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.
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