Three weeks later (10:00 a.m.)
Justin sat on the sofa talking on the phone. "I'm not supposed to be there 'til twelve and I'm still waiting on the driver." he spoke, taking a glimpse at his watch. "No, why?" he looked up, gazing at Nelly who stood over him. "Um, hold on a minute." he pulled the phone out of his reach. "Somethin' wrong?"
"You have a guest." he watched as a familiar guy entered the room. He was speechless. He had no idea what to say. He couldn't even remember the last time seeing this person.
"Dad?" Randall stood there with a smile on his face. "What are you...doing here? Hey, let me call you back." he turned the phone off, standing up in his seat. "Hey." he embraced him in a hug. "Long time."
"Look at you. You look pale." he looked away, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah. Thanks to you." he joked. "Um, have a seat." he took a seat on the sofa. "You want anything to drink? Something to eat? Nelly, could you go get me a coke? Thanks." he sat down beside him. "So what are you doing on this side of town? You still have that house in Texas?"
"Mmm hmm. What about you? I heard you bought a beach house. Two point five million dollars." for some reason, he had a bad feeling that he was trying to point something out. "I don't remember beach houses being so expensive."
"Yeah well...this one is special. It comes with it's own private beach." his eyes lit up. "Thanks." he thanked, accepting the coke from her. "What about you? Mister...lawyer here." he took a sip of the strong substance. "Still with that hooch you call a wife? Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. It's more like...the bitch who stole you away from my mom."
"Now you know that's not how it went." he lowered his voice. "Your mother and I had our differences. We split up because of..."
"Yadi yadi da. Whatever. It doesn't matter now. Why are you even here, any way? You hardly come see me. Unless you want something." he sat there, watching him closely.
"Okay, that wasn't called for. Really. I think you're being unreasonable here. Why do we have this...bad vibe between us? I'm your father for Christ sake. And it will always be that way. No one can change that. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here right now." he slowly gawked his direction, locking eyes with his.
"And what is that supposed to mean? It's not like I made you impregnate my mom. I didn't say, create me or else I kick your fuckin' ass. No, I never asked to be in this world." Giselle entered the room, immediately freezing.
"Randall? I mean, Mister Timberlake? Wow!" she extended her hand out to shake his. "It's a pleasure seeing you again." he shook her hand in response.
"You too. Gina, right?" her smile slowly faded.
"Giselle. It hasn't been that long, has it?" she looked at Justin, shrugging her shoulders.
"We were just about to leave, weren't we?" he spoke to her. "Oh and since you're here...I might as well let you in on a little secret I've been keeping from you. You know Giselle? I bet you didn't know we were together now? Did ya'? Oh and she's pregnant, with my baby." he sat there in surprise. "I'm sorry, dad. Is this a bit surprising to you? Is this something you weren't expecting? Well too bad." he stood up, ambling towards the door. "You can let yourself out."
"Wait, Justin. Wait." he arose in his seat. "We need to talk. In private." he shook his head.
"Whatever you have to say to me, I think my fiancé is entitled to hear."
"I just..." he glanced at Giselle, hesitant to continue his sentence. "I just...I think you should think about this." he spoke, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Is this what you really wanna do? I mean...think about your fans. How would they take you...marrying your assistant? Someone...the total opposite of you."
"Opposite? Total opposite? And what is that supposed to mean? Giselle is not the total opposite of me, and you would know if you come over and visit me more often. I see Paul more than I see you, and that...that is something you should be ashamed of. You have no right to tell me anything. Especially since I see you every few years or so. He's more of a father to me than you will ever be. And he wants me happy. He wants me to do whatever makes me happy. What about you? All you're worried about is your feelings and what makes you feel good. You don't care about me." he spoke with tears in his eyes. "Now I know why mom divorced your ass. You weren't good enough for her. You weren't then and you aren't now. So you know what you can do?" he took a few steps towards him. "You can leave. And don't bother coming back." he eyed him down in disgust. "You're a sorry excuse for a man."
"Justin..." Giselle began. "You don't mean that."
"Oh yeah. I mean every word. I don't wanna see you again. So please...just do us a favor and leave." he stood there for a few seconds before making a move.
"All right, I guess..." he sighed heavily. "I just want you to know that I've always loved you. You and Lynn. I never stopped loving you guys." he rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Just go." he walked pass him, making his way towards the front door. "Have the nerve to try and tell me who to be with. I swear..." he balled up his fists, wanting so badly to hit him. "What kinda father are you?" he exited the house, shutting the door behind him. Giselle stood there, burning a hole into him. For one, she was a little upset with him for the way he behaved towards his father. She thought it was immature of him.
