A week later (8:13 p.m.)
A week had passed, and Justin was scheduled for an interview in Europe. Him and Giselle pulled up in front of a five star hotel and stepped out of the limousine. They entered the building, heading towards the front desk. As soon as they made it there, Justin immediately got the clerk's attention. "Evening, um...we will like the uhhh...one of your best suites. How much will it be for six nights?" Giselle gazed at the hilarious look Justin held while holding in her laughter. Moments before they had gotten out of the vehicle, he had said something that she thought was very funny and she couldn't stop laughing since.
"Our best suites run from five-thousand a night. They come with a hot tub; king sized bed. You can choose regular or water."
"You guys have water beds?" he interrupted with a surprised look on his face. She nodded in response.
"Yes, sir. Would you like one? The rooms also include their own refrigerator and a miniature stove if you're interested in cooking something. Some come with a spacious balcony and..."
"Just give us one of your best ones. One that comes with everything, except for a water bed. I'm not...too interested in that." he pulled out his wallet.
"All right, and how long will you be staying?"
"Six nights...seven days." he handed her a credit card. "Charge that to my visa. Thanks." two bell hops entered the building with their luggage seconds later. After the clerk put in his order, she handed him back the card with a key. "Thank you. You have a nice night." they proceeded down the hall towards the elevators.
After taking the elevator to the sixth floor, they found their room four doors down the hall to the left. He slid the card in the slot, slowly twisting the knob and yanking the door open. "You first." Giselle entered the room, sitting her bag on the dresser.
"Wow." she gazed around in disbelief. "This is nice. And for five thousand a night." she nodded, scrutinizing her surrounds. "Not bad at all." After collecting their luggage, he paid the bell hops.
"Thanks." he shut the door, gradually turning to face Giselle. She laid in bed with her arms and legs spread out. "Hmm. It hasn't even been a minute and you're already gettin' comfortable." she sat up, flashing him a questioning look.
"And why shouldn't I be? It's not like you had something in mind." his raised his eyebrows interestingly.
"As a matter of fact, I did."
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Giselle sat in the Jacuzzi, sipping on a glass of apple cider. "Ahhh." she sighed heavily. "I wish this was real wine. But unfortunately..." she sat the glass down. "...I'm pregnant and I can't drink alcohol." she pouted playfully.
"Yeah, and your world is gonna end when?" he spoke sarcastically. "Alcohol is not the best thing in the world. Most people drink it to...relax from a hard day's work. Or maybe because they're stressed and they need to be at ease." he sat up, moving in closer to her. "And then there's that time when you're just simply...horny and you haven't gotten laid in ages. So you go out and...find this hot chick who you think looks...fine as hell..." she rolled her eyes playfully. "You get her drunk by buying her a drink." he placed a soft kiss on her lips. "After accomplishing that, you take her back to your place and...bang her guts in. Ahaha." he pulled away, slowly taking a sip of his drink.
"Yeah, just like you did me. Right?" he nodded.
"Right." she rolled her eyes mischievously. "Believe it or not, you're the first black woman I've ever had sex with."
"But not the first black woman you've ever dated." she added. He shook his head in agreement.
"Right. I just uh..." he cleared his throat. "I think that you guys are simply irresistible. And you would think I'd think differently after being with a French woman. Since they're known to be the best in bed." she broke out laughing.
"And who told you that lie?" he shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't remember. That's just the thing I used to hear a lot. French women were supposed to be excellent in bed. And um, Valeria proved them right on that particular subject but...I don't think all French women are excellent in bed."
"Just Valeria?" he rolled his eyes.
"I didn't say that. I'm just saying that she was great in bed. That was probably the only thing she was good at."
"And what about me? Do I match her standards? Am I great in bed too?" he bit his lip teasingly.
"If you weren't, I wouldn't be marrying you." she gasped in shock. "Ahaha, I'm just kiddin'. Seriously, you're wonderful in bed. Better than all of the women I've ever slept with for the mere fact that...I'm in love with you. And making love to someone you're in love with is much more pleasurable than just doing it just...to be doing it. You know, because you're so fuckin' horny." she broke out laughing. "Yeah, but that's why it's incredible with you and I."
