Justin Timberlake entered HOT COCOAS, a night club immediately being blown away by the loud music. There were flashes and bodies moving across the floor. The first thing on his mind was the bar. He was in need for a drink. "Hey guys, I'm gonna head to the bar. I'll meet you guys at the VIP section." he made clear to his friends as he approached the long, rectangular bar. One of the reasons why he loved going to the bar was because of the pretty women he'd meet most of the time. Single women who were either upset with the world or just in need for a good lay.

When he made it to the bar, he took a seat on one of the stools. The waitresses and bar tenders there were hot as pancakes and they were also the nicest people you could meet. Which he thought was a little odd being that they worked at a night club. "Well hello there." his eyes peeled from off the dancing bodies to gaze at Mindy, one of the bar tenders. "This is like three times now." he formed a smile upon his lips.

"Yes it is. What are you keeping tabs on me now?" he teased, putting his focus on her perfectly shaped breasts that hid under a thin, see through, white t-shirt she wore.

"How can I NOT notice you? You're like THE hottest guy in here." he blushed slightly.

"Don't bust my chops. You, my dear..." he leaned in closer. "...are to die for. Especially those tits of yours." she licked her lips teasingly, returning a seductive look. This always happened when he came there. He would end up flirting with one of the bar tenders, then he would order a drink and enjoy it while flirting some more. Maybe even with a customer and then he would dance a little. After feeling up on women on the floor, he would sit in the VIP section and probably order a few private lap dances, then he would leave. And in a few more days, he would do it all over again.

"What are you getting tonight? Oh let me guess. You want the Bacardi lime." he nodded with an impressive look on his face.

"Not bad. Hook me up one of those, oh and turn around so I can get a good view of your ass." he flirted.

"Ha-Ha. You are something else. So straight forward, to the point. I like that." she bit her lip, sizing him up a bit. "I'll be right back with your drink."

"Thank you." he thanked, never taking his eyes off her. She had to be one of the prettiest tenders there and if she didn't get off so late, he probably would have taken her to back to his place.

"Cute isn't she?" a voice spoke into his ear. He quickly looked away to gaze at an African American woman, watching as she took a seat on the stool beside him. "You guys seem to know each other very well."

"Well..." he paused, scrutinizing this stranger closely. She was quite attractive, actually. She wore a revealing top, almost exposing her breasts that looked to be like C cups. And she wore a white cap over her hair. Not only that, she looked quite familiar to him. He just didn't know where he had seen her from. "Do I know you?" she quickly shook her head.

"I don't think so, but I know you." she answered, taking a sip of her alcohol beverage. "I'm pretty sure you had a clue any way. Considering you're this famous celebrity."

"Do you normally come here?" he asked, twirling around in his stool to face her. This woman was extremely gorgeous and he had to get to know her.

"Yes, probably once a week." she looked away, putting her focus on the bar tenders that roamed the area.

"And I'm just now noticing you? That's very weird, considering I come here a few times a week. I wouldn't have passed up a beautiful woman as yourself."

"Of coarse you wouldn't have. Because you're a flirt." she finally met his gaze. "Not saying there's anything wrong with that. I mean, you are single last time I checked. Single and ready to mingle. Ha-Ha." a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Listen..." he paused, watching Mindy sit his drink in front of him. "Thanks, sweetie." she returned a smile and turned on her heel, walking off. "Um..." he grabbed a hold to his glass of Bicardi, taking a few sips of it. "Mmm this is good. Any way..." he sat the drink down and gazed back at the beautiful woman in black. "What's your name? You already know mines, so I think it's only fair that you tell me yours." she smirked, hesitating to give out that information.

"Blu. My name is Blu." his eyebrows raised interestingly because he had never heard a name like that before.

"Wow, what a...unique name. I'm guessing blue is your favorite color. It happens to be mine as well."

"That IS true in a way, but I didn't name myself. I guess it was just a coincidence that it turned out to be my favorite color." he nodded, scratching his irritant chin.

"I wanna ask you something personal. It's your choice whether you wanna answer the question." he paused, admiring her contagious looks. "If I asked you to come back to my place with me, would you? Yes or no."

"Hmm." she sat up, giving him a better view of her cleavage. What an interesting sight. "Maybe, maybe not. Why don't you ask me and see." he liked this girl. She was sexy and flirty and he definitely had a clue what she was thinking.

"Okay, Blu...will you accompany me back to my house? I promise you, you won't regret it." those exact words just made her heart flutter. Of coarse she wanted to go back with him, but she didn't want to seem that easy. Maybe if she spent more time with him there, then she probably would agree.

"I don't know." she sat her drink down and stood to her feet. "I'll think about it. Besides that, would you like to dance?"

"Hmm, I thought you would never ask." he stood up, following her out on the dance floor and during the whole time--his eyes were glued to her perfectly shaped ass. Oh how bad he wanted to grab it. This stranger was just too perfect. Maybe even too perfect for him. She finally turned his direction and reached out for him. He accepted both her hands as they began moving to the music. He quickly pulled her closer, attaching his arms to her small waist. His hands roamed her lower back, finally stopping at her butt.

"What are you doing?" she asked, pushing his hands away.

"What's wrong? Don't act like you don't like it." he attempted to grab her ass again but she twirled around, facing her back to him.

"Stop that. Is that all you think about? Ass?"

"No. Yours just happen to be your best asset."

"Oh really?" she rested her head back against his chest while grinding up on him. This move immediately turned him on and all he wanted to do was take her some place where they could be alone. "And you know what's your best asset?" she threw her hand back, groping his private area.

"Whoa!" he jumped, completely shocked at her actions.

"Doesn't feel too good, now does it?" she turned to face him. "Being treated like a piece of meat."

"First of all..." he grabbed her, pressing himself against her. "I could care less how you treat me. Especially a beautiful woman as yourself. I was just surprised because I wasn't expecting that."

"Mmm hmm." she reached in between them, grabbing him once again but this time she begin to stroke him, feeling him harden between her fingers. "Like that?" he bit his lip, trying so hard to resist her. Especially in a room full of people. It was a good thing there wasn't too much light in the room because anybody could've seen what she was doing.

"We're leaving." he grabbed her waist and turned her, pushing her towards the crowded people and near the exit. This was her whole plan, to get him alone so she could fuck the shit out of him.

When they made it to his place, he threw her on the bed and hovered over her. She attached her arms to his neck as they kissed passionately. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, your momma's gonna feel it." she spoke seductively in his ear.

"You have a lot of mouth on you. I wonder if you can back it up." his hands roamed every inch of her body, stopping here and there. His favorite spot to touch was her ass. He just loved how it felt. "Give me a minute." he climbed out of bed, quickly entering his bathroom for a condom. After finding the condom, he departed the bathroom and noticed Blu completely undressed. The only thing she wore was an underwear set as she sat there waiting patiently for him.

"Got it?" he blinked a couple of times, waking out of the trance.

"Yeah." he answered, holding up the rubber.

"Well what are you waiting for? Come here." she motioned him over with her finger. First he undressed himself, then climbed on bed beside her.

"You're fucking sexy as hell." she grinned, her eyes slowly trailing down his figure. She had to admit, this was not how she pictured him to be. She thought he would have backed away at the club after she grabbed his dick, but he did the total opposite.

"Are you gonna put on the condom or what?" she asked softly. "I'm tired of waiting."

"You only have to ask but once." he slipped on the condom and climbed on top of her. "Ready for big daddy?" she laughed faintly.

"Don't flatter yourself."

Two days later

Justin laid in bed sleeping peacefully when his phone went off. He groaned, slowly stirring in bed. It continued to go off until the answering machine picked up.

Leave a message

"Your voice message is so bland." a familiar voice spoke. "Any way, you wouldn't believe what's the big topic in the newspaper today. You, my friend. Some chick is doing a tell-all topic about sleeping with you!" his eyes immediately flew open. "You gotta read it, man. She's saying a lot of shit. Unbelievable..." he quickly reached out, grabbing the phone from off the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Oh hey, I didn't think you were up."

"I wasn't." he rubbed his tired eyes.

"Did you hear my message? Some journalist is exposing you. It's in the LA TIMES column. She's talking about how you took her home and had sex with her. She went into detail like you wouldn't even believe." he felt his whole body go numb. "You have to get the newspaper."

"Shit. I gotta call you back." he turned off the phone, this ghastly feeling spreading throughout his body. This all felt like a dream to him. A horrible dream that would not end. The difference was, he couldn't pinch himself to wake up. This was really happening. And he only had one person in mind. Blu. It had to have been her. She was the only woman he slept with recently but then again, he took a lot of other women home as well so it could have been either one of them. "This is not good." he finally stepped out of bed and entered his bathroom.

Justin sat at the bar in his kitchen, burning a hole into the newspaper with his face on the cover. The title read, ONE NIGHT STAND. As he sat there reading the passage, he could feel the anger building up in his system. Never in his life, he felt so used and misplaced. At the end of the article, the name of the journalist was printed in bold lettering. STACY B. This name didn't ring a bell but then again, the majority of the women he slept with all had nicknames. Some named after fruit and sweets. So it could have been any one of them. His mission was to find out and he was going to first stop by THE LA TIMES to find out who this STACY B was.

As soon as he finished off his toast, he exited the kitchen and headed towards the front door-newspaper still in hand. When he opened the door, his eyes immediately focused in on Brooke, his next door neighbor. "Just great." the last thing he wanted to do was talk to her because he knew she had read the newspaper. She never went a day without reading THE LA TIMES.

He quickly ambled towards his vehicle, hoping she didn't turn around to see him. And as soon as he sat in his car and shut the door, she looked over her shoulder to stare at him. "Oh!" she waved her hand, trying to get his attention. But he conveyed his car to life, pretending as if he didn't see her. "Justin?" she dropped the water hose she was using to water her plants and approached his car. "Hey..."

"Dammit." he mumbled, hesitantly pressing the down button to his window.

"Jeez! You didn't hear me calling you?" he shook his head no.

"No, why? What's up?" he already knew what she was going to ask.

"You know, I tell you all the time you should get your ears checked. But besides that, I just wanted to ask you..." here it goes. "...if you got your newspaper today?" he quickly looked up to meet her gaze with this confused look on his face.

"Huh?"

"Your newspaper. Did you get yours? For some reason, mines wasn't on my porch this morning." he shut his eyes, sighing in relief.

"Oh, well...no. I didn't get mine either." he lied, knowing if he told the truth, she would ask to see his. "It's probably nothing exciting in there any way." if only she knew. "Listen, I gotta be heading out. I'm already a few minutes late for my recording session."

"Oh, of coarse!" she stepped back as he slowly pulled out of the drive way and headed out on the road. "Bye!" she waved, watching him drive off. He decided to turn the radio on so he could listen to music on his way to the office. Immediately, he heard his name.

This girl goes into detail about how he went down on her and how big his size is. His eyes shot wide open. There was no escaping this. It was everywhere. On the newspaper; on the radio and probably on television. What was he going to do? How was he going to get himself out of this one?

Can you imagine that? Picking up a girl at the club and taking her back to your place to have sex with her. Only to find out that she worked for a BIG newspaper company. That's really messed up.

Of coarse it was. It was invasion of privacy. He couldn't wait to get to the office so he can bash this journalist.

About a half an hour later, he pulled up in front of THE LA TIMES and parked his car in a GUEST spot. He quickly stepped out of the car and made his way towards the entrance of the building. The closer he had gotten, he could feel his heart rate increasing. He never felt so anxious in his entire life. When he entered the building, all eyes slowly focused on him. They watched closely as he ambled towards the front desk where a clerk was sitting. She sat there, talking on the phone with God knows who. Even though he hadn't been waiting too long, he felt very impatient because he needed to see this journalist. "Excuse me." he spoke, tapping on the desk. The women finally looked up at him, flashing him a questioning look.

"Yes?" she answered, instantly gasping. "Shit. I gotta call you back." she whispered, hanging up the phone. "Hi, um...Mister Timberlake, right?" he nodded.

"Right. I need to..."

"I already know who you want to speak to. Her office is that door on your left." she pointed. "It has the number FOUR on it." she added, watching him head towards the specific door down the hall. When he made it to door number 4, he reached up--knocking three hard times on it. Moments later, the door flew open and an African American woman stood there smiling. When she noticed who it was, her smile instantly faded.

"You?" he asked, completely taken back.

"Uhhh." she had no clue what to say. "What are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?" he shook his head pathetically.

"You?" he repeated. "I can't believe this." he invited himself into her office.

"Excuse me, I didn't say you could come..."

"Shut the door." he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"I said shut the fucking door!" he snapped. This nervous look was on her face, because for one--she didn't know what he was capable of doing to her. For all she knew, he could have killed her, stuffed her in a suitcase and walked out of the office like nothing happened. She hesitantly shut the door, leisurely turning around and resting her back against it. "So it's you. Miss Blu." he made himself comfortable in her chair. "I can't believe this." he sat there, eying her with no words left to say because he just couldn't get himself to believe that she actually set him up. "How..." he laughed pathetically. "How could you do something like this?" she held her head down, crossing her arms over her chest. "Was this your plan all along? I mean, how did you even know I was gonna be at the club?"

"I have nothing to say to you." her cocky attitude was starting to eat away at him and believe it or not--he was actually trying to keep sane.

"You really believe that?" he arose in his chair, slowly approaching her. "You actually think that if you stand here and ignore me THAT is going to make me go away? Hmm?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Like I said..."

"No!" he interrupted her. She quickly looked up to gaze in his heated eyes. "I asked you a question and I expect to get an answer. I deserve an answer, especially after you call yourself writing about our intimate moment we had a couple of nights ago. I don't get it. You journalists will do ANYTHING to get a paycheck. You will even ruin an innocent persons life."

"Ha! Innocent? You're not innocent. You hit on women every night you're at the club and you take them home and use them for your pleasure."

"Oh really? So this is what this is all about? You believe that I used you? How the fuck did I use you?! You were willing to go back home with me. I did not force you!" he raised his voice.

"You didn't have to. You took me for granted." he returned a questioning look. "You used your status to get what you wanted. And you know, the funny thing about it--you're not the first celebrity who has hit on me before? AT THAT CLUB!" his eyes lit up instantly because now he finally knew where he saw her from.

"Oh my god." he looked away, holding his hand to his mouth. "It's you!"

"That's right. It's me." he lowered his eyes at her, never wanting so badly to hit a woman before.

"You sleep around with celebrities and write about it in your stupid ass newspaper. Fuck! Why didn't I see this coming? You turn men on and then you go back home with him." he flashed her a disgusted look. "You disgust me. You're nothing but this big whore. Fucking slut."

"Ha-Ha. Last time I checked that's all you slept with. Sluts! You're just pissed off because a SLUT finally did you in." he grabbed a hold to her, quickly pushing her against the door.

"You say another god damn word and I swear..." he trailed off, slowly getting lost in her light brown eyes. He didn't understand how someone so beautiful could be so ugly. "Move out of my way." he pushed her aside and twisted the knob, pulling the door open. "You'll be hearing from my lawyer. You and this shitty newspaper." and with that, he departed the room--never looking back.

The following day

"She completely used me. She used me to get what she wanted and that was a juicy story for her friggin newspaper." Justin spoke angrily to his friend as they both sat on the sofa, watching TV. "I told her I was gonna sue her and the company for all they've got. You don't do some shit like that."

"Yeah, but..." Rick, his friend hesitated. "I don't think you really have a case." he flashed him an unbelievable look.

"Damn right, I do! She used my name, therefore I do have a case. I wasn't aware that she was a journalist. She tricked me! She made me believe she was some regular chick trying to have some fun. I didn't know she was doing it for her job." he took a sip of his beer.

"Hmm, I dunno. You know what they will do? They probably will settle out of court. They don't wanna deal with all of those lawyer fees and so fourth. And it would be easier that way. Less headache." he implied. "You know, I heard you're not the first celebrity she's written about." he nodded in agreement.

"I know. It's so fucked up, because when I saw her at the club that night...I was like, she looks familiar. I just didn't remember where I saw her from. And look..."

"Ha-Ha." he laughed hysterically. "You got yourself in some shit like always. I told you about just picking up anybody just because they're hot as hell."

"Yeah." he sighed, never taking his eyes off the television in front of him. "I dunno, man. I just have a thing for sexy ass women. It's hard for me to pass them up. I think I have a problem. Damn, what if the other women I had sex with decide to come out as well? Shit."

"I gotta tell you, I read that article." he quickly looked his direction, feeling completely odd.

"You did? Why?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. I guess I was interested in knowing what all the chaos was about. I saw it everywhere. AND I really wanted to know how this girl was in bed." he held a disgusted look on his face.

"I couldn't read it. I just couldn't put myself through anymore embarrassment. It's a really bad feeling. Knowing that your sex life is on blast for everyone to see." he ran his fingers through his uneven hair. "Or read, whatever. I think I'm gonna lay low for awhile. JUST from Hot Cocoas." he sat up, sitting his beer on the coffee table. "I can't put myself through anymore problems while I try and sort this thing out. Any way, I think I'm gonna head back home. I need to make some calls...see what my lawyer thinks." he stood to his feet, stretching his arms and legs afterwards. "Damn, I'm tired."

"Keep me updated. I wanna know what's going on."

"All right." he grabbed his keys from off the table and ambled towards the front door. "I'll see ya' later." he departed the house and headed towards his awaiting vehicle. On his way home, he decided to stop by the store for a few groceries. Before stepping out of his car, he reached in the back seat for his cap. He didn't want anyone recognizing him so easily. "Almost forgot." he slipped on his shades on his way inside.