"I think we should...leave now." she suggested, making her way towards the front door. "Don't forget your keys." he grabbed his things on his way towards the door. They both hopped in the limo and drove off. There was silence between the two during the first few minutes of their drive. "There's something I have to say." she gazed to the side to stare at him. He sat there, never breaking a smile. "I understand how much you love me and...I just think that you were being very immature towards your father. He came to see you. He was trying to make up..."
"No." he pointed to her. "The last thing he wanted to do was make up. The only time I see my father is when he needs something. He could care less if I was okay."
"I just..."
"Please, just...stay out of this. This is between me and my father. He didn't even remember your name. Who the fuck is Gina?" he spoke angrily. "I don't even wanna talk about him. Thinking about him just..." he shook his head pathetically.
"Fine." she looked away, crossing her arms over her chest.
After a while, the two had finally made it to their first destination. They stepped out of the vehicle and ambled towards the building. It was now time to play the role of the responsible assistant. "I spoke to the photographer and he said that we should be finished by two for your next appointment." they entered the building, approaching the lobby desk.
"So he's not gonna try and keep me longer? I hope not." she stood over the desk, ringing the bell to get the clerk's attention.
"Hello?" the clerk greeted.
"Hi, um...we have a twelve o'clock appointment with Pepsi. Justin Timberlake." she grabbed her ringing phone from out of her purse and turned it on. "Hello?"
"The photographer is waiting for you in room eight down that hall to your left." she pointed. "Enjoy!" the two of them ambled down the hall, including the bodyguard.
"No, we're at the agency. Um, for a Pepsi commercial. Just this...quick and simple one. Haha yeah. Well, I went over the script with him, that's why. Mmm hmm."
"Who's that?" he whispered, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Nadia." they finally entered room eight. "I'll be here if you need me." she took a seat on a chair with her brief case. "Haha, stop it. No. I know. Didn't I just say that? Ahaha." she laughed faintly. Justin followed the stylist in a room, immediately taking a seat on one of the high chairs.
"How many commercials have you done for Pepsi?" she asked while going through the clothes for a wardrobe.
"This'll be my first. I was psyched when they called me. I never thought I would be doing a Pepsi commercial." he sat back, keeping his focus on the outfits. "I read the script. Seems pretty simple."
"Yeah, well..." she sat his wardrobe on a chair. "The scene isn't." he nodded, biting his lip in thought. "Why don't we work on this hair. When was the last time you cut it? Doesn't...seem like it needs a touch up."
"A few days ago. I got it trimmed." she fiddled with his hair. "If you want, you can cut it a little lower or...is there a special way it needs to look?" she grabbed the bottle of moose.
"I think we'll leave it how it is. And just maybe...make it look more wild. Haha. I dunno, I just have a thing about wild hair. Especially on men." he chuckled softly.
"Is there a reason why? I mean..." he sat up, keeping his gaze on her through the mirror. "I have this thing about women and long...thick curly hair. God, I just...I think it's real sexy when a woman have a head full of thick, curly hair."
"Hmm. Like Giselle?" he blushed slyly. "She's pretty. I see her with her hair out most of the time, but she has it...back in a pony tail today."
"Yeah. I mentioned that to her this morning. But, it's her hair and she's free to do whatever she wants with it. Like my curls, I had to get rid of them. They just made me look too much like this...little boy. Ahaha."
"I think you should think about your actions first." Giselle spoke on her phone while going through her digital planner. "Mmm hmm. Well that's what most people do. Wait, let me correct that. Most responsible people. Hahaha." she looked up, instantly gazing at Justin who walked out on set wearing a sweat suit. "Hmm, yeah." she burned a hole into him, realizing how handsome he looked. "Damn. Nothing, just...talking to myself."
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The following morning (8:21 a.m.)
Giselle quickly hopped out of bed and ran in the bathroom. She kneeled over the stool, releasing her fluids. "Ugh." she reached out, flushing the toilet. Almost four months pregnant and still had morning sickness off and on.
You're still captivating even though it's been so longggg
You used to love me, tell me baby what went wrongggg
'Cause now you march to the beat of a different songgg
She stood up, following the voice in the room. Her eyes zoomed in on the television screen, immediately recognizing the face. How come she never saw this video? After all the years of knowing Justin and watching music television, she never came across this music video.
Why did you take away your loveeee
When did you think to just give upppp
How am I sposed to carry onnnn
Without youuuu....
"Oh boy." she laid in bed, covering herself with the sheets. Justin entered the room, gazing at Giselle in disbelief.
"What are you still doing in bed? I have to be at the studio at ten. Wait..." he froze. "Never mind. I forgot you're going out with Nadia." he took a seat beside her. "What's wrong? You don't look too good." she sniffled inaudibly.
"Morning sickness." he frowned. "I'll be fine. I don't see Nadia 'til twelve so..." she cleared her throat. "What are you doing at the studio?"
