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.
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