Welcome to Save A Lot, where all your shopping needs are met! A computer voice spoke as he entered the store.

"Good afternoon, sir. Would you like our weekly ad?" a woman stood near the door with a stack of papers in her hands.

"No, thanks." he answered, keeping his head down the whole time, proceeding further inside. He tried making his visit very quick by speed walking down the aisles, grabbing the items that he needed. When he finished shopping, he made his way towards one of the registers.

"So, I told him to back off because I need space." he overheard a woman in front of him talking on her cell phone. "I know! I know, right?" he didn't understand why some people spoke so loud over the phone, telling all of their business and he on the other hand, did the opposite. But his business was still somehow public for everyone to see and all because of some bitch reporter. Or journalist.

Finally, the loud mouth woman was finished paying and he was next in line. "Hello, how are you?" the cashier greeted. He sat all of the items on the belt, never looking up.

"I'm good. Thank you." he grabbed his wallet, pulling out his credit card.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" the cashier asked, scrutinizing him closely.

"Yes, I did." he happened to glance at a magazine with his face on the cover. Justin sleeps with hookers, it read. "What the hell is this?" he mumbled, not realizing the cashier finished ringing up his items.

"61.78." she spoke, waking him out of the trance.

"Sorry." he handed her his credit card. She gazed at the name on it, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"Oh my god." she mumbled, trying so hard not to freak out. After swiping his card, she handed it back to him. "Did you really sleep with all them girls?" he quickly looked up with this shocked look on his face. First it went from one girl to girls as in more than one? He quickly grabbed his groceries and rushed out of the store. This was really starting to take a toll on him. He was so out of it, that he didn't realize he had almost stepped in front of a moving car.

"Shit." he examined the driver in the car as it proceeded pass him. When he recognized who it was, his eyes shot wide open. "Perfect." he decided to follow the car. So without further thinking, he hopped in his car and followed the way the car went. After driving down the road, making a few turns and stops at traffic lights--the burgundy car finally pulled up in front of a house. He watched as the driver stepped out of the car, immediately gazing at his car that was parked on the side of the road. "Hmm, you see me, don't you?" he scrutinized the woman carefully as she proceeded towards the front door. When she entered the house, he decided to step out of his car and approach the house. He knew following her was wrong, but he didn't care. His career was in jeopardy because of her.

As soon as he stood up on the porch, the door flew open. "What are you doing here?" she asked, stepping out on the patio. "You're following me now?"

"It wasn't a coincidence that you were at the store around the same time I was. You followed me, so I should be asking you the same question." she crossed her arms over her chest.

"That's nonsense. I did not follow you. I don't have time to..."

"Bullshit." he cut her off. "That's your job to follow celebrities around so you can try and get a story for your magazine."

"First of all, it's a newspaper I work for. Not magazine." she corrected. "And secondly, I already got my story on you. You sleep around with sluts, remember?" he nodded, slowly moving in closer to her.

"Of coarse I remember. I was the one betrayed. And lets clear something up..." he burned a hole into her. "...if I sleep around with sluts, what does that make you?" she looked away, not having a clue what to say. "You think you're any different then those other women who I've slept with? The ONLY difference is that they knew how to keep their mouths shut. They didn't publish it in a magazine. Oh I'm sorry. Let me rephrase that. Newspaper." she rolled her eyes in attitude. "At least I did accomplish something." he spoke, backing away from her. "I know where you live now." she returned a questioning look, watching him turn and head back to his car.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he held up his hand, flipping her the bird as he proceeded towards his vehicle. "Bastard." She watched him hop in his car and speed off.
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8:34pm (Five hours later)

Justin took a seat at the kitchen table with a plate of food in his hands. He sat the plate on the table and grabbed his fork, stabbing it in a piece of New York stripped steak. For some reason, he had a vision of stabbing his fork in a specific woman. He knew it was a horrible thing to think of but he was starting not to care. This whole newspaper issue was really getting to him. After debating for hours on end, he finally decided to read the article and truthfully, he wasn't displeased at all. She actually said a lot of good things about him. But that still didn't give her a right to tell the world.

He chewed on his steak, sitting at his table in deep thought. He was just now realizing how lonely he was. He lived in a six bedroom mansion by himself and he sat at his table, eating all by himself. This was the life he chose. The bachelor life. The life where he didn't really have big responsibilities, like taking care of a family. The life where he had no one depending on him and no one taking care of him. He got to have fun, like sleeping around with beautiful women. He guessed that was the only good part about it.

He was turning thirty in a few months, so he knew he had to start making some changes. He wasn't getting any younger. All the partying and one night stands had to come to a halt eventually. Or at least decelerate.

The sound of the doorbell woke him out of his thoughts. He quickly looked up to stare at the door in questioning. He wasn't expecting company, so he had know idea who it was. He stood up, making his way towards the door when the doorbell went off once again. "Coming." he peered in the peep hole to gaze at a woman standing out on his porch. "What the hell..." he stepped back as he tried to figure out whether he should open the door or not. He then pressed the button attached to the speaker box. "What do you want?"

"I need to talk to you." he gazed at the familiar woman, wondering what was up her sleeve now.

"Okay, talk."

"Can I come in?" he watched her closely, never taking his eyes off her. He noticed how uneasy she looked. She had to build up a lot of guts to come all the way to his house. Especially after what she did to him. Without a word spoken, he unlocked the door and yanked it open. Her eyes instantly met his gaze, her heart skipping a beat. For some reason, she found herself lost with words. She knew why she came there and now her mind went completely blank.

"There's nothing left to talk about."

"Um..." she bit her lip in thought. What was it she came to talk to him about? "I'm sorry, I..." she thought hard about what she was going to say.

"What is it?" he asked impatiently. "You're making my food cold."

"Oh yeah." she finally remembered why she came there. "I left something here." he flashed her a bizarre look. "My bra." his eyebrows raised interestingly as he immediately broke out laughing.

"Are you serious? You actually came all the way down here for a bra?! Try again." he attempted to close the door on her but she held it open.

"All right, fine. You wanna know the real reason why I'm here?" he peered over the other side of the door where she was located.

"What? Why are you here?" he asked, waiting impatiently for an answer. She stood there with this look in her eyes as she tried building up the courage to tell him why she was standing there on his porch. And the more he waited, the more irritable he became.

"I came down here to tell you how sorry I am. I know what I did..."

"You're unbelievable." he pulled the door open wider and stepped outside on the porch where she was located. "How dare you stand here and try to apologize for what you did to me. What you did can never be undone. You wrote about what we did and I just...I can't forgive you for that. I don't think I can EVER forgive you." she stood there, fiddling with her fingers nervously.

"I understand where you're coming from and how you feel." he shook his head.

"No I don't think you do. You see..." he took a step towards her. "You weren't the one humiliated and I know you may have said a lot of good things about me but...at the end of the day, you still told the world. Now I understand if you just told a few of your girlfriends. That's what you women do but for you to go and publish it..." he rested his hand on his hip. "That was crossing the line. I don't know." he finally met her gaze. "What do you wanna do about this? You rather me take you guys to court or you settle out of court? Which one is it gonna be?"

"Okay." she cleared her throat, slowly moving in closer to him. "This is how it's gonna go down." his eyebrows raised interestingly. "The truth is, I didn't come here to apologize." she stood very close in front of him with the look of lust in her eyes. "I came here to get another dose." she teasingly trailed her finger down his chest.

"Oh no you don't." he grabbed her hand, stopping her in her tracks. "You are one conceited ass female. I've never met anyone like you. You have a lot of guts. I can't believe you're trying to lower me into bed with you AFTER what you did. Are you seeing the picture? I know who you are and I know what you're capable of. Why would I wanna put myself in that position again?"

"Because for one, you've already been humiliated. There's nothing more I can do to make it any worse. And secondly, I know you want more. I can see it in your eyes." she pressed herself up against him. "What are you gonna lose by fucking me again?" she was right. He didn't mind having sex with her again but he had too much pride to even do that right after she screwed him over.

"You know what you are gonna lose if you continue this? My foot...up in your ass." he shrugged her off him. "Go home, Blu. I'm sorry, Stacy." he corrected.

"It's actually Stacy Blu. That's my real name." she added, eying him down teasingly. "You're so hot. And you know it, don't you? Is that why you have so much confidence when you walk in that club? You know you're gonna leave with a beautiful woman. And you know..." she moved towards him once again. "...you can have any woman you want. Especially me." she gradually leaned in, locking lips with his.

"Stacy..." he broke away, meeting eyes with hers. "Stop. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to and I know YOU want me to. You're just trying to resist and stand your ground because of what I did. I know it's not easy resisting such a beautiful woman as myself." he laughed hilariously.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetie. You're ugly and you wanna know what makes you ugly? Your personality. You think you can treat anybody however you want but you need a reality check. The world doesn't revolve around you. I'm gonna tell you something, if you came here with a regretful attitude--you would've had a bigger chance of getting me into bed. I'm such a sucker for a beautiful woman with a beautiful personality. And you know what, you're lack that." she watched him step back inside the house.

"Wait. You're right." she sighed heavily. "I really did come here to apologize to you but for some reason, whenever I'm around you--that's all I wanna do. You've gotten me addicted and you should be proud of that."

"Oh trust me, baby. I am but I just can't...have sex with you. Honestly, I'm just gonna quit the whole clubbing thing for now. I don't wanna deal with you crazy women. What I need is someone who is NOT gonna hurt me the way that you did. I can't keep fucking myself over. Maybe this was a lesson for me. I gotta stop playing around and start getting serious. I'm gonna be thirty soon and I think I wanna be committed now."

"All right um..." she paused, thinking about what she wanted to say. "I guess that's it. I hope you find what you're looking for." she turned, making her way towards her car and all he could look at was her ass. Why did he have to be such a butt person? "I'll be seeing you again."

"You can count on it." he spoke, shutting the door behind him.

A week later (Rosenberg & Rosenberg Associates)

Justin sat across from his lawyer at a long rectangular table, going over the case against THE LA TIMES and STACY B. "Were you aware that she was writing an article about your encounter?" Ronald Rosenberg , his lawyer asked.

"No I wasn't. I told you, we met at the club and I thought she was just an average woman there looking to have some fun." he nodded.

"I'm assuming this was something that you did on a regular basis." he laughed faintly, hesitant to answer the question. "It's okay, Mister Timberlake. I know how we men are. Especially when we're young like yourself. I wasn't perfect and I did some stupid stuff when I was your age so I perfectly understand."

"Ahem, well..." he licked his lips, moistening them. "Yeah, I guess you can say that. The thing that caught my attention was her elegance." he smiled to himself just thinking about her. "She's strikingly beautiful and I don't wanna sound racist or anything, but she is the first black woman I've ever seen that had looks to die for. She was confident and she carried herself well. She knew she was hot and she used that to attract me and...and screw me over."

"Okay, so you're suing for emotional distress, right?" he nodded while intertwining his fingers. "Honestly, Mister Timberlake...they may not wanna go to court. They might want to settle and if they do, I suggest you take whatever they offer. I will try to get the max of what you're looking for but it's not a guarantee. The only guarantee I can make, is that we are gonna get something out of this. And it's either going to be from a trial or settling out of court."

"All right, so..." he exhaled softly. "...is that it? Are you going to call me to let me know..."

"Yes. I will call you to let you know when we will be meeting with THE LA TIMES and Miss Blu." he stood up, extending his hand out to shake his.

"Thank you, Mister Rosenberg. I will see you soon."

"Okay. You take care, Mister Timberlake." he departed the room, shutting the door behind him.
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Stacy sat on her bed, crying softly. She had just received a call that she was let go from THE LA TIMES and she didn't understand why. This wasn't the first time she wrote about a celebrity she had sex with, so she was completely lost.

Maybe she deserved it and it wasn't like she wasn't warned. She took many of chances writing about topics like this and she was lucky enough to not be sued by the other few guys she slept with. Out of all the things she could have written about, she had to choose celebrities and having sex with them. Why didn't she realize this before? She did look like a slut. Was she that into her career, that she didn't see it? That she didn't see this coming? She was such a fool.

After sitting there, crying her eyes out--a specific guy popped up in her head. Justin. He seemed like such a good guy. Why did she have to choose him? And come to think about it, he could have been the one who caused her her job. He was the first celebrity to take it to court.

An hour later (6:45pm)

"Ha-Ha! Stop it!!! Justin..." Justin held his friend, Justice in a tight hold as he tickled her to death. "STOPPPP ITT!! I'M GONNA PEE MY PANTS! PLEEASSEEE!!" he released her, laughing hysterically from her behavior. Justice was Justin's childhood friend. They knew each other since they were in kindergarten and she was in town for the weekend so she decided to stay over at his place.

"Did I make you pee? Ha-Ha."

"You almost." she patted the area between her legs. "Shit, Justin." she slapped him on the arm mischievously. "I was close to peeing." he continued laughing.

"I'm sorry but you had it coming. Don't you ever mention that bitch name again." he referred to Stacy.

"Hey!" she pointed at him. "Don't call her that. Just because she wrote about your performance in bed...might I add was HOT! Ahaha." he stood up from off the floor and fell back against the sofa.

"Justice..." he began, flashing her a warning look.

"Seriously, you need to start having more respect for women. I know you love sex because I do as well but that doesn't give you a reason to treat women the way that you do." she sat beside him, kicking her legs up and resting them on his lap. "You don't think that maybe that's the reason why you can't keep a woman? Or maybe that's the reason why women look at you the way that they do?" he looked away, meeting her gaze. She sat there, twirling a string of bubble gum around her finger.

"I've...never thought about that." he replied, skimming her thigh soothingly. The thing he loved about their relationship, was the honesty. They were so truthful towards one another, that it scared him. She was the only woman he'd ever gotten on an intimate level with. "I'm sorry for not calling you lately. I hope you understand why..."

"Oh I do. I know you've been trying to sort a few things out. You got yourself in a mess and you're just trying to get yourself out of it. It would've been stupid of me to call you and say, 'hey! why didn't you call me?' Ahaha." he flashed her a warm smile.

"You're so good to me and I love you too death for that." she sat up, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

"I love you too." he bit his lip as thoughts wandered his mind. He was so happy to have her company because sitting around the house all alone was starting to drive him crazy. "I'm gonna go whip up something to eat. Want any?" she stood up, reaching in her butt crack to pull out her thong.

"I saw that." she chuckled softly.

"I know and I don't care. Ha-Ha." he watched her amble towards the kitchen.

"You better wash your hands before you touch any of my food!" he shouted, watching her stick her middle finger up at him. He sat back, kicking his feet up and resting them on top of the coffee table. He was so in desperate need for some hot sex but he didn't know who to turn to. Justice was definitely out of the picture, considering he saw her as a sister. And the only person he could think of was Stacy, which was the fucked up thing about it. This woman exposed him and all he could think about was fucking her brains out. If only he took her up on her offer the other day. A doorbell awoke him out of his thoughts. He quickly gazed up at the door in questioning. "Are you expecting someone?!" he shouted while standing to his feet.

"Huh?" she asked, peering out of the kitchen.

"Someone's at the door. Are you expecting company?" she shook her head.

"No." he peered out the peep hole to gaze at a familiar woman.

"Perfect." he rested his forehead against the door, debating on whether to open it or not. He found himself in a dilemma. He was so horny because he hadn't had sex in over a week and he NEVER went that long from having sex but he also didn't want to talk to her because he didn't trust her. "What are you doing here?" he spoke into the speaker box.

"Who is that?" Justice whispered while standing against him. He held his finger to his lips, signaling her to keep quiet.

"I need to talk to you." her voice sounded so uneven like she had been crying.

"What do you need to talk about now?" he asked, scrutinizing her closely. He noticed how sad and tired her eyes were and that immediately told him that something wasn't right.

"I..." she sniffled, wiping at her teary eyes. "I don't know who to turn to and I know you don't care about my problems, I just thought you should know that I was fired today...from the newspaper." he quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open. She looked up to stare at him, this hurtful look in her eyes. He knew she had been crying for quite awhile because her eyes were red. "Hey." he looked back to gaze at Justice.

"Do you mind?" she rolled her eyes playfully and turned, heading back towards the kitchen. "I'm sorry, um..." he stepped on the porch, shutting the door behind him. "Are you serious? You really got fired?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah and..." she trailed off when she noticed the bulge in his pants. "Did I interrupt something?" he looked down to realize what she was referring to.

"Oh..." he laughed, hastily pulling out his shirt, concealing the area. "Not really. I just...ahem." he cleared his throat, having no idea what to say. "Any way, I just can't get myself to believe this. Didn't you write articles on other guys you've slept with?" she nodded, glancing on and off at his pants.

"Yes but none of them pursued any of it. Like you did." her tone completely changed. "I don't understand. I said good things about you. How big you are and how great the sex was but you still had to complain about it."

"I have more respect for myself than those other guys, so don't you dare stand here and bitch about why I decided to sue your ass!" he raised his voice. "I know I have a sex problem and you out of all people should understand that. You were just throwing yourself all over me a few days ago so you have no right...NO RIGHT to say a damn thing to me!" he took a few steps towards her. "I was really starting to like you, Stacy. I really was." she reached out to touch him but he pulled away. "Don't. Don't do this." she once again begin to shed tears.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she cried, sobbing faintly. "I shouldn't have done what I did." he gazed at her, wanting so badly to hold her in his arms but he couldn't give in that easy.

"You're only sorry because you found your match. You thought I was gonna let it go like everyone else and it caused you your job."