"I'm...working on a song with Timbo. I won't be back 'til this evening. I have a uhhh...photoshoot afterwards so..." he reached out, running his fingers through her hair. "I'll meet you at the beach house." he leaned in, pecking her on the lips. "Feel better, okay?"
"I'll try." he stood up, making his way out the room. "Bye." he waved, exiting the room afterwards.
At the studio...
"I was thinking we add the...oohhhss right between the hook. You know, while the chorus is playing?" he spoke, bopping he head to the beat. "This is tight. This is really tight." he took a seat in front of the track board.
"How does this sound?" he looked away, watching as he fiddled with a few buttons on the track board. "Here it is..." a different melody played with the beat.
"Hahaha yeah. That's cool." he stood up, grabbing a hold to his bottle of water. He quickly gulped down the cool substance, sighing afterwards. The women who was featured in the song stood against the wall, gazing at him. Her name was Vanessa Marquez and she was found by the neptunes. He locked eyes with hers, smiling in return. "Tim is whilin' out with this beat. Haha." he stood beside her.
"Sounds good." he looked away, putting all of his focus on the music. "How long did it take you to finish off your verse?"
"I'm sorry. You said something?" he locked eyes with hers.
"How long did it take to finish off your verse? You did write the verses, right?"
"Uhh yeah." he answered, crossing his arms over his chest. "Somethin' wrong with your verse? Don't like it? Ahaha."
"Oh no. Everything is fine. I was just curious to who wrote ninety percent of the song." he nodded, putting his focus back on his surroundings in front of him.
Giselle sat in front of a mirror, gazing in a magazine as the hair dresser tended to her hair. "I can bet you a million bucks they're gonna have something about me and Justin in here." she flipped through the pages, automatically gazing in on a picture of Justin. "Ha! I told ya'."
"Okay, and...I see Justin, but...where's you? Ahaha." Nadia laughed hysterically.
"Hmm, you're right. I see some...girl instead. Vanessa Marquez? Why does that name sound so familiar?"
"Vanessa Marquez? The girl who was featured on one song with Justin. One for her unreleased album and she was on that snoop dogg song too. I see her with Pharell most of the time." she looked up, locking eyes with hers.
"Pharell from the neptunes?"
"Mmm hmm." she spoke with a nod. "I heard she has some lil' crush on your man. Haha." she lowered her eyes at her.
"Some lil' crush?" she sat there laughing hysterically.
"I'm just kiddin'. If she did, I wouldn't know." she stuffed a skittle in her mouth. "Mmmmm taste the rainbow." she rolled her eyes playfully.
"You shot out. Remind me to never give you anything sweet. You act all...crazy when you eat candy."
After visiting the salon, the two decided to stop by a restaurant for something to eat. "Mmm, damn. Food never tasted so good. Mmm." Giselle ate her hamburger as if it was the last thing on earth. "Any way..." she stuffed a few fries in her mouth. "I didn't think anything of it until it happened. I miss my little girl. Damn, I have to arrange a date for her to come see me."
"I got a date with that...rock star. What's his name? Ummm...Aerosmith. He said he's a fan of my work." she sat there, mouth hung open in disbelief.
"Aerosmith? Oh my god. I mean..." she washed down her food with a coke. "Aerosmith is like...ninety years old." she over exaggerated. And he has a daughter around your age." she shrugged her shoulders.
"So. And for your info, he's not ninety years old. IF if penis can still get up without viagra then I think he's in really good shape." she gasped, flashing her a shocked look.
"Excuse me? You did not just say that. First of all, how would you know if his penis can get on hard without viagra? You never slept with him." she sat there with a smirk on her face. "Right? I mean, you did just say you got a date with him. Last time I checked, most people sleep with each other after the date."
"Well not Miss Landers. If he's rich and sexy...he can have me anytime." she shook her head pathetically.
"You slut. You're embarrassing me. Please tell me you're lying." she broke out laughing.
"Yeah, I guess you know me too well. But I still think he has to be rich and sexy if he ever wants to sleep with me."
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5:22 p.m. (Vibe Photo shoot)
"Justin, tilt your head this way. Keep that same look, just move it a little to the right." the photographer took a few shots of him posing in a pair of boxers. "Okay, lay back on the couch. Prop yourself with your elbows."
"What do you mean? Like..." he laid back, lifting himself by a few inches with his arms.
"Yeah, you almost got it. Just..." he propped himself up with his elbows. "That's it! Hold it right there." he took a few more shots. "Just a few more..." he continued taking more shots of the same pose. "Look the other way. Hold your head down..."
His cell phone threw him off. "Damn." he mumbled. Giselle drove down the road, holding the phone to her ear. "I'm sorry. I need to get my phone. I'm expecting a call." She waited, finally hearing the familiar voice pick up on the other line. "Hello? Hey, um...yeah. No I'm at the photo shoot. We're about to wrap it up. Probably in another thirty minutes. Yeah. Okay, well...are we still on for tonight? The beach house. Yeah, okay. See you then." he turned the phone off. "Sorry about that." he walked back over towards the set. "Where were we?"