"Can I ask you something? You know, since we've been together...I haven't sucked your dick yet."
"Hmmm, yet?" she rolled her eyes.
"Shut up." he laughed faintly. "Seriously, I just wanna know who sucked your dick and who was best at it."
"Very interesting question. Umm..." he bit his lip in thought. "Britney, Valeria, Veronica, Danielle, and Jenna." she flashed him a confused look.
"Who's Jenna?" she asked curiously.
"Jenna was a back-up dancer for me while I was in Nsync. And if you're interested in knowing how it began...let's just say we were both horny at the time."
"Hmm." she nodded. "And who was best?" there was a moment of silence as he thought about his answer.
"I'm gonna have to go with Valeria." she rolled her eyes. "I dunno. There's just something about the way she moves her mouth. Haha. Then again, you could out beat her. There's only one way to find out."
"Ha!" she laughed pathetically. "Yeah right. The only time I'll consider sucking your dick is if we're married. Other than that, it's not happenin'. So until then, the only thing that's going in my mouth is food." he chuckled softly.
"Yeah. Sure." he spoke sarcastically.
The following morning (5:33 a.m.)
"Damn, I'm tired as fuck." Justin spoke, rubbing his tired eyes. "The interview is at eight?" he asked, reaching out and turning on the faucet.
"Nine." Giselle answered from the shower. "I'm hungry." he goggled out his mouth with Listerine. "You think we have time to stop by a diner for some food?" she stepped out of the tub, quickly drying herself with a towel.
"Sure. Why not?" she departed the bathroom. After getting ready, they exited the hotel and approached the awaiting limousine. "Oh boy." he sat back, resting his back against the seat. "I'm so fucking tired. Why am I so tired?" he shut his eyes, relaxing his mind.
"Maybe because you went to bed late. Duhhh." she pulled out her cell phone. "I tried warning you, but you just wouldn't listen." she spoke, dialing in a one eight hundred number. "I wonder how much I have in my account. I'm thinking about going shopping later on." she paused, listening carefully to the automated voice system. "Enter your account number." she mocked, carefully pressing in her eight digit account number.
"Where are you going shopping?" he asked, never opening his eyes.
"I dunno. Somewhere around here. I don't visit the UK much like you do so...I'm not really familiar with the place." he lifted his head, peering in on her.
"Last time I was here was 'bout a year ago. When I was on tour." he corrected. Moments later, they had finally made it to the nearest diner and ordered their food.
"I couldn't even believe it when I saw it." Giselle spoke on her cell. "No. It's..." she glanced at her watch. "...seven on the dot. The interview is in two hours." she lifted her eyes, immediately gazing at Justin who approached her. He took his seat, cautiously sipping on his hot coffee. "No. I'm four months along. Ahaha." she sighed heavily. "No. No, no." she blushed slyly. "Ummm I dunno." he put his focus on her, examining her closely as she spoke over the phone. "Well..." the tone of her voice and her face expression gave him a hint that it couldn't have been a woman she was talking to. "Maybe, we'll have to see." she giggled softly. "Shut up. Haha so what?" her smile slowly faded. "Yeah. Why?" she finally locked eyes with Justin's realizing how calm he was. "And what type of question is that. Of coarse. Yes, I love him. With all my heart." he slowly sat his mug down, never peeling his eyes off her. She seemed a little cheerless all of a sudden. "I trust he wouldn't do something like that. You're lyin'." she looked away, feeling the anger rise in her. "I think I'm gonna go now. Why? Well because of your attitude. That's why! You never wanna see me happy. You would do any and everything to ruin what I have. You're selfish and that's why we never worked. I gotta go." she turned the phone off. "Bastard." she mumbled, placing the device back in her purse.
"Um...I'm guessing that was your ex." she met eyes with his.
"Yeah." she spoke less enthusiast. "He's the biggest jerk in the universe. Ugh!!" she ran her fingers through her loose hair.