"You're right." she moved in closer, watching him back up until he couldn't move anymore. "I know I can't ask you to drop the case. All I'm asking for is your forgiveness." she brushed her hair back from out of her face. "I want you to know that I'm really sorry from the bottom of my heart. I want you..." she reached out, grabbing his hand in hers. He quickly looked up to lock eyes with hers. "...to know that I really like you and I wanna show you how apologetic I am." he couldn't do this anymore. Her being this close to him did bad things to him. All he kept thinking about was taking her to his room and doing some freaky stuff to her. Especially with the mood he was in.

He gripped her hand firmly, gradually pulling her closer. She pressed up against him, her eyes never breaking his gaze. He bit his lip, wanting so badly to kiss her and show her that they DID have some hope. "I wanna kiss you and make love to you but something is holding me back." he spoke, resting his forehead against hers. She skimmed her nose gently against his, showing him some affection. "I don't wanna get hurt again." she decided to take it upon herself by meeting lips with his. He attached his arms to her waist as they continued tonguing each other down. "Mmm." he groaned, enjoying the touch of her hand groping him firmly. He quickly reversed positions, pushing her up against the wall. For some reason, something took control of him. If he didn't fight it, they would have ended up having sex on his front porch. "No." he broke away, panting heavily. "Oh..." she sucked teasingly on his bottom lip as she stroked him continuously. "Stacy, we can't..."

"Shh." she hushed, feeling him throb immensely between her fingers. "Feels good?" he peered in her eyes, never wanting to stop EVER but he knew he had to. This wasn't right. He was suing this woman so he shouldn't be making out with her. Let alone, THINKING about having sex with her.

"We can't do this." he grabbed her hand, pulling it from out of his pants. "I gotta go."

"But..." she watched him enter the house and shut the door. His eyes immediately focused in on Justice who was positioned on the couch watching TV in what looked like a sexy position to him. She sat there with this sophisticated look in her eyes, not realizing he was standing there hawking her down like she was his prey. Damn Stacy. She got him so hot and bothered that he was actually thinking about letting his load off on his childhood friend.

"Justice?" he called, watching her look his way with this questioning look on her face. She never looked so good to him and he knew he wasn't in his right mind. His dick was controlling him.

"What's up?" he gulped down, biting his tongue. He wanted to tell her how he felt and he was hoping she understood. But he knew that wasn't possible because he knew what type of woman she was. She was nothing like Stacy. She had more respect for herself and she would never agree to have sex with him for HIS pleasure. "Never mind." he proceeded up the stairs. "I gotta get this thing down." he muttered, quickly rushing to his room.

The following day

Justin slid a basket of fries and chicken in front of Justice. "Thanks." she grabbed a fry, chewing on it.

"Do you really have to go back tomorrow? Stay another day. Matter fact, stay a week. I'm sure we can find plenty of things to do." she flashed him a teasing look.

"You know what you need to do? You need to get a woman. Someone who's gonna spoil your rotten ass while I'm not around." he laughed faintly.

"Oh yeah? Well why don't you stick around a bit longer, that way you can be that woman." he joked, taking a sip of his coke.

"Don't play with me, Justin. I already know what's on your mind. You don't want anyone to take care of you. What you want is someone to LAY around with." he gasped in shock.

"How dare you say something like that! Tramp." she threw a fry at him.

"Dick head." she looked away, gazing at their surroundings. It was the perfect day to g out to the beach. The sun was out and there were no clouds in the sky. "Who was that girl who stopped by last night?" she broke the silence between them.

"Nobody." he answered, never taking his eyes off his food. She realized how serious he became when she mentioned her name.

"Doesn't sound like nobody." he looked up to peer in her eyes. "She was the one who wrote about you, huh?" he grabbed his coke, taking a few gulps of it. "I read the article and...it was good. Really good."

"That maybe true but that's not the case here. She put me on blast and then she decides to show up at my house to let me know that she was canned. Why the hell are you telling me something like this? She deserved it." he spoke irately.

"You sound like you have some sort of feelings for her. I mean..." she shrugged her shoulders. "The way you talk about her. I know you may say some bad things about her but deep down, you really like her. And that's one of the reasons why you're so upset. Just think about it. All the other guys said shit when she wrote about them but you..." he rolled his eyes. "...you're taking this to the heart. You should be happy she wrote that article because now women are gonna want to experience that as well. Maybe even best friends." she frolicked.

"Oh shut up." she laughed hysterically.

"Seriously, you should be proud of yourself. No guy has ever made me orgasm seven times. SEVEN..." she held up seven fingers. "...times." he tossed a chicken bone at her.

"I said shut up." she sat there, laughing hard. "You really think you're funny. You do realize you're the only one laughing here?" he happened to look away to gaze at a familiar woman sitting a few tables away from theirs by herself. She sat there, sipping on a beverage with the saddest look on her face. "Perfect. The wicked witch of the century is here. I swear it seems like she's following me." she followed his eyes to the table where Stacy sat.

"Ooh that's her!" she spoke excitedly. "Wow, she is hot." he flashed his eyes at her.

"Justice..." she just didn't know when to be serious. "Let's go."

"What? No. I think I wanna go over there and talk to her." he watched her slide her seat back and stand up.

"No, don't. Justice?" he watched her amble towards the table. "Shit. What the fuck is she doing?" he took a seat, holding his head down in embarrassment. This is what he hated about Justice. She was too forward and she didn't care what she did.

"Hi." Stacy looked up from the table to gaze at her. "I'm Justice." she extended her hand out to shake hers but she sat there, giving her an odd look. "Justin's friend." her eyes instantly lit up.

"Oh! I'm sorry." she reached out, shaking her hand. "I thought you were some crazed fan of his. Lately, I've been getting a lot of hate mail from his fans." she explained, watching Justice take a seat in front of her.

"Well you shouldn't feel bad because I'm a fan of your writing. I just loved the way you went into detail about that night. You were very descriptive and you made him look really good." Justin looked up to notice the two women staring at him. "I've known Justin for a very long time and I never thought he could be so...porn star in bed." she giggled softly.

"You may have liked it but everyone else didn't. His fans, I meant. Maybe they're right. I shouldn't have did what I did. It was very cruel of me." she shook her head, disagreeing with her.

"You have to realize, celebrities are put on blast every day. Justin knew what he was getting himself into when he signed up for this. I think the reason why he's taking this out of proportion is because he likes you." she quickly locked eyes with hers with this baffled look on her face. "He's upset because the woman he likes betrayed him. That's the truth, so if he told you anything different then ignore it." Stacy looked away to meet eyes with the handsome guy a few tables away from her.

"I dunno. He's suing me so...I think that's all the proof I need that he hates me." she slid back, standing to her feet. "It was nice meeting you. I'm gonna leave now. Got a few things to take care of."

"All right. Nice meeting you too." she watched her walk off. Justin finally stood up and headed her way with this pissed off look on his face.

"Why did you do that? You know, you can be a real bitch sometimes." he turned, ambling towards his car.

"What's the big deal? I just wanted to talk to her and tell her how good of a writer she is." she sat in on the passengers side, shutting the door afterwards.

"While you're over there complimenting her, I'm the one getting screwed. Did you forget she was the one who wrote about me?" he turned the car on, quickly putting it in reverse and pulling out of the lot.

"Of coarse I didn't. She said nothing but good things about you. How you satisfied her and..."

"Just be quiet, Justice. Please." he continued down the road, looking like he wanted to murder someone. She hadn't seen him this pissed in a long time.

"You wanna know what your problem is? You think everyone is supposed to bow down to your feet and treat you like some prince. Well you know what? You're far from a prince. You're an asshole. An asshole who let the fame get to his head. You should be praising this woman. She made you look like the shit and all you wanna do is cry about it. Stop fucking whining like a little baby."

"I'M NOT WHINING!!" he shouted. She jumped to this sudden outburst because for one, he had never yelled at her before. "I'm fucking sexually frustrated, that's all." she looked away, completely lost with words. "I think I have a problem. My addiction put me in this position. If I wasn't so ready to fuck every pretty woman I see, this wouldn't be happening now. I'm so fucked up...I actually thought about having sex with you. My own best friend." she hesitantly reached out, placing her hand over his. "What am I gonna do?"

"I'm here for you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." he glanced at her, noticing the concern look in her eyes. "I know you may not wanna hear this but...I really think you should drop the case and try to make things work between you and Stacy." he shook his head.

"I can't." he inhaled sharply. "I'd rather shoot my brains out."

"You don't mean that. I think this is gonna take some time to get over. But once you've decided to let it go, you're gonna talk to her." he finally pulled up at a stop light, looking her direction.

"And why are you so sure about that? What if I told you that you're the one I want?" she flashed him an hilarious look.

"I'd say you're on drugs. There's no way you have those type of feelings for me. I'm like a sister to you." she just knew him too well and she knew he was trying to find a way of hopping on another subject.

"I guess you're right." he pulled off when the light turned green. "I really do need to get laid though. I'm dying here. My dick gets hard just by thinking about it." her eyes gazed in on his jeans that revealed a bulge.

"If I were you..." she leaned in towards his ear. "...I would go to Stacy's house." he looked away, his face only inches away from hers.

"And if I were you, I would shut my mouth." she pulled away, chuckling to herself. What a stubborn guy, she thought.

Finally they made it back home and Justin headed straight to his room. "I'm gonna try and get some rest. Wake me if anything exciting happens." Justice spoke while entering her room.

"You may wanna lock your door. There's no telling when the beast will escape." he referred to him. "I don't wanna end up doing something I'll regret." he grabbed a hold to his penis. "If you know what I mean." she stuck her middle finger up.

"Shut up." he entered his room, shutting the door behind him. This whole abstinence thing was really starting to get to him. He had to come up with some type of plan.

Justin stepped up on the porch with his pockets in his hands as he debated on whether to knock on the door or not. He had to be pretty desperate if he was thinking about sleeping with the enemy. As soon as he reached up, he knocked four times on the door. "What am I doing?" he mumbled, quickly hearing the sound of a door being unlocked. He looked up to gaze at Stacy who peered outside to stare at him.

"Justin?" she held a surprised look. "What are you...doing here?"

"Can we save the questions for later?" she backed away as he invited himself in. "You know why I'm here." she watched him shut the door behind him, slowly moving in towards her. He grabbed a hold to her waist and pulled her closer. Immediately her heart begin to pound because she knew what he was up to. And for some reason, she couldn't get herself to stop it. Maybe because she wanted it just as bad as he did. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"What are you doing?" she panted, feeling his hand inch up her skirt between her thighs.

"Don't ask stupid questions like that." he suggested, sucking tenderly on her neck. "You know what I'm doing." he quickly swept her off her feet and carried her further in the living room where he placed her on the sofa.

"Justin..." she watched him slip her underwear off, quickly leaning in for a taste of her. "Oh..." she threw her head back as she felt this wave of pleasure spread throughout her body. "Sweet Jesus." he ravaged her desperately. Oh how much he missed this. And he knew she missed it too. Especially the way her body responded to the way he touched her. He pulled her closer to the edge as he continued giving her all the pleasure she yearned.

He knew this wasn't right but he didn't care anymore. The only thing that mattered was him getting his pleasure. After tasting her sweetness, he quickly unzipped his jeans--removing them. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her with a hard thrust. She yelped out a cry of pain. He was so in desperate need to feel her, that he completely forgot to slip on a condom. He pumped her furiously, hearing her whimper with every thrust. The way his long, hard cock felt inside her drove her up the wall. She never wanted it to end and the same for him.
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Stacy laid on the sofa, tears slowly rolling down her face. Why did she feel so bad all of a sudden? She knew she had no respect for herself and that's why it was so easy for her to be used. She to had to admit, she enjoyed every moment she had with Justin but she had to start setting some ground rules. This was probably one of the reasons why he had no respect for her. Because she had no respect for herself. She had to make some changes and if she wanted to be taken seriously, then that's how things were going to go from now on.

She watched him exit the house, shutting the door behind him. Thank you, was all he said. Why was he thanking her? Is that what she was only worth to him? A fuck toy? A piece of meat? That's exactly how she felt.

Without further thinking, she shot up and rushed towards the door. She yanked the door open and stepped outside where at the time, Justin was unlocking his car door. "Hey!" he looked up to gaze at her. "Is that all?" he watched her amble towards him with traces of eyeliner on her cheek, immediately realizing she had been crying. "How dare you come here for your own pleasure? You have some serious balls, you know that? You show up here with no questions asked. You invite yourself into my home and take what you want. What about me? You don't think I have feelings? I know I fucked up! What I did was very stupid and I apologize. I really do." she begin to shed a few tears. "That doesn't give you the right to treat me this way. I was fired from THE LA TIMES. What more do you want?" she cried faintly.

He leaned against his car, crossing his arms over his chest. "I felt humiliated. And I know I may have deserved it, especially how I behaved towards you." she looked away to gaze at him. "And not just you but all of the other women. All I saw was pussy and I used my fame to get what I wanted. I just didn't think someone would come along and sweep me off my feet." he turned to face her direction. "You were so beautiful and confidence that night. You knew you had me right where you wanted me and I couldn't ignore that." she peered in his eyes. "I think I fell for you that night. I was so afraid of getting on that level with you that I just...did what I was best at. I didn't think I would ever see you again after that any way. So I didn't think anything of it."

"I'm sorry." she cleared the lump in her throat. "I really am and I know you have no intentions on dropping the case. I just want you to know that I am regretful." he scrutinized her features closely, noticing how beautiful she looked even when she cried.

"That's all I wanted to hear. A real apology." he reached out, brushing her cheek delicately. "I gotta go." she watched him yank his door open and sit in the car. "I'll see you around." he slowly pulled out of the drive way and headed out on the road.

A week later

"I really wish everyone would just chill out? Why do everyone make a big deal out of things when it comes to me? It's ridiculous." Justin sat out on his back patio talking on his cell phone. "If this same situation happened to let's say...hmm Nick Lachey, they wouldn't be acting like this." he broke out laughing. "Damn, dude! You don't know who Nick Lachey is? From 98 degrees. The boy band." Justice stepped outside where Justin was located, holding a magazine in her hand.

"Curly?" he continued talking on the phone, ignoring her. He always did when she called him that. "Curly? Jay?" he finally looked up to meet her gaze. "Asshole. I know you heard me."

"Yeah, and you know I hate when you call me that. What do you want?" she fell in his lap, holding up the magazine for him to see. "Damn girl! That hurt."

"Get over it. Lookie." he gazed in on the magazine, recognizing a familiar face on the cover. It was Stacy sitting on a lounge chair with a bikini on. This immediately caught his attention. "Guess what? She's modeling now AND they have an interview in here with HER talking about the article." he quickly snatched the magazine from her. "Well damn!" she slid from off him, brushing her outfit down. "I'm gonna go upstairs and start packing." he didn't respond. Instead, he flipped through the pages until he came across the page with her.

"Damn." he mumbled, scrutinizing the beautiful woman in a black and silver bikini. The only thing his eyes paid attention to was the area between her legs but she did less help to conceal it being that she had her legs partially opened. "Hey, I'm gonna call you back. Yeah." he ended the call, never taking his eyes off the book.

Mike: What made you decide to wake up one day and write about your sexual relations with these celebrities?

Stacy: Well, It wasn't planned. I just decided to write about my first encounter because of the way I was treated. I felt like I was treated like a piece of meat and I know that I did nothing to disprove it. I was in a club and every guy that was in there couldn't stop looking at me. I was hit at by most of the guys there so when this celebrity came up to me...I won't say any names but you guys may have an idea any way since I wrote about it. But any way, this guy approached me and he couldn't keep his hands off me. I felt sort of used so instead of leaving and pretending like nothing happened, I went along with it. I published my first sexual encounter and I a lot of reviews. Ever since then I just couldn't stop. I guess I liked the attention, if you wanna put it that way.

Mike: Okay and your last encounter was Justin Timberlake, correct? Have you slept with any other celebrities since then?

Stacy: No, I haven't.

Mike: Do you feel weird about all of this? Like...

Stacy: I didn't at first but now I do. I really feel like I hurt a lot of people. All because of my need to be seen. I wanted fame and I felt that the only quick way to accomplish that is by selling sex. So that's what I did.

Mike: You were fired from THE LA TIMES, correct?

Stacy: Yes. I think that was the best thing that ever happened to me. If I wasn't fired, I think I would've continued on this route and I wouldn't have saw my mistakes. It took all of this to help me see what mistakes I was making.

Mike: Do you regret anything?

Stacy: Of coarse, of coarse. Every day. I just wanna say that I apologize to everyone I hurt. The families, fans, friends, victims...everyone. I really am sorry.

He looked up from the magazine, in deep thought. He was so confused and he didn't know what to do because for one, he was still a little upset about everything and two, he had feelings for her. He wanted to let go of this and move on but something was holding him back.

A month later

Stacy sat on the sofa watching The Late Night Show with Letterman and Justin Timberlake was a guest on the show. He was discussing the article that she wrote about him. "So you had no idea she was a journalist? Wow."

"No idea."

"Did you happen to read the article?" he could hear women whistling and screaming his name in the audience.

"It took me awhile to but I did, eventually." the women continued screaming and calling him. "Wow, um..." he laughed faintly. "I know every last one of you guys read it." he spoke, pointing at the audience.

"It's amazing how descriptive this woman was. What was her name?" David asked.

"Stacy."

"Are you still suing the company?" he was so hesitant to talk about this whole ordeal because it made him so edgy.

"Last time I checked with my lawyer, he said they were going to settle out of court. That was a few days ago. Um..."

"Did you see this Stacy girl after the incident? How did you go about that?" Stacy sat on the edge of her seat as she waited impatiently for him to answer the question. She was hoping he didn't bash her like all of his fans did. But she knew if he did, she deserved it and there was nothing she could do.

