"Extra Extra.... Arabella Kinsey was photographed running out of her rehearsal dinner and into the arms of Justin Timberlake. Looks like they got the fairytale ending. Did Arabella give up the future that had a plan for a four year relationship with Justin Timberlake? Don't say we didn't try and warn you."

Why I choose to watch these programs is beyond me. I never knew they existed before and now I seem to catch them on the television without even looking for them. They never have anything nice to say. Ever. No one can just be happy. If they only knew what my life has been really like. I would give up everything my parents has in stone for me, to spend four amazing years with Justin. They had no clue what it was like being raised a Kinsey.

"Turn that off." Justin said as he yawned. "It's all bullshit."

"They have no idea...-"

He cuts me off. "They only thing those shows are good for is promotion, when they say my name it attaches to everything I do. Other than that it's all crap. Ninety percent of that show is made up bullshit." He was frustrated but he was taking it out on me.

I clicked off the television and began to climb out of bed. Not saying a word to him. I guess I slept on his side of the bed. He pulls me back onto the bed pulling me against him as close as he could. "Let's start this all over... Good morning beautiful." He starts to kiss down the side of my neck, brushing the hair off my shoulders, kissing ever so slightly.

"Good Afternoon..." I corrected him.

"Shit." He snaps up, grabbing his blackberry off the side table and looks at it. "It is afternoon. I can't believe we slept in that long. I have to be down at the venue at three."

"Well on my behalf, I don't think I slept the whole time. I think someone continued to keep me awake most of the night..."

He rolls on top of me, looking directly down into my eyes, "I remember very clearly you begging me not to stop."

A smirk rolls across my face, "He was kinda a genius. He made me want more."

He leans down and kisses me gently, moving from my lips down my neck again resting his head on my chest.  "Is this what it feels like?" he asks.

I looked confused, "What is supposed to feel like this?"

"Complete bliss." He said breathlessly.

"I believe so." I wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight. "I want this feeling to last forever."

"We can make it last forever..."

Laying there I knew there was something I had to ask, I couldn't just let it go. "What is the deal with this four year relationship thing?" I asked quietly. "Why does everyone refer to that?"

"How do you know about that?" he asked confused.

"I googled you."

He rolled off on me onto his back, covering his face from embarrassment. "Please tell me you didn't."

I stood on the bed on my knees, "Oh yes I did... and now I'm like an obsessed stalker freak!"  I began bowing to him, waving my hands in circular motions. "Oh mighty greatness... I bow down to thee."

He pulled me down on top of him. "I'll give you greatness..." He grips my arms above him, pulling me inch by inch closer to him. Kissing me before releasing his grip on my arms and sitting up on the bed. "The media seems to think I have a four year cap on relationships. Which when you look at the past relationship I have had they were all around four years when they ended. But it's not like I say, whelp it's been four years, ya gotta go now." He laughs, "I'm in relationships for the long haul and when I know that it's over and it's just over."

"That makes sense. Sorry that I asked, it was in every article I read..."

"Promise me one thing." He cut in.

I'll admit I was a little scared. "Sure."

"Stay off of Google or any other search engine and stay away from tabloids. If there is something going on in my world, I will tell you."

"I promise."

                With lots to do on the day ahead of me we finally rise out of the bed and shower. Getting ready with a still very horny man in the room was interesting. What normally would take me twenty minutes took me nearly an hour. He kept touching me and kissing me, totally throwing off my routine. I wasn't complaining but we were both going to be late.

 "What's on your agenda today since you're not getting married?" he asked leaning in the doorway of the bathroom.

Gosh, he is gorgeous... I was thinking about what he looked like standing in the doorway and not paying attention to what he was saying. Then it registers what he said. "Hmm I was thinking of spending it dwelling over the life I could have had with him..."

"Well... I can take you over to the church if you would like to. I'm sure things could be rearranged pretty quickly."

‘Funny. You are a funny one Lake." I laugh at him looking up at the mirror, seeing him stand behind me.

"Seriously, what are you doing today?" he asks as he wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my shoulder.

"I have a meeting at four with my design team."

"You went to the meeting?" his eyes lit up, he steps back and is all jumpy like I just told him he won the lottery.

"I did. And we start on the line today." I continued to finish my eyeliner, making sure it was perfect.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

I spun around, "Yes. You would think I would be more nervous with walking into an exam room with a pole through a body would be more nerve-wracking but I have never been more nervous than I am right now."

"Pole? Seriously? Damn... well don't be nervous... You are amazing."

I loved hearing that from him. I loved hearing someone that cared about me, telling me that. "I have to keep repeating those words in my head today because I am walking in that room as the inexperienced one."

"You obviously haven't seen any of your sketches because they are ingenious if you ask me. I would love for my woman to be walking in front of me wearing them. They are sexy but yet still sophisticated. A woman can be a woman in your shoes..."

"Ok Lake... enough. That's a lot of pressure."

"Just go in that meeting like you own the place... be confident but mostly stand firm on your ideas. Don't let someone tell you it isn't going to work unless they can prove it to you. There are always going to be people that think they know what's right when they don't even attempt to show you why it won't work."

"You have done this a time or to?" I asked, looking into the deep blue eyes.