"Don't...stress yourself over him. It's not worth it. He's not worth it." he assured.
"I couldn't agree more." she agreed, chewing on her toast with jelly.
8:55 a.m.
"You're on in five." Justin sat up, grabbing his bottle of water with him.
"I'll see you in a few." he spoke, pecking Giselle on the lips. She watched him walk out on stage and take a seat beside the host. As soon as they went on air, she joined the few people in the monitor room to watch. "Last time I was down here had to be about a year ago. When I was on tour."
"You traveled fifty cities, right?" he nodded.
"Yes. Might I add, the longest tour I've ever been on. I thought I was gonna die. Hahaha. Non stop singing and performing. And then afterwards, I was scheduled for a few other shows in town and such and such."
"Are you working on a new album, now?"
"Well...I have a few songs recorded, but I'm not sure when the album is going to be out. I have a lot of people in mind that I wanna work with. So..." he cleared his throat. "Everything should turn out great."
"I'm glad everything is on track. Let's talk a little about...Miss Ortiz." he blushed slyly.
"What's there to know? We uh...we're doing fine."
"We wanna know about the baby and this beach house you bought her a while ago." he bit his lip, hesitant to discuss his personal life because bad things happened when he did.
"Well..." he cleared his throat. "The baby is fine and um...that's about it. Everything is great!"
"We wanna know if Giselle is here. She is here, right?" he sat back, rubbing his chin in hesitation. "Why don't the beautiful Giselle come out on stage now." she stood there in total shock. "Giselle?!" the crowd exploded.
"I don't think that's such a good idea..."
"Giselle Ortiz?! The fans are waiting." he sat back, shaking his head pathetically. "Come on, Giselle." she walked out on stage, taking baby steps towards them. This was actually the first time she had ever been on live television. And she couldn't express how nervous she was. "Giselle...look at you." the host stood up, extending his hand out for her. "Come have a seat." she took a seat in his chair. Moments later, one of the workers brought out another chair for him. "How are you, Giselle?"
"Um...I'm okay." she gazed at Justin who hadn't said a word since she'd been on stage. "Are you okay?" he shook his head.
"It's nothing." he mumbled.
"How's the baby?" she locked eyes with the host. "You're showing a little now. How far along are you?"
"Um, I'm a little over four months." she answered, rubbing her tummy soothingly. "I umm, I'm not too good with this...stage and the spotlight. I..." she could feel her stomach bubbling. "I don't feel too good. Excuse me." she stood up, rushing off stage.
"Oh uhhh, is she gonna be okay?" he met eyes with his, wanting so badly to knock him out.
"You are very unprofessional. Why would you bring my fiancé out on stage without approving it with me? If I don't want to discuss my love life, then leave it at that. I'm sorry." he apologized to the audience. "I gotta go." he stood up, making his way off stage. Giselle departed the bathroom minutes later, immediately meeting up with Justin. "Hey." he had his back against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "You okay?" she nodded meekly.
"Yeah. I just...that whole thing makes me really nervous and..."
"It's okay." he approached her. "We're leaving now. I couldn't finish it. Especially with the mood I'm in." he led her down the hall. "I can't believe he had the nerve to put me out on the spot like that. I could...I could rip his fucking..."
"Shhh. Don't talk that way." they followed the bodyguard outside towards the vehicle.
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Later that day (7:34 p.m.)
Giselle sat at the table chewing on her fish. She lifted her head, peering at Justin who had his eyes in a notebook. "You haven't token your eyes off that book since we've been here." she broke the silence between them. "What are you writing? A biography or something?"
"I brought you here to eat. So...eat." he replied with a slight bit of attitude, never taking his eyes off the book.
"Fine." she dropped her fork to the plate. "I'm gonna go throw up now." he looked up, watching her walk off.
"Damnit." he mumbled, slamming his book shut. He looked away, gazing at a woman sitting at a table with he man and a child. Scrutinizing them for a few moments started to make him realize how good he had it. If he didn't screw it up with Giselle, that could've been them in the future. Sharing a nice dinner with his family.