"Um, no. We didn't meet after that." her eyes lit up in shock because for one, she didn't think he would lie "I just went straight to my lawyer." she sat back, still in a daze. She couldn't get herself to believe that he actually lied but why? He hated her so why would he lie? If he wanted revenge, he would do anything to make her look bad. Especially on national television.

Her cell phone woke her out of her thoughts. She quickly grabbed the device from off the table and pressed the talk button, placing it beside her ear. "Hello?" she sat back on the sofa, scooping up a portion of cookie dough ice cream and stuffing it in her mouth.

"Hey, it's me. Justin." she nearly choked off the ice cream going down her throat.

"I'm sorry." she covered her mouth, coughing dramatically.

"Hello? You okay?"

"Um..." she cleared her throat. "Yeah, I just..." she coughed once more. "I'm sorry. Ice cream went down too fast." there was a slight pause. "How did you get my number?"

"I have my connections." for some reason, she was so happy to hear from him that she tried so hard not to sound like it. "What are you doing? Are you busy?"

"No. I was just..." she didn't want to admit that she was watching the late show with him on it. "I was watching a movie." a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Can you come outside?" she immediately gazed at her door in skeptic. Was this some kind of joke he was playing or was he actually outside?

"Are you serious? You're outside?" she stood up, quickly ambling towards the door. "You're not fucking with me, are you?"

"Open the door and see." she unlocked the door and pulled it open. Her eyes scanned the front porch for a sign of him but he was nowhere around. "Take a few more steps outside." he instructed, watching her take baby steps outside on her porch. "Hey." she hastily looked away to gaze at Justin who was sitting on her swing porch with a smirk on his face.

"Jesus..." she held her hand to her chest. "You startled me." she bit her lip, concealing her blushing. "What are you doing here?" she walked over to where he was located.

"I was in the neighborhood. Just came back from taping the late show." she took a seat beside him, his eyes never peeling from off her. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." she smiled, slowly looking away to gaze at him. For some reason, he looked even hotter than before and she didn't know what it was. Maybe it was just her hormones. Whenever she was around him all she felt like doing was jumping his bones. "You don't look too bad yourself." she spoke, watching him reach in his pocket for something.

"I got something for you." he pulled out a folded up sheet of paper and unfolded it. "Here." she hesitantly accepted the paper from him.

"What's this?"

"I dropped the case." she scrutinized the paper carefully, realizing it was information regarding the lawsuit. "I don't know. I guess I did some thinking and..." she looked up to gaze in his eyes, never feeling so happy in her life.

"I don't understand. I thought they settled out of court."

"I lied. They don't need to know what's going on between us. Besides, I think it was meant for this to happen. Everything between us."

"I don't get what you're saying."

"Us meeting at the club. It was meant to be and it also taught me a lesson and made me realize that it was time for me to stop playing around with my life. I gotta start thinking about my future. I'm not getting any younger." she looked away, trying to fight back the tears begging to pour.

"You don't know how much this means to me. Dropping the case and forgiving me." she held her head down, preventing from him seeing the tears in her eyes.

"I think you made me even more popular by writing that article so..." he smiled warmly. "...I gotta thank you for that." a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"Yeah. Any way..." she sniffled inaudibly. "Thank you. I really do appreciate..." she trailed off as she watched him grab her hand, skimming it soothingly with the tip of his thumb. She slowly looked up to meet eyes with his. He sat there, his face inching closer to hers. Seconds later, they were locking lips--kissing passionately. "Mmm we shouldn't." she broke away, licking her lips afterwards. "I don't feel right about this. I know you dropped the case but I still know what I did."

"And so do I but I don't care anymore." he slid closer to her. "I was worrying about the wrong thing. I realize it now and all I SEE is me and you...together." she bit her trembling lip, fighting so hard not to get emotional. She wasn't good at this. What she was used to was something less serious. Something less serious than a relationship. "I'm not asking for a commitment. Maybe we can start off slow by being friends then hopefully we can work our way up to something more than that." she peered in his eyes, realizing how stern he was.

"You really wanna be friends?" a smile slowly formed across his lips.

"Sure. I don't see why not." he carefully watched as a tear rolled down her face. "Come here." he pulled her in a warm hug, skimming her back soothingly. "I didn't know you felt like you were being treated like a piece of meat." she lifted her head to gaze at him. "I read the interview in last months issue."

"Oh." she sat up, brushing her hair from out of her face. "Yeah. I guess I deserved it. If I wasn't wearing the skimpy outfits then maybe I would've had some respect."

"That's true but we men love it when women wear skimpy outfits. It gives us dirty thoughts, if you know what I mean." she rolled her eyes playfully. "Ha-Ha. I dunno, honestly...I think even if you wore less revealing clothes, you would still look beautiful." she met his gaze, her smile slowly fading. "You're just that attractive. You don't need make up or flashy clothes to make you look that way. It comes natural for you." he bit his lip, giving her an intimate look. This begin to make her a little nervous so she broke the eye contact. If she continued looking at him, she knew within seconds, she would be all over him.

"It's getting late. Maybe I should go back inside..." she stood up, unsuspectingly feeling a hand grab her arm.

"Can I stop by tomorrow? Maybe I can treat you for breakfast. Or lunch." he stood to his feet.

"I..." he reached out, brushing her cheek nimbly. This immediately sent chills down her spine because she had never seen him like this. He seemed like a different person. "Okay. I guess we can go to lunch." he smiled instantly.

"Cool. I'll stop by around twelve-ish." she giggled faintly.

"Okay." he leisurely leaned in, placing a kiss on her cheek. She shut her eyes, enjoying all of his compassion.

"Goodnight." she fluttered her eyes open, watching as he turned and headed towards his car.

"Goodnight." she replied, taking a few steps back towards her front door. When she entered the house, she shut the door and leaned up against it. What was this she was feeling? She had never felt this way before. It felt like she was in love.

The following afternoon (12:01pm)

Justin stepped up on the familiar porch and knocked four times on the door. Moments later, the door flew open--revealing an attractive woman. She smiled, quickly stepping outside. "Hey." for some reason, he felt star struck. He didn't remember her looking so beautiful and less sluttish.

"Wow, you...look amazing." she blushed massively.

"Thank you." he couldn't keep his eyes off her and it wasn't like he never saw a beautiful woman before. It was just something about her that drawn him completely to her. "So, where are we going?"

"Um...I wanted to take you to Rocco's Inn a few miles from here." she flashed him an interesting look.

"Why does that sound like a hotel?" he broke out laughing. "Seriously, you're not perhaps taking me to a hotel, are you?"

"Hell no. I mean...not that I wouldn't want to." she slapped him on the arm playfully. "What? I'm just being honest." she followed him towards his car. "Seriously, I am taking you out for lunch okay? Nothing more. Not unless you...ask for more." she sat in on the passengers side.

"You would love that, wouldn't you?" he pulled out of the drive way, not bothering to respond to her answer because he knew the truth and he knew what he wanted.

"No comment. Ha-Ha." she laughed faintly. After driving for thirty minutes, they finally made it to the restaurant. They went in and took a seat at a table near the window.

"This is a really nice place, Justin. Do you always come here?" he intertwined his fingers together, trying so hard not to look at her cleavage. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable.

"Uh, no." he looked away, scratching his forehead in thought. "I don't even remember the last time coming here." she looked around, realizing a few people looking at them.

"Justin, why are people looking at us?" he gazed around the room to notice what she was referring to.

"Did you forget you're with a celebrity?" he bragged. "And you're becoming one yourself. You looked hot in that magazine. Do you still have that bikini you wore?" she grinned at him and he on the other hand held an hilarious look on his face.

"Don't even start that."

"Ahaha seriously..." he cleared his throat, getting her attention. "How long is it going to take for me to get the key to your heart?"

"Excuse me?" she had a confused look on her face.

"Your necklace..." he pointed. She looked down to gaze at her silver necklace with a heart and key attached to it. "Are you trying to throw me a hint?" she bit her lip, keeping her head down to prevent from looking in his eyes. "Like I told you before, you know you have me right where you want me." she finally looked up to peer in his serious eyes. "How long is it gonna take?"

"I don't..." she hesitated, having no idea what to say. "I don't know. I..." she bit her bottom lip in thought. "I'm afraid of getting hurt." he remained quiet, putting all of his focus on her. "Every relationship I've been in was nothing but fighting and arguing. I was cheated on. I've been physically abused."

"Hey." he reached out, grasping her hand in his. "I promise you, you don't have to worry about that with me. I would never lay a hand on you. Ever." there she was, on the verge of shedding tears. She just hated when this came up because she wasn't good with emotions and the relationship topic. She was too used to one night stands--No strings attached. "You know that deep down. I've had many of chances of hitting you. When I came to your office that day..." he reminded. She knew he had a point because that's exactly what she thought he was going to do.

"Hi, there." they both looked away to gaze at the waitress standing next to their table. "I'm Susie. Are you guys ready to order?" she was relieved that the waitress interrupted them because the last thing she wanted to do was talk about a relationship. She knew she really liked him but she was afraid of expressing her feelings for him. She just wanted to keep things simple and the only way to do that is by refusing to talk about it.

Well at least for now.

Two weeks later

"Good morning, Sunshine." Justin spoke, entering the kitchen. "When did you get in?" Justice looked up from her plate of food with this tired look on her face.

"Three this morning. I took the red eye." she covered her mouth, yawning softly. "I made breakfast, if you're hungry."

"No thank you. I'm meeting Stacy at her house. We're going out for breakfast." her head jerked up instantly, this questioning look in her eyes. She watched as he leaned against the counter, drinking out of the carton of orange juice.

"So you guys are seeing each other?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"I wouldn't say that. We're...dating. Nothing serious."

"So you're seeing each other?" he rolled his eyes, finally meeting eye contact with hers. She sat there, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Okay, fine. If that's how you wanna put it. And you wanna know something?" he took a few steps towards her. "We've been dating for a couple of weeks now and guess what? We haven't had sex. Isn't that great?" she held a grin on her face. "What?"

"I am so proud of you." she stood up, ambling towards him. "No sex yet? Wow, you are improving." he laughed faintly. "I'm serious. That's like something very odd in your case. You normally pick up women at clubs and have sex with them." he stuck his middle finger up at her.

"Fuck you." she laughed hysterically. "Any way, I'm gonna head out now." he kissed her on the cheek. "See you later."

"Okay." When he hopped in his car, he headed out on the road. While he was driving, he could hear the voices on the radio having a conversation. "I don't wanna hear this." he reached out to change the station but before he could, he heard his name.

Another girl is coming out with a tell-all about him. How she went back home and had sex with him

"Again?" he bashed his hand on the dashboard. "Son of a bitch." When he made it to Stacy's house, he stepped up on the porch and knocked on the door. He tried so hard not to show how much this was starting to affect him and he didn't understand it. It seemed like no one cared about getting sued nowadays. They were so in desperate need for their 15 minutes of fame, that they did whatever it took.

"Hey." he quickly twirled around to gaze at Stacy who stood in the doorway wearing an Hello Kitty shirt and shorts.

"Oh, hey." he smiled warmly. "Hope I didn't wake you."

"No." she stepped aside, allowing him to enter the house. "I was up since seven doing some laundry."

"Cool." he followed her further inside the house. "You still wanna go out for breakfast or..."

"Sure. It won't take long for me to get ready...if you wanna have a seat." he took a seat on the sofa, his eyes slowly gazing in on the picture on the TV screen. "The remote is on the table. I'll be right back."

"Okay." he watched her head up the stairs, immediately having thoughts of following her. "Don't even think about it." he mumbled, keeping his eyes glued to the TV. As he sat there watching television, he realized that it has been almost two months since he'd went without sex. The last time he had sex was with Stacy a month and a half ago. He just couldn't get himself to believe that he lasted that long.

Before he realized it, she was back downstairs wearing a completely different outfit. "Ready." he looked up from the sofa to stare at her.

"Great." his eyes were glued to her ass that showed perfectly through the dress she wore. If only he had x-ray vision, he thought. "I swear..." he gazed at her from the drivers side. "I feel like you're teasing me unintentionally." she returned a questioning look.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I know it's not your fault for being naturally beautiful." she rolled her eyes mischievously.  "I just feel like I'm being tortured. Every time I'm around you...knowing that I can't touch you in that way. It's killing me." she placed her hands in her lap as he continued down the road. "I think about making love to you."

"Justin..." she finally met his gaze. "I don't wanna talk about this."

"But I do. I mean...I know you're trying to prove to me that you can be a decent woman and I totally respect that one hundred percent. But you have to understand that I have needs and I sure as hell know you do too. If you're worried about me thinking differently about you, then you have nothing to worry about. I like you no matter what. If we can survive a stunt like THE LA TIMES, then I know we can survive anything."

"The reason why I want to take my time, is because I really like you too." he glanced at her. "I don't wanna ruin anything between us. And I know what we had in the beginning was just a one night stand but like you said...I want something more eventually. I wanna be a real girlfriend to you. Not someone you just want to have sex with every time we're together. You understand what I'm saying?" he nodded while chewing on his inner bottom lip.

"Yeah, I do. And I'm on the same page as you, believe me. You want something on a higher level."

"I was thinking, maybe we can have breakfast at my place tomorrow. You know, that way we can be alone." he gazed at her, biting his lip teasingly.

"Really? You're gonna cook breakfast?" she nodded, grabbing a hold to his available hand. "Awesome. I've never had a woman cook breakfast for me. This should be interesting." she laughed faintly.

When they made it to the diner, they entered the building--immediately smelling what may have been bacon or sausages. "Mmm, now I'm really hungry." she inhaled the wonderful aroma.

"I found us a seat." he held her hand, leading her towards a table near the back. "Nice and...somewhat private." she took a seat across from him, intertwining her fingers together. "I think I'm in the mood for some pancakes. I just have a taste for something sweet."

"I think I'll have some too." he looked up from the menu to gaze at her. She sat there, never taking her eyes off him. The way she looked at him, made him want to take her then and now.

"You might wanna stop looking at me like that." he warned with this intimate look on his face. "I'm trying so hard not to think dirty thoughts." she broke out laughing. "I wanna..."

"Excuse me?" they quickly looked away to gaze at an older lady standing next to their table. "Aren't you the witch who wrote that awful story about this young man?" her eyes lit up in shock. "Shame on you. You have a lot of nerve showing your face around here. I hope he sues you for every dime you have!" with that, she doused her with a cup of water she held in her hand. Stacy sat there in a frozen state. She had no idea what had just happened. First she's sitting there talking to Justin, then she's being harassed by a middle aged woman who looked to be in her fifties.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" he spoke heatedly, quickly standing to his feet. "Oh my god. Are you okay?" he helped her out of her seat.

"I can't do this." she brushed pass him, hastily heading towards the exit of the building.

"Shit." he gazed in on the stranger who remained next to his table. "You crazy bitch. You had no right to do that!" everyone in the room watched him as he followed the way Stacy went. Moments later, he ended up on the parking lot. Stacy stood against his car, sobbing faintly. "Hey." he reached out to touch her. "You okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" she snapped. "This is what I have to go through almost every day. Your crazy fans email me, they send me mail about how much they hate me because of what I did. What the fuck am I supposed to do? This is one of the reasons why I don't think we should see each other." she turned, yanking on the car door--realizing it was locked. "Can you take me back home, please?"

"Stacy..."

"Now, Justin." he stood there, watching her cry noiselessly--feeling completely bad. Why did this all feel like it was his fault.

"Fine." he walked over to the drivers side, unlocking the door and sitting in the car. After she sat in, buckling in her seat belt, he pulled out of the lot and headed back out on the road. They spoke no word half way to her house and the last thing he wanted to do was separate like this. "I'm really sorry about what that lady did back there. I can't stress it enough."

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't your fault." she spoke, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I feel like some part of it was because she was a fan of mine." she laughed pathetically. "I just want you to know how bad I feel about this. All I wanted to do was take you out for breakfast and this is what happens." she continued to look out the window, not bothering to respond to what he was saying. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Well, obviously yeah." she answered with attitude.

"So this is how you're gonna treat me? I'm trying to talk to you and you're just sitting there like you don't care."

"I don't wanna talk. There's NOTHING to talk about. It's over and done with so let's just keep it moving." he looked away, shaking his head pathetically. For some reason, he was starting to get upset and all because of the way she was behaving towards him.

"I don't know, Stacy. You wanna continue acting like this diva then go right ahead." Ten minutes later, he pulled up in her drive way and turned off the car. He watched as she stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind her. "Whoa." he hopped out of the car, catching her right before she closed her front door. "You need to calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. You weren't the one who had ice cold water thrown in their face by some creepy ass lady! So don't you dare tell me to calm down."

"There's something you need to realize..." he pushed the door in, taking a few steps towards her. "I will not be treated like this especially over something I did not do. I tried apologizing to you but all you want to do is fight. Are you sure you weren't the one doing the abusing in your relationships?"

"How dare you try to make me look like I'm an abusive, psychotic person? If I was so crazy, I would've kicked that old woman's ass back there!" she shouted. "So fuck you, Justin. You don't know what the hell you're talking about." she walked pass him and ambled towards her staircase. "You can let yourself out." she spoke, heading up the stairs to her room. When she entered the room, she begin removing her clothes on her way towards the bathroom. All she thought about doing was washing herself with hot water after what she had been through. She stepped in the shower and turned on the water. It was only eleven thirty and her day was already going downhill. She stood underneath the water, shutting her eyes as she enjoyed the warm water flowing down her body. This is exactly what she needed. A nice warm shower. When she opened her eyes, she instantly focused in on Justin who was standing in her shower completely naked. She gasped in shock, holding her hand to her chest. "What the hell...what is wrong with you? What are you doing in my shower?"