Around seven that evening...
Giselle walked out on her private beach, kicking up sand along the way. She inhaled sharply, enjoying the cool wind gusting by her. It seemed like the perfect time to go swimming.
Justin entered the beach house, dropping his things by the door. "Giselle?" he entered the master bedroom, gazing around for a sign of the individual but she was nowhere to be found. "Where the hell is she?"
She sat on the cool sand, folding her legs Indian style. "I can't believe it." she looked around, realizing how huge the beach was. "My very own beach." she spoke, smiling to herself.
Justin stepped out on the back patio that led out on the beach. His eyes immediately focused on a woman laying out on the sand a few feet away from the water. "The hell..." he ambled towards the woman, instantly realizing who it was. "Giselle?" she quickly sat up, locking eyes with his. "Hey." he took a seat beside her. "What are you doing?" she laid back, gazing up at the stars.
"Just...watching the hundreds and thousands of people...watching over me." she teased. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"Very funny." he laid back, resting his back on the cool surface. "Feels good out here." she kept her eyes on the stars in the sky. "How was your day?" she shrugged her shoulders.
"Fine, I guess. Yours?" he looked her direction, scrutinizing her closely.
"I had a great time. We finished off the track and...the vibe issue should be out next week." she shut her eyes, releasing a soft sigh.
"Vanessa Marquez..." she licked her lips. "What a pretty girl."
"Not my type though." she locked eyes with his. "I know you were trying to...point out that I might think she's hot, but...you're all wrong. It's just business. We did a song together and that was it. We went our separate ways. Even when we did our first track a few years ago."
"She never...asked you out or anything?"
"Um, we went out to lunch once during our lunch break when we were working on our first track." he cleared his throat. "She's cute, but just not someone...I see myself with." he sat up, scooping some sand up between his palms. "I thought about fucking her once."
"I knew it!" she sat up, pointing at him. "I...I just knew it."
"What? Ahaha, I mean...can you blame me? I'm a man and...straight men think of things like that when they see a pretty girl. I was single too at the time so..." he let the grains of sand pass through the crack of his fingers. "I love sex. I think...it's one of the best feelings in the world." he met eyes with hers. "Don't you?" she looked away, blushing slyly.
"I guess you can say that." she stood to her feet. "I think I'm in the mood for a swim." he watched as she removed her overalls, revealing a two piece underwear set.
"What are you doing?" she unhooked her bra, quickly slipping off her underwear.
"I'm hoppin' in." he watched in astonishment as she ran in the water, splashing water everywhere. "Ahaha!! It's warm! Why don't you get in!!" he stood to his feet, never taking his eyes off her.
"I dunno. I mean...how do we know if a...paparazzi is lurking around or something?" he broke out laughing, just watching her make a fool out of herself and he could admit, it actually looked like fun. "What the heck." he quickly discarded his clothes, followed by his boxers. "Is there enough room for me?!!" he joked, running full speed towards her. He dived in, swimming further in the deep.
All she could remember was being picked up a few feet in the air. "Ahhhhh!!!!" she screamed. "Hahaha!!!" he held her in a tight grip. "Wooo hooo!! Yeahh!!" she wrapped her arms around his neck, slowly locking lips with his. "Mmmm." she moaned softly. They sunk in the water, never parting lips. After a few moments of holding her breath, she decided to come up for air. "Whew!" he popped up from out of the water, swimming backwards away from her. "Where are you going? Don't leave me!!" she joked.
"I ain't goin' nowhere." he sunk back in the water, swimming towards her.
"Justin?" he popped up, wiping the access water from his face. "Oh..." he moved in closer to her.
"Did you eat anything? I haven't eaten since three."
"Oh, well I cooked something. You wanna go eat? Come on." she swam out the water. "Wooo it's freezing." she grabbed her things on her way towards the house.
"Look at that ass." he burned a hole into her butt as he followed her towards the house. "You don't mind if I..." he slapped her butt. "...tap that ass?"
"Stop it." she hit him playfully. "That hurt" she entered the kitchen. "I made scallop potatoes with barbeque ribs and..."
"Wow. All this for me?" she broke out laughing. "You don't mind if I take a shower first? I wanna wash up." he ambled down the hall towards the main bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, a ringing device alerted him that his phone was going off. "Shit." he ran back down the hall towards his duffle bag by the front door. "Where is it?" he found the phone, quickly turning it on. "Hello?"
"Hello, Justin? Um...it's me. Randall." there was a slight pause, and then he heard a click. "Hello? Hello?" there was no answer.
"Someone on the phone?" Giselle asked from the kitchen.
"Uhhh no. No one." he answered, proceeding towards the bedroom.
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