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."
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