"I'm not leaving until we make things work."

"The hell you are." she turned, attempting to turn the shower off but he grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him.

"I'm serious, Stacy." her heart skipped a beat when she felt his penis pressing up against her butt. "We need to talk about this. Now you said you wanted things to work. Well the only way to do that is by talking about our problems." she hesitantly turned his direction, peering in his eyes. "Can we talk about it?" she gulped down, quickly looking away.

"There's nothing to ta..."

"Yes there is so don't say that. You're just trying to avoid it." she tried removing his arms from around her waist but he held on tighter, pulling her even closer. "Don't. You're not going anywhere until you agree to talk." she rolled her eyes in agitation.

"Fine. Let's talk." he gazed in her eyes, trying so hard to resist her. And being this close to her--completely naked wasn't helping at all.

"You know I really like you...a lot."

"Okay."

"And I wanna be with you. I really do but you're kinda making that impossible right now. I feel like, all you wanna do is fight. That way, you will have an excuse not to make things work. You're trying to find ways for us to break up so we can't get to know each other. You don't wanna get to know me. Everything was okay when we were just fuck buddies. You don't want nothing more. Do you?" she held her head down as she tried holding back her tears.

"I don't know. I feel like my mind is telling me to make things work but my heart is telling me not to. I just can't let my guard down. I'm so afraid of getting hurt. It scares me and you have no idea..." a soft whimper escaped her lips as she slowly broke down in tears. "I don't wanna hurt you but I also don't wanna get hurt." she cried, shielding her face with her hand. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he wrapped his arms around her as she continued to cry, her head on his chest.

"It's okay. Really." he assured, skimming her back soothingly. "Don't cry." she pulled away, wiping the salty tears from her face. "I swear to you, I will not hurt you like those other guys did. And I know you may have a hard time believing that because of the way I treated you at the club. I was stupid. I was so selfish and all I cared about was having sex with you. That's just who I was. And you made me realize how ignorant I was." he grasped her hands firmly. "Can't you see how hard I'm trying? If I wasn't serious, I wouldn't be here right now trying to fight for you." she sniffled, gradually taking baby steps towards him. "Just give me a chance." she bit her lip, never breaking the eye contact with him. Deep down, she really wanted to give him a chance but she was so hurt from her past experiences with men that it left a permanent scar on her. Justin did seem much different then the other guys. The way he looked at her. The way he held her. The way he made love to her. It was so new to her. And even when they first had sex, it felt like she was the only girl in the world. He took his time and he made sure not only he was fulfilled but so was she. "What are you thinking?"

"Um..." her eyes slowly trailed down his figure, instantly stopping at his manhood. "I'm thinking about how you're gonna take me in the room and make love to me."

"Really?" he moved in closer to her. "Or maybe we can make love here." he leisurely leaned in, pecking her on the lips. She pulled back to gaze in his eyes, her heart rate increasing. Her body wanted this so badly, so why was she so hesitant to continue? "What's wrong?" she brushed a few strains of hair back behind her ear.

"I dunno. I guess I'm a little nervous." he flashed her a surprised look.

"You? Nervous? Wow, that surprises me."

"You telling me." she exhaled heavily. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I never act this way." he grabbed both her hands, pulling her even closer.

"You don't have to be nervous. Trust me." he gradually met lips with hers once more, this time kissing her deeply. She moaned softly, slightly parting her lips--accepting his tongue. "Mmm." she quickly swathed her arms around his neck as he backed her up against the wall. She lifted her leg, brushing it up against him. This was definitely a clue that she wanted it right then and there. "Someone seems a little impatient." he broke away, sucking teasingly on her earlobe. "I love every part of you. You know that?" he spoke in her ear.

"Yeah? And I especially love this." she grabbed his shaft, stroking him gently between her fingers.

"I bet you do." he groaned deeply as she continued stroking him steadily.

"I love big dicks. They turn me on." she spoke dirty, only making him even harder. Without a word spoken, he lifted her a few inches from off the floor and attached her legs to his waist. Moments later, she could feel him burying himself deep within her. She whimpered over and over as he slid in and out of her with steady, hard thrusts. "Fuck." she met lips with his, kissing him intimately. Not being on this level with her in over a month really took a toll on him and he was definitely going to make up for lost time.

An hour later

Stacy ambled towards the bed where Justin was located, wearing only a t-shirt and underwear. "It's two in the afternoon and you're wearing that?" he spoke, watching her climb on bed beside him.

"You have a problem with what I'm wearing?" she asked, climbing on top of him.

"I have no problem with what you're wearing. I just thought it looked like something you sleep with." he sat back, admiring her beautiful features. "You have the perfect body. Do you work out? You have some really tight abs." he gripped her waist, quickly reversing positions. "And a really nice pussy." he groaned, kissing her neck sweetly. "Look at you." he laughed at how quickly she spread her legs. "You just can't get enough, can you?" she pulled him in between her legs.

"Never." he kissed her tenderly, hearing her moan in response. The way her lips felt against his, made him want her even more. They had just finished having sex in the bathroom and now they were at it again. If he allowed it, this is what they would have been doing for the rest of the day.

"You know we have to take a break from this every once in a while." he implied. "I know I'm so irresistible and it's so hard to keep your hands off me." she smacked him on his arm playfully. "Ahaha."

"You're so big headed, you know that?" he reached in between them, massaging the area between her legs. "Mmm." she bit her lip, enjoying all of the pleasure he gave her. He could feel her getting even wetter by the seconds. After taking a moment to caress her, he slid her underwear aside and entered a finger inside her. "Yes." she moaned as he continued fingering her at a fast pace.

"You want more?" she nodded quickly, instantly feeling him enter a second finger inside her. She shut her eyes, feeling nothing but bliss and all she wanted to feel now was his cock.

"I wanna feel you." she lifted her head, locking lips with his.

"You sure you ready for this?" he teased, watching her nod her head YES. He then, pulled his rock shaft from out of his boxers and penetrated her deeply.

"Yesssss." she yelped out.
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12:11am

Justin entered his house, never feeling so tired in his life. He had Stacy to thank for that because she wouldn't let him rest. If he didn't decide to leave, he probably would have been at it again with her. "Well look who decided to come home." he quickly looked up to gaze at Justice who was sitting on the sofa in her pajamas. "Where were you all day? You know I called you but you didn't answer."

"I...I had sort of a rough day." he spoke, taking a seat beside her. "I'm so tired. I don't think I'll be going anywhere tomorrow." she turned to face him, her eyes examining him closely.

"You had sex, didn't you?"

"What?" he looked her direction with this odd look on his face. "Why would you say that?"

"Because I know you and I know that the only reason you would be out alllll day is if you were having fun." he laid back, resting his head on her lap.

"I don't know what you're talking about. All I know is that I'm really tired and I just need to get some sleep. You mind if I lay out here with you?" he asked, slowly shutting his eyes. "I can't walk up those stairs. I might pass out on my way to the room." he over exaggerated.

"Sure, you can lay out here but..." she pushed his head off her lap and stood to her feet. "I won't be here. I'm going upstairs to my room." he sat up, giving her a shocked look because for one--he didn't think she would just push him off her like she did.

"What's wrong with you? Are you upset?" she shook her head as she proceeded up the stairs.

"I'm not upset. Not one bit." she lied. Seconds later, he heard a door slam.

"What the hell!" he shot up and ambled up the stairs where the bedrooms were located. "Justice?" he called, knocking a few times on her door. "Are you okay? Why are you slamming doors around here?" he paused to get a reply but he heard nothing but silence. "Justice?"

"You stood me up." she spoke from the other side of the door. "You asked me to fly down here so I can spend some time with you and you just...stand me up." he groaned, resting his forehead against the door. This was not what he was looking forward to. He was so tired from being with Stacy all day and now he had to come home and try to explain to his best friend WHY he wasn't here with her. It felt like he had two girlfriends who wanted all of his attention.

"You can't be serious." he twisted the knob, realizing it was locked. "Unlock the door."

"No."

"Please. Unlock the door, Justice. I don't wanna talk like this." he waited to see if she would unbolt the door but she didn't. "All right, I guess you don't wanna talk." he sighed heavily. "Listen, I'm really tired and all I wanna do is get some shut eye. I would really rather talk about this before I go to bed but if you don't want to..." he paused, hearing the sound of the door being unlocked. He hesitantly reached out, twisting the knob and pulling the door open. His eyes immediately focused in on Justice who sat on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest and this disappointed look on her face. "Hey." he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. She watched as he kicked his shoes off and climbed on bed beside her. "Um..." he tried finding the words to say because the last thing he wanted to do was fight with her. "I'm sorry if you felt like I stood you up."

"But you did."

"All right, fine. I stood you up and I'm sorry." she looked over her shoulder to stare at him. "You forgive me?" she shook her head, pouting playfully. "Is that a smile?"

"No. I'm not smiling."

"Yes you are." he quickly grabbed a hold to her as he begin to dig his fingers in her sides, tickling her.

"Ha-Ha, okay! Okay! Ahaha!!" she laughed loudly. "I forgive you." he laid back on the bed, pulling her next to him. "I'm sorry for pushing you off me downstairs. And for slamming the door." she rolled over on her side to face him.

"It's okay. I know how you women can be. Just please tell me you're not gonna keep doing this. You know I have a girlfriend now and...I won't be around that often. I promise you, I will try my best to be here whenever you need me to. Just cut me some slack. That's all I'm asking. You know you can have anything you want from me. All you have to do is ask. Okay?" he reached out, brushing her cheek tenderly.

"You've changed. I'll have to admit that. You're so...caring now." she reached up, resting her hand on top of his. "I think I like this Justin better." he smiled, slowly leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

"I'm gonna try and get some sleep." she watched him climb out of bed and head towards the door. "Love you."

"Love you too. Goodnight."

"Night." he replied, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

The next day (10:12am)

Justin knocked a few times on Justice's bedroom door, waiting patiently for a response. "Come in!!!" he pulled the door open, peering in the room to gaze at her.

"Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I was leaving now. I will be back in a few hours. By that time, I hope you figured out what you wanna do." she sat on her bed, holding a teddy bear to her chest.

"Okay. Have fun." he smiled, winking at her.

"I will." he shut the door and headed down the stairs. On his way outside, his phone went off. "Damn." he pulled the phone out of his pocket, gazing at the screen to focus in on a familiar name. He quickly pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear. "Morning, beautiful."

"Good morning, big daddy." a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Damn, you know just the right things to say." he pulled the car door open and sat in, shutting the door afterwards.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news." his smile instantly faded. "I have to fly out this afternoon." he completely felt down.

"Really? What happened?" he sat back in his seat.

"Well, my agent just called me and he just informed that I have a photo shoot tomorrow in Miami, Florida. It was some last minute thing so I didn't know." she explained.

"Damn, that sucks. I was really looking forward to having breakfast with you at home..." she giggled softly.

"I know and I promise I'll make it up to you. I shouldn't be gone long. Maybe two days at the most." he bit his lip in thought.

"Okay, well..." he stepped out of his car. "Let me know when you get back. I'm gonna miss you." she laughed in response.

"I'm gonna miss you too, big daddy." he always felt this tingly feeling in his bones whenever she said that. Not because of what she said but the WAY she said it. "I'll call you when I'm there."

"Okay. Talk to you then. Bye." he ended the call, slowly looking up to gaze at his house. This was not what he was expecting but it looked like he was going to be spending his day with Justice. "This should be fun." he entered the house and headed up the stairs. When he made it to the room, he reached out and pulled Justice's bedroom door open. To his surprise, she was laying in bed with her legs sprawled open and it looked to be like she was masturbating. "Oh my god." she fluttered her eyes open, quickly gazing in on him.

"Shit." she immediately covered herself with the sheets.

"I'm so sorry." he shut the door, still in a daze. He couldn't believe he just walked in on her pleasuring herself. Moments later, she pulled her door open--gazing in on Justin who was leaned up against the staircase railing. He lifted his head to stare at her. She stood there, concealing herself with a robe. "I'm sorry. I didn't...mean to barge in like that. I..."

"I thought you left." he stood up straight with his hands in his pockets.

"I did but Stacy had to cancel. She's flying out this afternoon for a photo shoot." she stood there, not having no idea what to say because she felt embarrassed. "Listen, it's okay. Don't make this a big deal." he ambled towards her. "Everybody masturbates. I..." he pointed to himself. "...masturbate. It's normal so don't act weird around me. Please."

"Um..." she met eyes with his. "I feel so embarrassed."

"Don't." he reached out, skimming her arms soothingly. "It's okay. Any way...get dressed. We're going out."

"Now? Well where are we going?" she entered her room, quickly searching for an outfit.

"I dunno. You choose the place. I'll be waiting for you downstairs." he headed back downstairs.
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"I haven't been on a ride in a longgg time." Justice stepped out of the car, gazing up at the carnival rides in awe. "Amazing. Come on." she rushed towards the entrance where a line was located.

"Damn, Justice. You see how long that line is? There's no way I'm standing..." she wrapped her arms around his.

"Just shut up and stop complaining. You promised we would have a good time so...we're gonna do just that." he looked away, scrutinizing their surroundings. There were a lot of kids running around, screaming and laughing. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. And he also noticed their were a lot of couples there.

"Shit. I hope no one thinks we're an item. I don't need anymore publicity on me."

"What's wrong with people thinking that?" he gawked her direction, locking eyes with hers. "It's not like I'm ugly."

"That's not the point. I have a girlfriend and when they see me and you walking around, holding each other...they're gonna think I'm being my normal...play boy self." he sighed heavily. "That's just not me anymore, if you get what I'm saying." she rolled her eyes while releasing him.

"Fine." he watched her step out of line and walk over to the ticket booth.

"Justice, what are you doing?" he watched her closely as she spoke to the guy sitting in the booth while pointing at him. "Jesus, what the hell is she doing now?" he mumbled. She smiled excitedly, gesturing him over. "Fuck." he hesitantly ambled towards her who at the time was chatting away with the ticket guy. "What are you doing?"

"This sweet guy agreed to let us pass everyone IF you pay a certain price." she hinted. He stood there, lowering his eyes at her. He could not believe she attempted something like this.

"This is so wrong. I can't agree to something like this."

"But Justin...all you have to do is pay a little more and we can get in now. We don't have to wait in that long line." she pointed.

"Why do you always do this? Every time we go somewhere, you come up with some scheme to get us to be treated special. Just because I'm famous doesn't mean I'm supposed to have special treatment." she rolled her eyes in frustration. "Sometimes I don't even know whether you're really my friend or just using me." her mouth hung open as she stood there, never feeling so offended in her life.

"I can not believe you just said that. I'm using you? How the hell? We've been friends since kindergarten! Why would you even say something like that?" he grabbed his wallet from out of his pocket and pulled out a couple hundred dollars.

"Can we just have our tickets please? I can't stand here any longer while you continue embarrassing me with this...phony act." the ticket guy grabbed the money from him and handed them both an all day pass. "Thank you." he brushed pass her and headed towards the entrance.

"Ju-Ju." she called, quickly following behind him. She knew what she was doing. She only called him that when she knew she was in the wrong. "Slow down, will ya!" she grabbed a hold to his arm as she tried keeping up with his pace. "So, what ride do you wanna get on first? she asked, pretending as if nothing happened.

"I hate when you do that." he mumbled, quickly scanning their surroundings. His eyes slowly focused on a ride called, THE DEATH TOWER. It looked very interesting and a bit scary. For some reason, he wanted to teach her a lesson for the stunt she pulled back there at the gate and he was having a good feeling about this ride. He wanted to get her on a ride that was very stomach turning and this looked like the perfect one. "I think I found a ride." he grabbed her hand, pulling her along.

"THE DEATH TOWER?" she gazed at it, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Her stomach was a bit weak when it came to wild rides so she was very hesitant about this one. "I dunno. You sure we should..."

"Oh I'm sure." he wrapped his arm around her, keeping her in place. No telling her--she might try and sneak off. "Aren't you so excited?" he flashed his teeth at her. "This should be fun."

"Justin..." he held up his all day pass for the person in charge to see. "I don't think I wanna..."

"Come on. Don't chicken out now." he lead her towards one of the seats. "You wanted to have fun so here we are." he took a seat, pulling her down beside him. "Have fun."

Ten minutes had passed and THE DEATH TOWER ride was finally finished. Justice couldn't wait to get off of it. Her hair was pointed in all different directions and her stomach was doing flips. If she didn't get off that ride soon, she would have puked everywhere. When the bar to the seat lifted, she quickly jumped up and rushed towards the exit, covering her mouth. Justin remained seated with this grin on his face. He knew what he did was a little cruel but she had to learn a lesson. And that was not to take his fame for granted.

He finally stood up and made his way towards the exit. When he exited the ride area, his eyes immediately focused in on Justice who was hovering over a garbage can, puking her guts out. "Shit." he looked away, feeling completely bad for how he behaved. At first it seemed like a good idea but now he was regretting it. She covered her mouth, crying faintly. "Justice..." he ambled towards her. "Hey, you okay?" of coarse she wasn't. He always asked the most obvious questions when he already knew the answer to them.

"I feel horrible." she sniffled. "My head hurts from screaming so much. And I feel like..." she quickly hovered over the garbage can, puking once more.

"Maybe we should leave."

"No." she shook her head. "Not after you paid all of that money for getting us in here." he was instantly reminded of why he did this to her, feeling even more worse than before.

