agree?" she nodded timidly.

"Yeah. I agree." he peered in her eyes. "There's something I wanna tell you. You're the first person I've ever fallen in love with. I...loved you since I started being your assistant. But it was hard for me to tell you because...you were in love with Britney and when you guys broke up...I realized how sad you were. So I didn't bother telling you then. But...I was gonna tell you that first night you brought Valeria over. But it was too late. You had already found someone else. I couldn't even tell you how pissed I was, but...there was nothing I could do. So I went ahead and pretended like it didn't affect me whenever she came around. It wasn't my job to interfere any ways. My job was being your assistant."

"Well...you already knew how I felt about you. I've always wanted to get with you but I thought you would have made the first move. Since I realized you weren't going to approach me first, that's when I decided to make a move. So..." he held her hand in his. "...I purposely got you drunk and...the rest is history." her mouth hung open in shock.

"So you're tellin' me you got me drunk that night? Did I really come onto you or..."

"Yeah. Now that was the truth. I was only responsible for getting you drunk. That's the only thing I did." she looked away as she begin to have flash backs of that night.

FLASHBACK
"Ohhhh!!!" Giselle whimpered stridently. "Oh fuck yes!" she dug her finger nails in his back, leaving a trail of red marks behind. Justin lifted her leg, placing it over his shoulder, allowing him further access. "Jus...oh god." she gripped the sheets between her fingers. For some reason, it felt like she was a virgin all over again. For one, she felt more pain then pleasure being that it was a while ago since the last time she had intercourse.

It was all too much for her but she seemed to be enjoying every bit of it.
END OF FLASHBACK

"Do you remember that night when we first did it?"

"Of coarse. I can never forget that night. You sure you weren't...never mind. Of coarse you weren't since you already had a child."

"What are you talking about?" he shook his head.

"It's nothing." he laid in bed beside her. "I was just gonna ask if you were a virgin that night we had sex. You seemed to be in a lot of pain."

"Haha. And why shouldn't I have? I mean, it's not like you have a small penis. And..." she slid closer to him. "I don't even remember the last time I did it before that night. I haven't seen Tee Tee's daddy since he was thrown in jail four years ago. Right after she turned one."

"Damn. So you're saying you haven't been sexually active for four years? Right before we did it?" she nodded.

"Yep. That's what I'm saying. Three in a half years actually." she corrected. "Well um, enough of that. I should be getting to bed. You too."

"Yeah." he pecked her on the lips. "Good night."

"Night." she shut her eyes, slowly dosing off to sleep.

The following morning (8:01 a.m.)

Giselle entered the kitchen, immediately gazing at Nelly and two other women she wasn't expecting to see. Lynn and Finesse wandered the spacious kitchen, preparing food for the reception. "Morning." she greeted.

"Oh...well here's the beautiful bride." Finesse embraced her in a hug. "How was your sleep?"

"Okay. Hi Lynn. I mean, mom." she attached her arms around her, hugging her firmly. "I didn't expect for ya'll to be here so early. I thought..."

"Yeah, well your mother and I decided to hook up a few things for the reception. Hungry? We made breakfast." she took a seat at the table. "Where's Justin? He's usually up around this time."

"Ummm, I think he went out with JC and Trace. I gotta get ready for my appointment at the salon. I have to get my hair and nails done." she watched as Finesse sat a plate of food in front of her. "Thanks. So, what are you guys hookin' up?"

"Uh, just somethin'...tasteful. Haha." Lynn answered.

Justin entered the house followed by JC and Trace. "I wanted to kick his ass when he did that. Ahahaha." Trace laughed piercingly. "He was so fucking stupid, man. And I hate to say it, but that was actually the first time..."

"Who is that making all that noise?" Lynn asked, watching as the three of them entered the kitchen. "Justin, that Jennifer girl called for you. And Trace, cut it out with all that cursing. There are kids around here."

"Sorry, ma'." he apologized.

"Hey." Justin greeted, taking a seat across from Giselle. "Look what I bought you." he slid a gift wrapped box in front of him. "Well open it up." he spoke briefly.

"What is it?" she asked, quickly unwrapping the paper. She gasped as her eyes focused in on a pair of designer earrings. "Justin..." she peered in his eyes. "Are you crazy? These earrings are..."

"Don't worry about it." he reached out, grasping her hands in his. "I can't even tell you how sorry I am about last night. I just wanted to do something special for you to show you how much it hurt me...that I actually let something like that happen. I have more for you during our honeymoon. But for now, I want you to wear those to the wedding. Well, I mean...if it's okay with you." a smile slowly formed across her lips.

