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.
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