"This was all my fault." she slowly looked up to gaze at him. "I knew you had a weak stomach and I...made you get on this ride. I'm sorry." she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Maybe I deserved it."

"I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say. I intentionally made you get on the ride." she flashed him a questioning look. "I thought I would teach you a lesson for making us skip all those people. And I know it was horrible for thinking something like that and I'm sure you probably will never forgive me..." he unsuspectingly felt a hand fly across his cheek.

"How could you do something like this to me? Is this how you treat people you 'supposedly' care about? You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" she pushed him violently. "I wanna go home. I can't be around some ass wipe right now." she spat out, quickly heading towards the exit of the amusement park.

"Dammit. Justice?" he followed behind her. "Justice, wait!" he reached out to grab her, stopping her in her tracks.

"You wanna know a secret?" she leisurely turned to face him, tears streaming down her face. "I've had this...mad crush on you since we were in fifth grade." he had no idea what to say because this came as a surprise to him. "It started after we kissed during spin-the-bottle." she laughed pathetically. "I don't know why but...it never went away. The feelings that I have for you." she finally met his gaze. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm telling you this. Well..." she cleared her throat. "I think my feelings got stronger after reading that article Stacy wrote about you. About how you made her feel like she was in heaven." her eyes slowly watered up with tears. "How you made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. I used to feel that way, you know." she sniffled profoundly, finding it hard to form one simple word. "You used to make me feel like that before you became this...big pop star. Now I'm just Justice, your childhood friend." she begin to cry once more.

"I...I didn't know. Why haven't you told me this?"

"Would it have made a difference? I'm like a sister to you, remember? You never looked at me that way. And I don't blame you. I'm not sexy! I'm nothing like Stacy. She's beautiful!" she sniffled uncontrollably. "Oh god. I...I'm...sorry."

"Justice..." he wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly. "How can you say those things about you? You're beautiful whether you want to believe it or not. You hear me?" he pulled away to gaze in her watery eyes. "You're beautiful and I love you. With all my heart. No woman can ever replace you. I may have girlfriends...maybe even one that I might fall in love with but they can never take your spot. I'm always gonna be here for you. Through the good and bad times. I can't really say that for some woman I may end up with. We can break up and go our separate ways but you and I...what we have is on a different level." he wiped the tears from under her eyes. "You should know that. You shouldn't be standing here crying and feeling like this loser. What happened to the Justice who walked around with her head up in stride?" she chuckled softly. "What is wrong with you women? You can be the most beautiful woman in the world and you still think you're ugly."

Three hours had passed and they finally decided to head back home. "Ahaha, that was so much fun." Justice laughed profoundly. "I wish we could do that more often." he gawked to the side to gaze at her. She sat there, her smile never fading. He didn't remember seeing her so happy in a long time.

"You're so beautiful. I just don't see how you can think any different." she looked his direction, her smile slowly fading.

"How come you've never...tried anything with me?" he looked away, putting his focus back on the road. "We've slept in the same bed many of times. You even saw me naked before." she laid her head back against the head rest. "It just amazes me sometimes."

"I don't know. Maybe I have too much respect for you. I think the reason why I've never came onto you is because I like what we have. Why would you wanna complicate things between us? If we were to get together, things would never be the same. I can be myself with you and if I started dating you...things would change. I will have to start watching what I say to you. There would be jealous issues. All that girlfriend, boyfriend BS."

"I understand what you're saying. I like what we have now and I wouldn't want to jeopardize that." she paused, taking in all the silence around them. "I was just curious, that's all."

"Hmm." he bit his lip, hesitant to say what was on his mind. "You make it sound like you wanted me to try something." she looked away, biting her lip to conceal her blushing. "I take that as a yes."

"I'm sorry, I just..." she shrugged her shoulders. "I've had thoughts about it." he pulled up at a red light, slowly looking away to stare at her. She kept her head out the window, watching the cars drive by.

"This conversation between us is not going to effect our friendship, is it?"

"I hope not." she met eyes with his. "A girl can dream, right?" he sat there, burning a hole into her. They both sat there, gazing into one another's eyes--never breaking a smile. "Would it be wrong of me to kiss you right now?" he bit his lip, scrutinizing her carefully.

"I really wish you told me this before I started seeing someone." her face slowly inched closer to his. "I'm trying so hard to be this good guy. You know, this ONE woman man but it's so hard..." she placed her finger over his lips, hushing him.

"That's because you're trying to be someone you're not. I know you really like Stacy but at the end of the day, you're still a man who has needs." she was THIS close to kissing him before they were interrupted by a car horn. He quickly looked away to realize the light had changed.

"Shit." he pulled off, chuckling to himself. "You're really trying to get me in trouble, aren't you?" she giggled softly, never taking her eyes off him.

"Why would I do that? I'm a good girl, remember?" he looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah. A good girl who likes to masturbate. Ahaha." she sat there with this astounded look on her face and he couldn't help but laugh at her facial expression. It was so hilarious to him.

"You jerk!" she sat back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're so lucky I love you, otherwise you would've been getting beat down."

"Ha-Ha. I love you too, big head." twenty minutes later, he pulled up in his driveway and turned off the car. "I'm exhausted." he sat back in his seat, exhaling heavily. "All I wanna do is knock out but I can't." he looked away to gaze at her. "I still have a few more hours to spend with you." she removed her seat belt, sitting up afterwards.

"I'm not that cruel. You can get some rest if you want." his eyes lit up instantly.

"Really? You're such a sweetheart." he removed his seat belt and stepped out of the car. "I probably will only sleep for an hour. It's too early to call it a night." she followed him inside the house, shutting the door behind her. "I'll see you in a few, all right?" he held her hand, stopping her in her tracks. "I'm glad we had that talk." she smiled warmly.

"Me too." he released her hand and proceeded up the stairs. When he entered his room, he removed his shoes and climbed in bed. "Yes." he moaned, covering himself with the blanket.
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Justin fluttered his eyes open, automatically gazing in on the digital clock that sat on his bedside dresser. 6:34pm. "Damn." he rolled over on his other side, his eyes immediately focusing in on Justice who laid beside him sleeping silently. This startled him a bit because he wasn't expecting to see her laying next to him. He laid there, watching her closely as she slept peacefully. He lifted his arm, brushing her cheek delicately. She moaned softly, slowly opening her eyes to stare at him. "Hey." a smile gradually formed across her lips.

"Hey." he slid closer to her.

"What are you doing in here?" she bit her lip in thought.

"I don't know. I guess I wanted to take a nap with you. I didn't feel like sleeping by myself." she rolled over on her back to stare up at the ceiling.

"How long have I been out?" he asked, sitting up and resting his back against the headboard.

"Probably an hour and a half." he rubbed his tired eyes soothingly. "You look exhausted. You want me to leave so you can get more sleep?"

"No." he looked away, locking eyes with hers. "Stay. Maybe we can just...talk or something." he assured, hearing his cell phone go off. "Damn, I really don't feel like answering that." he reached for his jeans that were laying on the floor next to the bed. When he found the device, he pressed the TALK button--resting it against his ear. "Hey." he glanced back at Justice who had her gaze on him. "Um, where are you? Did you make it there yet?" he stepped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. "Oh...okay. Well I just got up. Justice and I went out to the theme park for a few hours. You're about to get off the plane now? Okay, well call me when you get to your hotel. Okay, ahaha." he made smooching sounds at her. "Talk to you in a few. Bye." he sat the phone on the counter, slowly lifting his head to gaze at Justice through the mirror. Her back was against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. "You okay?" he turned to face her.

"I don't know." she moved in closer to him. "I feel so lost." she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. "Do you love her?"

"Um..." he really had no idea what to say. "I don't know. I...I think I'm head over heels for her. If that's what you mean."

"Yeah, I wouldn't blame you for feeling that way." she lifted her head to gaze at him. "She is hot." she spoke with a chuckle.

"Is there something you wanna tell me? I just feel like you're keeping something from me." she released him, taking a few steps back. "You know you can talk to me about anything. We've known each other for a very long time so I know when something's bothering you."

"I'm...I'm scared." she fiddled with her fingers nervously.

"About what?" she didn't want to talk about what was itching her so she decided not to answer the question. Instead, she departed the bathroom and made her way towards the bedroom door.

"It's nothing. I'm gonna go to my room."

"Justice...not this again." he followed her out of the room and down the hallway. "Girl..." he grabbed her before she made it to her room. "...stop playing games with me. What's been going on with you? You're so dramatic lately and you've just been...acting like a bitch. Sorry to say it, but it's the truth. You seem very clingy too."

"I just feel like being around you, that's all."

"And?" he persuaded her to continue. "Tell me the whole truth."

"I haven't been completely honest with you." she stepped back from him, exhaling greatly. This was very difficult for her to confess because she had a bad feeling that their friendship was going to go downhill once he found out the truth.

"Spill it out, already." he spoke impatiently.

"I've been trying to find ways of getting you to sleep with me..." she paused, watching his facial expression change from normal to uncertainty. "...because I'm pregnant." this dismayed look was plastered on his face. He was so confused and dumbfounded because for one, he had no clue what she was trying to say and two, he just found out she was with child.

"How far along are you?"

"Two months." she could feel herself getting emotional once again. "That's the reason why I was afraid of getting on that ride earlier." it all made since now. She threw up because she was pregnant and not because of the ride. "But that's not the only thing I needed tell you. I...I love you so much. I want you to know that." her eyes were now filled with tears.

"Well I do. Now tell me what's going on?"

"No matter what happens, you will still love me?" for some reason, he was starting to question that himself. If she was having a hard time telling him, then it really had to be bad.

"You're scaring me now. I...wanna know what's going on but at the same time, I'm kind of hesitant to find out. I promised you I will always be here for you. So, I will try as hard as I can to keep my word." she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. This was really going to be the hardest thing she ever did. Confessing to her best friend that she tried setting him up.

Justin sat on the foot of his bed, feeling completely misplaced. Justice just confessed that she tried lowering him into bed so she could pin the pregnancy on him. "I don't understand how you can do something like this."

"I was afraid of having this baby by myself. I'm not in a financial situation to and..."

"So you try to set me up and make it look like I was the one who got you pregnant?" he gritted his teeth angrily. "I was this close to falling for it."

"You hate me now?"

"I don't know. I mean...of coarse not. I just don't know what to say." he sighed deeply. "Why didn't you just come to me and ask for help? Are you that prideful? You know I would've helped you if you just came to me." he was so upset, he couldn't even look at her because he didn't want to do something he would regret. "Can you give me some space? I need to be alone while I sort this out."

"Sure." she exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Fuck!" he slammed his back against the bed. Why did his life have to be so complicated? The only woman he thought he could trust tried to run a game on him. If he couldn't put his trust in his best friend, then who could he trust? He was starting to feel like he was alone and had no one to turn to.

After laying in bed for an hour thinking about what he was going to do, he decided to take a visit to Justice's room. He stood at the bedroom door, waiting for a response after knocking a couple of times. "You can come in!" he yanked the door open and took a step in the room, instantly freezing when he noticed she had a suitcase on the bed. "I'm leaving back for Tenn."

"That's what I came to talk to you about." he entered the room, ambling towards her. "I want you to move in with me." she quickly looked up to stare at him. "I understand why you tried to do what you did. You panicked. You didn't know who to turn to and you thought of the stupidest idea. Which I have no clue why. All you had to do was ask for help, that's all. It's going to take some time to get over this but I won't let you leave knowing that you have no one to help you." she took a seat on the bed. "I'll help you financially. But you have to try and deal with your own responsibility. I mean---Jesus, Justice! You've never heard of protection? Condoms! Do you even know who this guy is?"

"Yeah. Someone who wants nothing to do with this baby." he shook his head in pity.

"I thought you were smarter than this. I can't believe you let some idiot knock you up."

"Don't judge me, okay? I'm no different than you! Or your girlfriend." she spoke heatedly. "I'm not perfect. I made a mistake and I wish I can turn back the hands of time so I can prevent this. Better yet, I know how you can help me. Let me borrow some money so I can get an abortion." he flashed her a foolish look.

"You're so naive, you know that? You always try to find the easiest ways of getting yourself out of things. You made your bed, now lie in it. You're having this baby." he spoke with a stern look on his face. "Maybe this will teach you not to fuck around." for some reason, he seemed very cold hearted but she couldn't blame him. This was all her fault. "I had to learn the hard way. And Stacy helped me. If it wasn't for her, I would still be out there screwing every hot ass chick because I can't keep my dick in my pants. I would've probably ended up getting the wrong person pregnant! Someone who I despised and had no love for. So you're right in a way. I'm no different than you. Well was." he corrected. "And I'm not saying that I've completely changed. I too need a lot of time to fully grow up and I'm going to spend that time helping you. Because I love you and I don't wanna see you end up in a shitty place. I could never forgive myself if something like that happened." she sat there, tears rolling down her face. "All I'm asking is for you to stay here for awhile. Just until you've gotten your act together. You can stay here as long as you need to, okay?" she nodded meekly.

"Okay." he grabbed her hands, pulling her from off the bed. "I'm sorry." she spoke in a hoarse whisper. "I don't know what I was thinking when I tried to..." her bottom lip trembled emotionally. "I'm such a horrible person."

"Who am I to judge you? We're both young and stupid. We've both made bad mistakes and hopefully, they've improved us and helped us to make the right decisions in the future." she sniffled, never breaking eye contact with him.

"You're so understanding. I just knew you were gonna kick me out and say that you never wanted to see me again."

"Never." he attached his arms to her waist. "Not unless hell freezes over. Ha-Ha." she laughed faintly. His eyes slowly gazed in on her lips as he could slowly feel himself getting turned on. Why did he have to be like this? Whenever he was this close to a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but think about sex. But this wasn't just any ole' beautiful woman. This was his best friend. PREGNANT best friend so he couldn't cross the line by having sex with her. For one, he had a girlfriend that he really liked and didn't want to hurt and secondly, he didn't want to complicate things between him and Justice. Why did his life have to be so problematic? He knew he was trying to make a different person out of himself, so turning around and having sex with another woman WHILE he was with someone else was not going to help. "Maybe I should go try and...find something for dinner." he released her, making his way towards the bedroom door.

"I love you." he froze, leisurely looking over his shoulder to stare at her. "I really do and I just wanted you to know that." he bit his lip, trying so hard not to walk up to her and show her how much he loved her.

"I know you do. And I hope it stays that way." he turned, proceeding out the room.

Three days later

After the mellow moment Justin had with Justice a couple days ago, they vowed to continue with their lives and pretend like none of it happened. He was on his way to pick up Stacy from the airport. She was finally finished with business down in Miami and now she was coming home. And he couldn't WAIT to see her. When he made it to the airport, he removed his shades on his way inside. "Where is she?" he mumbled, gazing around the room for the beautiful woman.

"I was ecstatic. I hopped on the plane so fast. Ahaha." Stacy spoke on her cell phone while rolling her suitcases down the hall towards the lobby area. "I'm so ready to hop in my bed and take a lonnggg nap." she accidentally dropped her phone, watching it debacle into two pieces. "Oh my god." she knelt down, grabbing the two pieces from off the floor. "Oh, thank God. The battery came out."

"Need any help?" she looked up to peer in the familiar pair of eyes.

"Justin!" she dropped her things, quickly hopping on him.

"Ahaha, wow. You really missed me, haven't you?" she had her arms and legs attached to him like a little child.

"I missed you so much and I know it's only been three days but..." she leaned in, meeting lips with his. "It felt like forever." he groaned between her lips, missing her badly as well.

"We better get out of here." he noticed a few people watching them. "I bet these people are wondering what the hell we're doing. Ha-Ha." he grabbed her luggage and headed towards the exit.

"I've never been to Miami before. It was so beautiful. The beach that we were at for the photo shoot..." she spoke, following him outside towards his car. "...was amazing. There were so many people there and it was so hot! I especially loved the hotel we were at. It was called the Delano and the room I had was like an...apartment." he sat her things in the trunk and opened the passengers door for her. "Thank you." she sat in, shutting the door afterwards. "It was just very beautiful."

"It couldn't have been as beautiful as you." he flirted. She leaned in, locking lips with his. "Mmm, you have no idea how bad I've missed you. I've never missed a woman like this in my life." he pulled away and conveyed the car to life.

"Does that mean you're going to take me home and make inconceivable love to me?"

"Wow, I like that. Inconceivable." she giggled softly. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. "I'm trying hard not to take you right now."

"Oh!" she just remembered something. "I was watching TV in my room one night and I saw this blond chick on their talking about some book she was coming out with. It was about you and three other guys she slept with. I think her name was Daisy or something like that. Some flower name."

"Oh, yeah." his mood completely changed. "I...I think I remember her." she looked his way, noticing how quickly the tone in his voice switched up. "I actually slept with her on many occasions. She was one of my favorites." she could slowly feel herself getting jealous. "And she gave the best blow job...damn. I could kill for another one of those." immediately, she knew he was being funny. "You know what? Maybe I should come out with a tell-all book about how I gave these women multiple orgasms. How I...played with the kitty kat while they laid there screaming and begging me for more." she looked away, feeling herself getting turned on. He knew what he was doing and he knew he was doing it well.

"You're so evil. I hope you know that." he laughed hysterically. "Just wait till we get home. I'm gonna give you the best B-J you've ever had. And you can write about that."

"Ooh don't talk like that. You're gonna make me stop this car in traffic..." she broke out laughing.
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Justin shut his eyes, groaning deeply as Stacy played with his throbbing cock. "You like that, don't you? When I suck it like this?" she slid his shaft in and out of her mouth while stroking him firmly between her hand.

"Oh..." he bit his lip in pleasure.