"I would love to." Finesse and Lynn both stood there watching them closely. "I love you." he met lips with hers.

"I love you too. Listen, I'm gonna call the driver. You're still going to the salon, right?" he stood up, helping her to her feet.

"Yeah." she answered, following him out of the kitchen. "Justin...I think I may have a gift for you as well." he led her in the bedroom. "But I wanted you to find out with me." he watched as she entered the bathroom.

"What's going on?" she took a seat on the toilet stool.

"It should be ready now. Will you do the honors?" he flashed her a confused look. "You see that pregnancy test right there?" she pointed to the item sitting on the sink counter.

"Oh my god." his heart begin to beat erratically.

"Two lines mean positive and one means negative." he hesitantly reached out, grasping the test in his hand.

"Giselle..." his eyes focused in on two red lines. "All right um...I'm seeing two lines here." she shut her eyes, exhaling heavily. "You're pregnant?" she nodded, slowly standing to her feet.

"I'm sorry." she brushed pass him, making her way towards the bedroom door.

"Giselle, wait." he ran after her. "Hey." he shut the door, blocking her path. "You wanna tell me what's going on? How...how could you be pregnant? I thought you were taking your birth control pills."

"I stopped!" she cried. "I wanted to tell you, but...I just...I just couldn't get myself to do it." she sniffled, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. "I know this isn't what you want. And..."

"No. You don't know what I want. I want you and...I want a family together. A bigger family, but...I just don't understand why would you keep something like this from me. I'm your man and I love you. Were you afraid of me leaving you or something?" she shook her head.

"No. I just..."

"Then what was it?" he leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. "There's something we need to get cleared up. If we're gonna get married, we can't keep secrets from each other. Now before we go any further with this relationship, you need to start telling me the truth. Everything. I told you everything that I've done, now..."

"I'm not keeping anything from you. And I had thoughts on being pregnant. I just didn't know until now." he peered deeply in her eyes. "I'm sorry for not telling you about the birth control pills. All I'm asking for is your forgiveness."

"Come here." he grasped her hands, pulling her towards him. "Don't worry about it." he assured, pecking her on the lips. "Let's just forget about all of this. This was gonna happen regardless. It just happened...a little too soon." she nodded in agreement. "You ready to get married? Ready to...become my wife? Haha." he met lips with hers. "You don't know how good that sounds. Giselle, my beautiful wife."

"Haha." she giggled softly. "And Justin, my handsome husband." she slid her hands in his jeans, groping his butt.

"You better stop harassing me before I return the favor." he teased. "Come on. Let's go tell everyone about the good news."
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Giselle stood in front of the mirror gazing at her wedding dress. Words couldn't explain how nervous she was. She had no idea how things would turn out. She wasn't for sure how the rest of his family would react towards her, being that she was another race. Her mind was just going haywire with thoughts and assumptions.

"Giselle?" she slightly jumped, quickly gazing at Nadia from the mirror.

"Nadia?" she turned, immediately embracing her in a hug. "Girl...look at you. The dress looks perfect."

"Oh and you...you look so beautiful." she eyed the dress. "I am so..." she covered her mouth, refusing to shed a tear in front of her. "I'm just so happy for you."

"Thank you." she hugged her once more. "I'm so glad you could come. Oh..." she quickly pulled away from her. "Did you see Justin? Is he...you know..."

"Oh..." she smiled massively. "I saw him, but he was only wearing his pants and shirt. I don't know where the vest was. Haha."

"Ahaha. God, I just...I can't wait to see him." she faced the mirror, scrutinizing the dress once more. "I've never felt so happy before. This is like a dream to me." she was startled by a knock. "Uh, come in!" the door slowly crept open and a head peered in. "Who is that?"

"It's just me." Lynn entered the room. "Wow. You are to die for. This dress..." she eyed it intimately. "It's gorgeous."

"Thank you."

"You should see Justin. He can't stop talking about you and the wedding. Oh!" she gazed at Nadia. "Hi, Nadia. It's good to see you again."

"You too." she responded with a hug. "I just can't wait to be in this wedding. Oh my god. How many people are out there? There's like...a stadium..."

"That's exactly what I was saying." Lynn added.

"I'm sorry. The caterers are here." they all gazed at Finesse who stood by the door. "Where would you like them to put the food?"

"Oh um...just have them set it up in the kitchen. Thanks mom." she smiled, departing the room afterwards. "Any way..." she took a deep breath. "Where's dad? He told me he'll be here. Oh god." she fanned herself. "Why is it so hot in here?"