Giselle took her seat at the table. "We can leave now. I'm not...hungry anymore." he gazed at her, regretting his foul behavior towards her. She did nothing wrong, so why was he constantly taking his frustration out on her?
"I'm writing the last piece to my...song I'm recording next week." she locked eyes with his. "That's what I've been doing all day." she grabbed her glass of cranberry juice, taking a sip of it. "I'm really focused on finishing off this album. I would've been done with it, but I've been working on movies and TV shows." he released a soft sigh. "Now it's about my record."
"I'm glad you're focused and...dedicated to your job. But why? Why are you catching attitudes with me? I really don't know what I did to make you upset."
"No. You did nothing, and I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for taking all of my aggravation out on you. You are supposed to be the last person I treat this way, because...you're my fiancé and you're expecting my baby. Our baby. I don't mean to treat you this way. You know I don't. Sometimes it's just very hard to...keep it bottled up inside me. But you're right. I shouldn't be taking it out on you." she sat there with tears in her eyes.
"It's okay." she assured, reaching out to touch him. "You wanna get outta here?" he smiled warmly.
"Sure." he threw a few bills on the table and followed her out of the building. "I was thinking about going to a club while the night is still young. Our flight leaves in the morning, so we can stay for an hour or two." he gazed at her. "What do you think?" she shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess." she sat back in the limo. "This pregnancy is killin' me. I haven't had a decent meal without throwing up in between or afterwards. I feel so tired and lazy. All I wanna do is sleep." he reached out, running his fingers through her hair.
"All right, um...why don't we just go back to the hotel so you can get some rest." he suggested. "You want any medicine? We can stop by a drug store on our way back."
"No. The doctor said not to take just any type of medicine while I'm pregnant. He said it wasn't good for the baby." her stomach begin to bubble once again. "Shit. I think I'm gonna throw up. Pull over. Tell the driver to pull over." he reached out, knocking on the window.
"Can you pull over?! Now!"
"We're in the middle lane and there's traffic nonstop." the driver spoke over the intercom.
"Shit!" he gazed around for a cup or anything of that sort. He then spotted a bottle of wine sitting in a bucket of ice. "Here." he dumped the contents out. "You'll have to use this."
"What? No. I..."
"Didn't you just hear him? He said we're stuck in traffic. It's impossible to pull over now. Just take this." she grabbed the bucket as she could feel it rising in her throat. She quickly defecated all that she could in the bucket. He hated to see her that way and he blamed himself. If it wasn't for him getting her pregnant, she wouldn't have been in that position to begin with.
"I'm sorry. I should've never gotten you pregnant. It's all my fault. I was drunk and..."
"Would you shut up?" she spat out. "It wasn't just your fault. We both were drunk, okay?" she sat the bucket down. "What do you want me to do? Get an abortion? I mean..." she sat back. "...this is a part of pregnancy. You have morning sickness and you feel tired and miserable. But it's all worth it in the end. When you...see your baby for the first time...it's hard to describe. Believe me, I know. I felt that way when I first laid eyes on Oteriah."
"But...why do they call it morning sickness if you're throwing up all times of the day?" she chuckled softly.
"I swear, you worry about the wrong things. I don't know why they call it morning sickness. I just know it's when you're sick as a dog and you feel like you wanna die sometimes." he chortled deeply. "I mean, why do they call guys whose dicks are hurting because their on hard 'blue balls'? Your dicks don't look blue to me." he broke out laughing.
"Okay, that was...that was funny."
"You ever had blue balls?"
"Um..." he continued laughing off and on. "Once. A very long time ago. And it hurts like hell that's why they call it blue balls. It's like when you're sad, and they say that you're looking blue. Well our dicks have a mind of their own. They're sad when they don't get any and they're..." she shook her head pathetically. "...happy when they do. Hahaha. It's just an expression." she nodded.
"Yeah. Just like morning sickness, because it happens in the morning most of the time." he nodded timidly.
"That's understandable."
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