"Want me to stop?" she teased, watching his eyes flutter open.

"Are you nuts?" he rested his hand on the back of her head as she continued sucking him like a lollypop. "Oh...shit." the faster she stroked him, the faster he was on the verge of cumming. "Not too fast."

"Aw, what's wrong baby? You can't handle it? Hmm?" she continued to suck on the head of his penis where he felt the most pleasure. "Oh yes." she could feel him pulsating intensely and this was a sign that he was about to spill his seed.

"Shit. I'm about to cum." she stimulated him even more rapidly, seconds later watching a white substance shoot out of his penis. "Jesus." he panted heavily as she continually massaged him until there was nothing left. "Wow." she hovered over him, gradually locking lips with his. "Mmm, now that was the best blow job I've ever had. Ha-Ha." she smiled massively, resting her head on his chest.

"Your heart is beating fast."

"Of coarse it is." he slid his hand in her shorts, fondling her round ass. "I just love this ass of yours. It's not too big or too small. It's just perfect." he spoke in her ear.

"And you know what I love about you?" she asked, lifting her head to gaze in his eyes.

"My dick?" a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"Yes. That and...the way you make me feel." he scrutinized her face closely, realizing how serious she became. "I've become so attached to you and I didn't know what it was at first but...now I've come to realize that it's because of how you treat me. I know we haven't been together for a long time but I feel like we've known each other for years now. I really wanna start getting serious. Don't worry, I'm not talking about marriage or anything like that." she ran her fingers through his hair. "I...I think I'm ready to give you the key to my heart." she spoke, finally meeting eyes with his.

"Really? I mean..." he cleared his throat. "You sure you're ready to put your guard down and let me in?" she smiled sweetly.

"Yes. I wanna start feeling more deeper feelings like...being in love and stuff like that. Only if you're ready for that." she leaned in, kissing him on the lips.

"I'm willing to work on that. And I know we've never been in love before so this will be something new for the both of us. But we have to be upfront and honest with each other. Otherwise, we won't make it." she nodded timidly.

"Okay." he met lips with hers, quickly reversing positions. That way, he'd be on top of her. She watched as he kissed down her tummy, towards the area between her legs. Her heart begin to pound erratically as he removed her shorts, tossing them aside. She just loved when he'd do this because it had to been the best feeling in the world. "Ohh..." she moaned, feeling his warm tongue sweep over her clitoris. "Mmm." he slid her further towards the edge, sucking and licking her desperately. "Shit." her chest heaved in and out of excitement. The way he groomed her and licked her sent her over the edge. "Justin...oh fuck!" she reached out, grasping the sheets firmly between her fingers. If he continued at this pace, she knew she would be exploding in any moment.

An hour later

Justin slipped on his last sneaker and stood up, turning to face Stacy who remained sprawled out on the bed. "Why don't you stop by my place tomorrow. I was taking Justice out for a few items and I was thinking maybe you can join us." she smiled in return.

"I would love that."

"Cool." he ambled towards her bedside. "I'll come pick you up around ten. We can stop and get breakfast on our way to the mall." he leaned in, kissing her on the forehead. "Get some sleep."

"I will. I heart you." he laughed faintly, returning an odd look.

"What does that mean?" he asked, kneeling beside her.

"It means exactly that. I heart you." she pointed to him.

"Okay, when you say that...I'm thinking of the word love." she bit her lip with this interesting look on her face. "Is that what you're trying to say? You love me?"

"Well..." she sat up, folding her legs Indian style. "I don't know. I just know that I really like, LIKE you." he laughed hysterically.

"You're so adorable. I think I understand where you're coming from. You love me. You're just afraid to say that and I totally understand." he pecked her on the lips. "I heart you too." she watched him stand up and head towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"All right." he stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

When he made it home, he quickly ambled towards the kitchen in need for a drink. For some reason, he felt extremely dehydrated and he had a feeling why. After the work out he did with Stacy, he didn't drink anything. He grabbed a bottle water and opened it, gulping it down. "Ahhh." he sighed, taking a moment to enjoy the cold water going down his throat. "That hit the spot."

"Hey." he looked up to gaze at Justice who entered the kitchen with a plate in her hand. "I made Lasagna if you're hungry."

"Great! I'm starving."

"Have a seat. I'll make you a plate." he looked over his shoulder to gaze at her who was preparing a plate for him at the time. "Here." she handed it to him. "Oh!" he watched her hand him a fork from out of the drawer.

"Thank you." he took a seat at the table and begin demolishing the food. "Mmm, this is really good." she watched as he chewed down on the food as if he didn't eat in days. "This was really what I needed. I haven't had a home cooked meal like this in awhile. Thank you."

"Anytime. You thirsty?" he nodded, his eyes following her towards the refrigerator. She sat an empty glass in front of him and poured a portion of fruit punch in it.

"Thank you." he grabbed the glass, taking a few sips of it. His eyes continued watching her as she pranced around the kitchen wearing a very revealing outfit. Why did it feel like she was intentionally trying to turn him on? Cooking him dinner and treating him like he was her husband who just came back home from a long day of work. What was she going to do next? Prepare a nice warm bubble bath for him?

"So, how's Stacy?" he quickly peeled his eyes from off her butt before she noticed him looking in that area. "You did pick her up from the airport, right?"

"Uh, yeah." he answered, taking the last bite out of his food. "She's doing great, actually. She just confessed how much she hearts me. Ahaha."

"What?" she asked, returning this baffled look.

"Um..." he finally looked up to meet eyes with hers, realizing how quick her posture changed. "She said she...hearts me. I guess its another way of saying how much she loves me. She's just afraid of saying that word." he explained.

"I know what that means. I just..." she rested her hand on her hip. "Don't you think it's a little impossible for her to be saying something like that? You guys have only been together for what? Three months now."

"Well yeah, but...you can't really put a length of time on the love word. Did you know that my parents fell in love the moment they met each other. It's just this feeling you get in your bones when you've met this specific person. A feeling you've never felt before. Haven't you ever felt that?" she rolled her eyes, finally meeting eyes with his.

"Yes. I have." he peered deeply in her eyes, having a good feeling who she was referring to.

"And why do I feel like you're talking about me?" she turned around, facing the sink area. "Justice..." he stood up, ambling towards her. "I thought we agreed not to talk about this."

"I know and..." she rubbed her forehead, feeling completely frustrated. "I'm not talking about it. I was just asking how sure can you be."

"As sure as I'm standing here with you." she felt a hand graze her cheek.

"I really like Stacy...a lot. And if you love me like you say you do, you'll try and help me be a better man by not making me do something I would regret. You know how much you mean to me and I think you're using that to taking advantage of the situation. I wanna be here for you and the baby so please don't make things difficult. I just wish we can go back to the way we were when we...pretended like we had no deep feelings for each other."

"Okay, okay." she turned to face him. He took a step back so he wouldn't be so close to her. "I hope you enjoyed dinner. It took me two hours to make."

"I did. I really enjoyed it." she turned, immediately feeling a hand grasp her arm. "You gonna be okay?" she nodded, fighting back the tears begging to escape.

"Of coarse." he released her, watching her head out of the kitchen.

"We're leaving at ten tomorrow. I have to pick up Stacy on our way to the restaurant." she departed the kitchen, not bothering to reply. He then knew that she was a little upset but he wasn't going to chase her and try explaining to her because he knew it would be worthless. No matter what, she was going to feel the way that she did. And he was hoping it didn't get out of hand.

Justin sat in the car outside of Stacy's house with Justice as they waited on her to exit the house. "We don't do anything alone anymore. Ever since you hooked up with her." Justice mentioned from the back seat. "And why are we even shopping for baby stuff any way? I'm not even in my second trimester."

"It's better to shop early and besides that, what do you mean we don't do anything together anymore? We went to the carnival a few days ago, remember? Or did you forget that?"

"Oh trust me, I can never forget. It's the day I humiliated myself by confessing my feelings towards you." he rolled his eyes agitatedly.

"Can we not talk about this now? Please. I just wanna try and have a good day today." he looked away to gaze at Stacy who finally departed the house. "There she is." he quickly stepped out of the car and approached her. "Hey." Justice watched as the two hugged and kissed each other, feeling completely jealous. "How are you feeling? Got some rest?" he asked, leading her towards the car.

"Plenty." he held the door open for her, closing it after she sat in. He then hopped in on the drivers side and turned the car on. "Hi." Stacy greeted while looking back at Justice. "Nice to see you again. Justice, right?" she nodded with a phony smile.

"That's me." they pulled out of the drive way and proceeded down the road.

"How far along are you? I think it's so amazing that you're having a baby. That's like the most beautiful thing in the world." she struck up another conversation.

"Really?" Justin asked while glancing at her. "You didn't really...strike me as the type of person who wants to have babies."

"Oh yeah. I've always wanted a baby. Just at the right time."

"He gazed in on Justice from the rear view mirror, realizing how quiet she became. "You okay back there?"

"Yeah." she answered, never taking her eyes off the road.

"I've heard a lot about you." Stacy implied. "You're really lucky to have someone like Justin. He's crazy over you. He always tells me you're like the sister he never had." she laughed pathetically.

"That's what he tells you? I'm like the SISTER he's never had?" he had a feeling things were going to get heated up with the way she was behaving so he had to come up with an idea to prevent it.

"I wanna listen to some music." he reached out, turning on the CD player in his car.

You're bringing on the heartbreak...

Def Leppard's, Bringing on the heartbreak played throughout the car.

Bringing on the heartache, yeahhh

"I love this song." Stacy spoke up. "I didn't know you listened to Def Leppard."

"Well I didn't know you listened to Def Leppard either." a grin slowly formed across her lips.

"I'm starting to realize how compatible we are." Justice sat back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh boy." she sighed heavily.

When they made it to the restaurant, they entered the building and took a seat in the back. "I think I'm gonna have the omelet." Justin spoke while looking through the menu. "What are you having?" he asked Stacy who sat beside him.

"I have no idea what I want. Maybe something sweet."

"Why not have me?" he flirted, biting his lip in a sexy way. "I'm just as sweet." Justice sat across from them, shaking her head pathetically. She was really starting to get annoyed at how they flirted with each other and just pretended as if she wasn't there.

"Why don't you guys get a room." they both gazed her direction, realizing how irritated she looked. "I'm gonna go use the restroom." she stood up and ambled towards the available restrooms.

"Is she always like that?" he shook his head, scratching his irritant chin.

"I think she's having those...early mood swings. You know what you women get when you're pregnant." he knew deep down why she was behaving that way but he refused to let Stacy know.

"How long have you guys known each other?"

"Um..." he bit his lip in thought. "Since we were in kindergarten, I believe." her eyes lit up surprisingly.

"Really? Wow! And you guys never thought about hooking up? I mean, she is pretty cute." he laughed faintly.

"I dunno. I guess I just didn't want to...disrespect her. You know how I am. Well WAS." he corrected. "I love her and if I...tried something like that, things probably would have turned out bad for us. I think our relationship is great now and that's how I wanna keep it." she nodded understandingly.

"Okay. You really do sound like you really care about her." he looked away to meet eyes with hers.

"I really care about you too." she smiled warmly.

"You do?" he nodded, slowly leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

"Very much so." Justice departed the restrooms and headed back towards her table when something interesting on the television caught her attention. It was the cover of a book with a catchy title. 'My Hot Nights with JT'

"JT?" she mumbled, freezing in the middle of the walk way. The cover of the book faded, revealing a picture of a blond woman.

Stacy Blu inspired me to write this book. When she came out with that article, I just knew I had to write a book. We slept with each other on many occasions and I have every time we've met that night in my book. It's on stands tomorrow so pick a copy up! You won't regret it.

Justice proceeded towards the table where the two love birds remained. "They're coming out with that book tomorrow. You know, the one you're in." she mentioned, taking her seat across from them.

"What book?" he asked curiously.

"My Hot Nights with JT." she answered simply. "That book." he continued giving her a confused look, having no idea what she was referring to. "You didn't think it was gonna stop with her, did you?" she referred to Stacy. "Some other dumb girl is coming out with a tell-all book about how you slept with her MANY nights. I didn't get her name, though. I just know she's blond and...dumb."

"Oh! That's the girl I was telling you about. The one I saw on the TV when I was in Miami." Stacy replied.

"Oh...you mean Daisy. Yeah..." he spoke, hiding his true feelings. The truth, was that he was really frustrated about the whole thing. He now knew that he was going to be seen as this man whore, like Tiger Woods for instance. The only difference, he was single and not married. "I guess everyone is trying to get their 15 minutes of fame."

"I guess, but you can't blame them. You are hot and single...with a big dick so..." he flashed his eyes at Justice. For one, he couldn't believe she blurted something out like that.

"Justice..." he began.

"How would you know if he has a big dick?" Stacy asked curiously.

"You described it in your article, remember?" now he knew she was purposely trying to start a commotion between the two and she was doing a good job. He could feel the anger slowly rising in him and all he wanted to do was pull her aside and tell her how he felt.

"You know that wasn't called for. That was really out of line." he spoke, burning a hole into her. She sat back while gazing in his heated eyes, knowing that she had gotten under his skin and that was her whole plan. To piss him off.

"Sorry. You act like I wrote the article. I'm just going by what I read, that's all." he looked away, shaking his head pathetically. He decided to ignore her because he knew how she was. She was the type of person that was outspoken and if anything bothered her, she wouldn't hesitate to say something.

"This is what I have to go through." he spoke to Stacy. "Any way..." he exhaled heavily, gazing around for a waiter or waitress. "Where the hell is everyone? I swear we've been sitting here for fifteen minutes and no one came by our table yet."

"Maybe they're just busy." Stacy assured.

"Do you want me to go get someone?" Justice asked, attempting to stand to her feet.

"No!" he stopped her. "No, it's okay." she sat back down, watching him stand up. "I'll go get someone." they both watched him walk off towards the front area. Justice finally looked away to gaze at Stacy who had her eyes on her.

"You have a thing for him, don't you?" she broke the silence between them.

"What?" she flashed her an absurd look. "That's nonsense." she chuckled softly.

"It's okay. I'm pretty sure I have an idea why you're crushing on him. Let me ask you this..." she met eyes with hers. "You didn't start feeling strong feelings for him until I came in the picture, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." she denied.

"Ahaha." she thought the situation was hilarious because she could read her. It was all over her face. "He likes you too." she mentioned. "He just doesn't wanna take things further because he's afraid of hurting you." she peered in her eyes, feeling completely lost. "He told me that."

"Really?" she nodded timidly.

"Yeah. So you understand now? You mean everything to him and he doesn't wanna do anything to change that. You have to understand that he's a celebrity and women chase him every day. Justin is a guy who loves women...like most guys but it's very hard to resist them. You guys have a special bond and...I know I can't compete with that. Don't get me wrong, I really like him. A lot and unlike you, I'm prepared for the consequences. I won't be surprised if he cheated on me. Maybe even with you."

"All right..." they quickly looked up to gaze at Justin who headed their way. "Two of their waitresses called in so they're short staffed. The manager will be here in a minute to take our orders." he took a seat next to Stacy.

"Great. I'm starting to get really hungry." she implied, glancing at Justice who kept quiet with her head down. "So, Justice..." she looked up to gaze at her. "Are you excited about the baby?" a smile slowly formed across her lips.

"Yes. I mean..." she quickly glanced at Justin who had his eyes on her. He sat there with a calm look on his face. "At first I wasn't because my ex-boyfriend wants nothing to do with the baby but...I've gotten over it and I've realized that life will continue to go on and all I can do is just do the best that I can."

"She's moving in with me so I'll be here to help her." Justin added in.

"How sweet of you. You're really one of a kind." he smiled in return. "You're lucky to have him. Whatever you do, don't ruin what you guys have. It's really hard to find someone who will stick by through all the bullshit. Believe me, I know." he looked at her, realizing how sad she became. "I've been in and out of relationships with guys and whenever I seem to mention the word COMMITMENT, they always run away." he reached out, placing his hand over hers.

"You don't have to worry about that when you're with me." he assured, placing a kiss on her cheek. "I will never run away from you. I heart you. Remember that." she chuckled softly.

"I heart you too." she slowly leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his lips. Justice sat there, scrutinizing them closely--realizing that she was being a fool. If she really loved Justin and she wanted him to be happy, she would stop interfering with what they had.

"You guys look so good together." she spoke up, immediately getting their attention. "I would be a fool to try and destroy your happiness." she peered in the familiar pair of eyes. "I'm really happy that you're happy. I truly am." he smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, sweetie." he replied, skimming the top of her hand soothingly.
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Stacy entered her house, followed by Justin. "I really enjoyed myself today. Justice is really a sweet girl. Head over heels for you but...I really can't blame her for that." she sat her sweater on the rack hanging on the wall.

"I don't know what's gotten into her. I love her and I don't wanna hurt her. I just..." she leaned against the staircase, watching him closely. "I dunno." he looked up to peer in her eyes.

"It'll take time but eventually she'll get over it. She has more important things to deal with now and that's making sure her baby has everything that she or he needs." he stood there, quiet as can be. "You look a little frustrated. Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah." he answered, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm just trying to get used to the fact that my best friend that I've known all my life is about to have a baby. That's a really big deal, you know? And I know it's not gonna be easy. She's gonna be raising this child alone. Well, with a little bit of my help but...you know what I mean." she stood up, leisurely approaching him. "I wanna be there every step of the way."

"I know you do." she attached her arms to his waist. "Just try to do the best that you can. She needs all the support she can get." he finally peered in her hazel, brown eyes.

"You mentioned back at the diner that you wanted kids." she smiled sweetly.