"Giselle, sweetie...I think you're just having a nervous break down. Try to relax. Breathe in and breathe out." Nadia assured.

"I dunno. I'm starting to feel sick. Where's the bathroom? Where's the..." she rushed towards the nearest bathroom.

Justin sat on a chair as he tied his shoe laces in a bow. "Man, think about it. You're gonna be fucking the same pussy for the rest of your life." Trace spoke while fixing up his vest in the mirror.

"Man, shut up." he spat out.

"I'm serious. Her pussy has got to be off the chizzain if you're actually marrying her. You sure she's the one you wanna spend the rest of your life with?"

"Yes." he answered agitatedly. "She's my dream girl. The woman I wanna spend the rest of my life with." he stood to his feet. "Now get your mind out of the gutta and stop worrying about her pussy."

5:04 p.m.

The wedding at took place in front of hundreds of relatives and friends on water. Afterwards, they proceeded to their honeymoon which was set to take place in Hawaii.

Being in love never felt so good for Justin. He actually didn't think it was possible to fall in love again so quickly. Especially after coming out of a horrible relationship with someone he thought was in love with him.

"Look at your hair." Giselle ran her fingers through his hair. "So messy. Haha."

"I know." he agreed, resting his head on her lap. "How long have we been driving now? It's taking forever to get to this airport."

"Yeah, I know. But um, I know what we can do to pass time." he looked up to gaze at her. "You interested?"

"In...?" he persuaded her to continue.

"Stop playing dumb." she leaned in, locking lips with his. "Mmm. I was thinking..." she trailed her hand up his leg, grabbing a part of him.

"Haha, Giselle..." he grabbed a hold to her hand. "Don't do this. Not now. I..." he lowered his voice. "You know how I get when I'm in the mood. I just think it would be better if we wait 'til we get to the hotel."

"But that's like...hours away. I can't wait that long." she pouted. "I wanna fuck now." he flashed her an interesting look.

"Now why do you have to talk like that? I umm..." he tried thinking of something. "Maybe we can check into a hotel nearby. But our flight leaves at ten. We have to get there before then."

"Sure. Just...get us to a hotel."

Meanwhile...

Giselle held Justin's hand, following him in a hotel lobby. "Hi." he greeted. "We need a room...immediately." he spoke, glancing at Giselle.

"Of coarse. The highest level suites run from..."

"I don't care." he interrupted. "It's just for a few hours. Here." he handed her a credit card. "Charge it to my card." as soon as they got the card, they immediately rushed towards their room. "Damn." she pushed him, allowing him to fall to the bed. "Why are you so...horny all of a sudden?"

"I dunno." she climbed on top of him. "I think it's just...you that turned me on." she guided his entry, moving on top of him. He groaned, quickly reversing positions. "Ohhhh." she whimpered with every thrust. "Fuck." he met lips with hers, kissing her intimately.

Three hours later (8:33 p.m.)

"Shit. We have..." he glanced at his watch. "...a little over an hour left. You ready?" he asked, quickly slipping back on his shoes.

"Yeah." she grabbed her things on her way out the room.

Three months later

"Uh, ma'am?" Giselle looked away to gaze at one of the movers who held a lamp in his hand. "Where would you like this?"

"You can just sit it on the floor for now. Thanks." she took a seat on the sofa in their new ten bedroom mansion, sighing heavily. "I'm so tired."

"Mommy, I want the room with the bathroom." Oteriah whined. "Kara won't get out. Mommy..." she tapped her. "Tell her to get out."

"Girls..." she ran her fingers through her hair. "You know what? I'm gonna choose your rooms since ya'll can't do it. Just go organize your toys for now."

Justin stood in the basement, gazing around in as thoughts wandered his mind. "Hmm." he bit his lip interestingly.

"Honey?" he quickly gawked to the side to gaze at Giselle who entered the room. "Where do you want your guitar? The movers are trying to figure it out now."

"Um, it doesn't matter. Hey..." he grasped her hand, leading her further in the room. "What do you think about converting this room into a toy room for the girls. And..." he rubbed her tummy soothingly. "...the other addition." she smiled kindly.

"That's fine. So..." he attached his arms to her waist. "What do you think? This place is...amazing. Gigantic at that."

"I know. Just big enough for our family. And...our future kids." she broke out laughing.

"Yeah right." she spoke sarcastically. "This will be the last one." she spoke surely. "No more for me."

"You sure about that?" he released her, watching as she ambled towards the door.

"Positive." she looked over her shoulder, winking at him. "I'll see you downstairs." she departed the room, shutting the door behind her.

"She just don't know." he mumbled, gazing around the room in deliberation.

The End

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