"Yeah, eventually." she released him, making her way towards the sofa in the living room. "I just haven't been having any luck with men. All men see when they look at me is a pair of tits and a nice ass."

"But can you blame them?" she looked up from the sofa to stare at him. "You're drop dead gorgeous. I mean, everything about you seems to be so perfect. The way your body curves. How you walk and carry yourself. It amazes me that you're still single and not married." she broke out laughing. "What? I'm serious."

"I've been too busy writing about sleeping with celebrities. Who would want to marry someone like that?" he knelt down in front of her.

"You're not that person anymore." he parted her legs, positioning himself between them. "You're becoming someone different. And so am I. If it wasn't for you, I probably would still be the womanizer picking up women at clubs." he spoke with a laugh. "And I know, it's gonna take some time to perfect being with one woman but I'm willing to make a better person out of myself with your help, of coarse. All I'm asking for is your support and I would be glad to return the favor."

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." she moved in, kissing him on the lips. "I'm really sorry for exploiting you like that."

"At least you said some good things about me. I can applaud you for that."

"I only tell it how it is." she leaned back as he climbed on top of her.

"Before we got on this subject, I was asking you about your interest in having a baby." he paused, kissing her neck sweetly. "If things work out for us, would you want to work on that?" she searched his face for some sort of sign that he was joking but he hadn't cracked a smile.

"I don't know, Justin. I mean...are you sure I'm the woman you want to have a child with?" he grazed her cheek diligently with the tip of his thumb.

"I'm saying future wise. Whenever we're both ready." she bit her lip, concealing her blushing.

"I would love to." she tried not showing how excited she was because he was the first guy whoever spoke about having a baby with her. So she knew that was a good sign. "You think we will surpass all of this drama heading our way because I know we have a lot of...future fights and a shit load of stuff to deal with." he intertwined his fingers with hers, slowly locking lips with hers.

"Mmm hmm. We will." he ran his hand up her thigh, never parting lips with hers. "We have to be willing to." he broke away, never wanting her so badly. "You wanna do something?" she bit her lip teasingly, knowing exactly what he meant. She lifted her head, locking lips with his once more.

"Mmm, does that answer your question?" he used one hand to unzip his jeans, quickly kicking them off. She lifted his shirt up, helping him discard it from his body. They once again met lips, kissing passionately. She slightly parted her lips, accepting his tongue. "I want you so bad." she slid her hand in his boxers, groping him firmly between her hand.

"You have no idea." he shut his eyes, enjoying the touch of her hand stroking him steadily. "Oh, that feels good." he reached in between them, quickly sliding her underwear aside and entering two fingers inside her. She moaned softly against his ear, only turning him on even more. "Like that?" she nodded, immediately releasing a soft whimper the moment she felt him rub her g-spot. His thumb caressed her clit as he continued fingering her.

"Oh my god." she whimpered, panting heavily. "Shit, mmm." this had to been the best feeling in the world.

"Cum for me, baby."  he groaned in her ear, sliding his fingers over the area vigorously.

"Oh..." she grabbed a hold to the sofa as she felt herself letting go. "Oh...fuckkkk!!!" she shrieked, feeling this warm explosion throughout her body. He leaned in, kissing her once more as he continued caressing her dripping, wet pussy. "Oh god." she moaned between his lips.

"Want me to stop?" he teased, his cock hard as a rock now.

"Fuck no. God no." he pulled his fingers from out of her and entered them in his mouth. She watched desperately as he licked her juices off of them.

"Mmm." she brushed her lips against his, sucking tenderly on his bottom lip. "You still have those condoms upstairs?"

"Yeah." she slid from underneath him. "Be right back." he rolled over on his back, pinning his hands behind his head for support. Moments later, she came jogging back down the stairs and in the living room. "Look at that." her eyes were glued to his penis that was poking out of his boxers.

"You ready to climb up on his pole? Ha-Ha." she bit her lip, so anxious to feel him.

"I've never been so ready." she handed him the condom, watching as he quickly ripped open the wrapping. After he slid the condom on, she climbed on top of him--slowly guiding his entry. "Mmm." she moaned while moving on top of him.

"Come here." she leaned in, once again meeting lips with his.

The following day

Justin stepped outside to grab his newspaper that sat on his lawn. On his way towards the item, his eyes focused in on his neighbor who was watering her grass once again. He noticed the revealing outfit she wore. It was a see through t-shirt and very short SHORTS, showing practically her ass. He had to admit, she looked pretty attractive for a forty year old. And she hardly even looked her age.

He grabbed the paper from off the grass and unfolded it, immediately gazing at a familiar face on the front cover. MY NIGHTS WITH JT, was the title this time and just as he suspected, it was Daisy--the woman he had many one night stands with. "Yoo hoo!!" Brooked waved, getting his attention. "Hey, neighbor. I gotta tell you something."

"Just great." he mumbled, forcing a smile on his face the closer she had gotten. "Good morning."

"Morning, handsome." she was such a flirt. "Guess who's making headlines today?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Did you really sleep with her?" she asked, never taking her eyes off his boxers.

"With who?" he noticed her reactions towards him. Her eyes were literally glued to his boxers. "Hello! Earth to Brooke." he waved his hand in her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry." she finally peeled her eyes from off the area to gaze in his. "I was sort of lost there."

"You telling me." she bit her lip interestingly, hesitating to ask what was on her mind.

"Is everything in that book true? You know, about your huge size and how you made her cum so many times?" he rolled his eyes, shaking his head pathetically. "I'm just curious because..."

"Well that's just how it's gonna stay. You can continue stressing yourself about whether it's true or not because I refuse to stand here with you and discuss this." he spoke agitatedly.

"Hey." he quickly looked over his shoulder to gaze at Justice who was standing in the door way. "Everything okay?" Brooke flashed her an interesting look.

"Wow. Is this one of the many girls you've been sleeping with?" she asked curiously.

"Brooke..." he began, grabbing a hold to her arm and pulling her further away. "You're really becoming quite a pain in the neck. Now I've been trying to ignore it for awhile but you're making it very difficult to. I have too much shit going on right now and I don't need anymore problems to deal with. Can you please try to understand that?" she held an innocent look on her face

"All right, fine." he smiled sweetly.

"Thank you." she watched him head back towards his front door.

"Who was that?" Justice asked curiously.

"One of those...nosy neighbors." he answered while entering the house and shutting the door behind him.

"Um, I need a favor." he tossed the newspaper on the coffee table. "I need to borrow one of your cars." he quickly looked at her with this questioning look on his face.

"For what?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for a reply.

"I...I need to go somewhere." she answered with her head down, in a nervous way. "I agreed to meet my boyfriend at the airport. He's coming into town." his eyebrows raised in bewilderment. Boyfriend? She never told him she had a boyfriend.

"Since when did you have a boyfriend? And why are you just now telling me this?" from the look on his face, she could tell he was either jealous or just plain upset. And she had no idea why.

"I did tell you. He's the guy who impregnated me. We broke up and now we're getting back together." she explained, watching his mood change drastically. He leaned against the sofa with the most serious look on his face and he said no word. That's when she knew he was upset. "Are you gonna let me borrow the car?"

"It never seizes to fail." he finally looked up to lock eyes with hers. "It amazes me how stupid you can be." she returned an offensive look.

"I beg your pardon?" he shook his head.

"Never mind. You can take the Benz." he stood up, making his way towards the stairs. "The key is hanging on the wall next to the door. Enjoy." she stood there, confused as can be because she had no idea why he was giving her this attitude. Just earlier that morning, they were laughing and talking up a storm and now--it was like he was a completely a different person. He just went bipolar on her ass.
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"She's not thinking straight. This guy broke up with her after he found out she was pregnant and now he shows up without a warning and she's the first person he calls to come pick up at the airport. I swear, she's so stupid sometimes." Justin spoke angrily while sitting on the sofa in the living room with his friend Rick.

"I don't get it. Is he trying to make it work?" he asked.

"I doubt it! From what she told me, they hadn't spoken in MONTHS! Now he's calling out of the blue to ask her to come pick him up at the airport. She said they were trying to work things out but I don't believe it."

"I dunno. Maybe they are trying to make it work. I mean, does he know people here? 'Cause I don't see why he would be flying out here unless he was visiting someone." he shrugged his shoulders, slowly taking a sip of his beer.

"I really have no idea. Honestly, I've never even met the guy so..." he kept his eyes on the flat screen hanging on the wall.

"How's that hot girlfriend of yours?" he broke the silence between them. "That girl is...woo! She can write about me any day. Ha-Ha." a smirk slowly formed across his lips.

"She's doing quite good, actually. Um..." a light chuckle escaped his lips. "There's something I gotta tell you."

"Spill it. Are you gonna talk about how good she is in bed?" he broke out laughing.

"What? Come on, man. I'm not gonna talk about her performance in bed." he sat up, removing his feet from off the table. "I was gonna say that Justice confessed that she likes me. Likes me." he flashed him a surprised look. "Yeah, that's how I felt. I mean..."

"You're telling me you have two women liking you. Women that you care about?" he nodded.

"Yeah and it sucks. It really does because I find myself really liking Stacy and wanting to be with only her but here I am--living with my best friend, might I add is gorgeous as well and I have to fight my feelings for her. This is all new to me. I'm not used to being with one woman." he chewed on his bottom lip in deep thought. "She does these things that--damn I wish I can just...ahaha." he shook his head pathetically. "It's so hard."

"I know exactly what you mean. It's like having two women, right? One at home and one when you're out. Ha-Ha."

"Sorta, I guess. She's amazing, though. She's the only woman that's ever been there for me. But I'm so into Stacy. I can't ruin anything between us."

"I don't blame ya'. She is hot." he quickly looked up to gaze at his front door that slowly crept open.

"I think Justice is back." he watched her enter the house, followed by a guy.

"...so it's all I know." she spoke, immediately freezing when she noticed Justin sitting on the sofa with a guy. "Uh, hey. You're home?"

"Shouldn't I be?" he stood up, eying the stranger down as if he was an alien. "Who's he?"

"Oh...um, this is Michael. He's the guy I was telling you about. Michael, this is Justin...my best friend." she introduced.

"'Sup?" Michael spoke while reaching his hand out to shake his.

"Uh..." he looked away, meeting eyes with Justice. "Can we talk in private?" she watched him amble towards the back sliding door that led out where the indoor pool was located.

"You mind waiting here? I'll be right back." she followed behind Justin who was standing on the other side of the door, waiting for her. When she stepped in the pool area, she slid the door shut and followed him further towards the other side of the pool where they wouldn't be seen. "What's going on?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you." he took a seat on one of the pool chairs. "What is he doing here? What's going on between you two? I thought he wanted nothing to do with you?"

"Well..." she took a seat on the chair next to his. "I guess he had a change of heart."

"Douche bag." he spat out coldly. "I hate men like him. They give us all a bad name. So what now? Are you gonna go back with him?" he asked, putting his focus on her. "If you're thinking about it then I suggest you at least stay here for a while longer just to make sure he's not gonna ditch you again. You don't want any surprises." she reached out, placing her hand on top of his.

"I appreciate your concern. I really do and..."

"If you truly mean that, then stay. Don't go back with him." he ran his fingers through his hair. "Look, I know I'm not in any position to be making decisions for you but you have to understand where I'm coming from. I love you and I don't wanna see you get hurt." she peered deeply in his eyes, realizing how serious he became. "Please stay. For me."

"But why? I mean, you're too busy to deal with me anyway. You have a girlfriend now and you're trying to change your life and make something better for yourself. Don't stress yourself over me. I will be fine. I promise and besides...I never agreed to go back with him. He's in town for a few days so I only agreed that I'd show him around, that's all. Oh and that he could probably sleep over." she spoke, quickly breaking eye contact with him.

"You agreed to what?"

"I..." she stood up, instantly feeling a hand grab her.

"Justice, I know you didn't agree to let him sleep over. In my house?" she didn't bother responding. Instead, she kept her head down to prevent from looking in his eyes because it only made her nervous. "That's not happening. No way."

"But, Justin..."

"No." his attitude switched up once again. "There are plenty of hotels around. Have him book a room because he's not sleeping in my house. No way, no how. Not over my dead body."

"Really?" she took a step closer to him. "Then I guess I will be joining him." she turned, making her way towards the sliding door.

"Justice, wait." she froze, leisurely turning to face him. "Why are you doing this to me? It's like you have me wrapped around your finger. You know I would do anything for you and you're just taking it for granted." he never felt so upset in his life because he had to do something that he didn't want to do in order to please her. "Fine. He can sleep over but you guys are not sleeping in the same room."

"Wh...but..." his facial expression never changed. "That's not fair. You know we're together but you still want us to sleep in separate bedrooms?"

"Yep." he spoke simply. She stomped her foot in a child like manner.

"I hate you for this. You're so mean and controlling. You think you're my dad or something."

"Somebody's gotta be responsible for you and that person has to be me." he slid the door open and entered the house. On his way towards the living room, his eyes zoomed in on a familiar woman sitting next to Rick smiling and talking. "Stacy?" she hastily looked up to gaze at him, a smile immediately forming on her face.

"Hey, baby!" he glanced at Rick who was smiling from ear to ear.

"What are you doing here? I thought you wanted me to meet you at your place?" he leaned in, pecking her on the lips.

"Had a change of plans. I just felt like getting out for a bit." he grasped both her hands, helping her up. "We are going upstairs. You don't mind letting yourself out? Um, Michael...Justice will show you to your room. I'll be upstairs if you need me." he led Stacy up the stairs and to his room.

"You are gonna hate me for this but...I was just too curious." she pulled out a book from out of her purse. "I bought the book." he gazed at the cover, recognizing the face on it.

"Oh my god. Stacy!" he sat on the bed, slamming his back against it. "I can't believe you bought the book. What was the point of that?" she took a seat beside him.

"I started to read it at home and I gotta tell ya'...this girl is good." she flipped open the book to a certain page. "In chapter four, she says that you guys did it on the kitchen table. The kitchen table." she repeated, never taking her eyes off the book. "Our third encounter was nothing like before." she read. "He placed me on top of the table, rear end out and slid a finger in my..."

"Stop it right there." her mouth hung open in disbelief.

"You fingered her ass?" he exhaled greatly.

"Stacy, please."

"I can't believe it. You've never done that to me." he flashed her an hilarious look.

"First of all, I didn't think you were interested in anal sex and secondly, she asked me to." she looked back in the book, reading from where she left out. "Stacy, stop reading that."

"He ran his hand over my dripping pussy as he continued penetrating me from behind. The feeling was remarkable." he covered his face with his palm, shaking his head pathetically as he listened to her read. "After having hardcore sex on the table, we finished on the kitchen floor." she paused, scanning the paragraph closely. "He played with my sore pussy with his tongue...wow. This is really good. It's starting to make me horny." she fanned herself. "You've done some things to her that you've never even done with me."

"Baby, I know you're not getting jealous. What me and Daisy had was squat. It was just a couple of good lays, that's all. And you have to remember, she was an ex porn star so..." she gasped faintly.

"Really? Now that would explain why she does anal so well. And that deep throat thing she mentions..."

"It's no big deal whether you deep throat or not. It all feels the same." he assured. "Can you just put that book down for a moment? Is this why you came here? To recite something that I already know the beginning and ending to? Please." he grabbed the book from her and tossed it on the floor.

"Justin?! I paid fifty bucks for that book!"

"Wait a minute. You what? Ahaha!" he laughed hysterically. "Why would you pay money for something like that? If you wanted to know how I fucked her, all you had to do was ask." she laid back as he climbed on top of her. "Daisy was nothing special. She was just one of the MANY girls I picked up at the club and took home to have some fun with." he leaned in, locking lips with hers.

"Yeah." she pulled back to gaze in his eyes. "And I was one of the many girls. What makes me so special?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you made me want to change into a better person. I'm only with you because I really want to be with you. I haven't slept with any other woman since we've been together. And that's wonderful in my case. So that's what makes you special. You made me realize what a fool I was being and all them other girls didn't."

"Why does it sound like you're trying to tell me something?" he met lips with hers, kissing her ever so gently.

"Maybe because I am." he broke away, licking his lips afterwards.

"You think what we have is real?" he gazed deeply in her hazel eyes, admiring her beautiful features. "I'm so afraid that I'm gonna find out that you slept with another woman. And I've been trying to hide it and pretend like I don't care what you do but I've realized that...that's not really who I am. I love you and I just realized that today. After I read chapter one of that book. I got so jealous and I've never gotten that worked up over a man before. I just knew that was a sign that I have deep feelings for you." she bit her trembling lip as she could feel the tears building up in her system. "Daisy made me realize that. I was so upset that she shared that moment with you. I was..." she looked away, holding back the sobs ready to escape her lips. "I actually felt like kicking her ass. Ha-Ha." she sniffled profoundly.

"Hey." he wiped underneath her teary eyes. "I'm really shocked. I didn't think you felt that way about me and I'm really glad you told me." he locked lips with hers once more. "I love you too. And I mean that." she smiled warmly. "I know Daisy won't be the last woman to come out with a book about how I rocked her world. Ahaha." she broke out laughing. "Seriously, I just want you to be prepared for that. I want you to understand that it was just sex and that what we have is something totally different than that. It may have started off like that but now it's become more serious. If you understand what I mean." she nodded meekly.

"Yeah." she sniffled once more. "I do."

"Good. Now that that's out of the way, maybe we can start working on a book of our own." he sucked teasingly on her earlobe. "About how Justin made preposterous love to Stacy." she giggled softly. "What do you say?" she ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying all of his compassion.

"I would love that." she breathed between his lips.

The End

By Shona 2011
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