"I have done this a couple times..."

I felt a little overwhelmed when walked into a conference room full of people that are glaring at me from every angle. I had to take control and be confident. But I had to start with breathing.

Once I began to speak I realized that I had control and I could do this everything was fine. Explaining to people what I wanted to see from this line and trying to express my love for shoes wasn't so difficult. I had always had that passion for shoes.

There were a select few that contradicted everything I had to say. One being a petite platinum blonde, Holli, she was dressed to the nine in everything with a label. Always throwing out labels and making sure everyone around her was aware she knew the label and owned something by them. "Arabella, it is Ara-bella correct?" I nodded my head at her as she continued to talk. "Could you please tell me how you were from practicing medicine to designing shoes? That seems like they are completely different spectrums of jobs."

"Well Holli, I guess sometimes no matter what you choose to study sometimes your passion out ways everything in life. In my family, you are supposed to be a doctor. That's what people do with their lives in my family. I went to med school, I graduated top of my class, I did everything I was supposed to do. But at the end of the day I wasn't happy. I chose to follow a passion I had and that passion happens to be shoes.

"Oh..." she said annoyed.

I knew she was irritated by be being in the room and I knew that this was the start of her bitchiness so I couldn't hold my thoughts in my brain anymore. "I'm sorry is there a problem?"

She glares at me, "Yes. Actually there is. I find it funny that you are a medical school student who meets Justin Timberlake and suddenly now you're a shoe designer. I guess it is who you know in this industry." She rolls her eyes and turning back to her notebook, scribbling something down.

I was shocked, was she serious? "Are you implying that the only reason I'm standing here today is because I know Justin Timberlake?"

"You don't just know Justin; ha don't try that crap on me."

"Well this is exactly how you should start this new project... I see we are going to butt heads every day." I shake my head in disbelief. "I think you need to either step on board or step off because I won't deal with your negativity on this project."

"Yet you didn't answer the question." She sat up straighter in her chair, crossing her legs.

"Last time I checked, you were working for me and I don't have to answer questions that you obviously think you already know the answer to." The whole room got quiet. "I will not be one of those people that I assume you have walked all over in the past. I will have you off this project faster than you can blink your fake eyelashes at me. These are my designs and will have my name on them." Then it hit me why she was being defensive. When I had lunch with Troy Carter he said there was someone else that was also in talks with to have a line financed but he was only planning on introducing one new line this fall. I guess I won over her and she is now defensive about it. "On to other things... I am open to anyone's ideas and interests, please just let me know. I will be spending a lot of time in the office to get this off and running."

For the first time, I shared the sketches with a room full of people. Each and every shoe was different, yet they were signature to who I was and what I would wear. Every shoe in the line will have a bright blue color sole.

Jack, is the one person who I believe is genuinely interested in this line. He from the moment he saw the sketches was drawn to them. We were bouncing ideas back and forth. He was a standout, an excellent visionary. He stayed after the meeting going over details with me. "What are you naming this line? The Arabella Kinsey Collection?"

I hadn't thought about it yet. I knew the meaning behind the blue soles but I hadn't thought what I would name the entire collection. "I'm not sure yet."

"Girl, you better get moving on that. This line is going to blow up faster than you can get the pictures taken of them."

"I have ideas but I need to rest on it. First thing is getting these started. I have a meeting with the design team tomorrow for the logo and script of the name so I have until then to make a decision."

"What are you thinking?"

"Obviously I could use Arabella Kinsey. But I was thinking I would use Bells. Short and simple."

"Oh that's good. Bells. It has a great ring to it."

"It does but I also like my name. So I was thinking of naming the collection or the brand as Arabella Kinsey. But I would also hate for my last name to be featured in it..."

"Ok well I'm not touching on that situation just yet .... Why ‘Bells' then where does that come from?"

"The love of my life, someone that brought me out of my shell, that made me see life for what it should be, calls me Bells."

"Ohh and who is this mystery man... or woman." He smirks, hoping to get some dish.

"It's a man... His name is Justin...

"Justin is a pretty common name, can I get a last name, maybe I know him."

"Justin Timberlake." I answered.

He drops his pen down on the table, "Shut the fuck up. You're joking right?"

"No." I said confused.

"You're that Arabella Kinsey?"

I felt offended. "What do you mean that Arabella Kinsey?"

"You left you soon to be husband for Justin."

"Not technically."

"Ok." He says nervously. "When were you supposed to get married?"

"Today." I said with a smile on my face.

"Wow, I take it you're not heartbroken."

"Not at all. I think I would have been heartbroken if I married him."

"Alright... um... yea. Ok. If you're happy that's all that matters. And damn... you bagged JT."

"I guess I did."

He looks around the room, still no one. "How he is?" he whispers.

"He's amazing. I couldn't ask for a better man in my life."

"That is not what I meant girl." He says bobbing his head around. "How is that man in bed?"

"I don't actually feel comfortable discussing my sex life with you, I just met you."

"Oh honey, everyone has sex. It's not that big of a deal. Most people don't want to talk about it because it's bad sex."

"Well I am glad I don't have to worry about that."

"There ya go. Spill the info girl!"

"Alright... I think I have to go now..."

"You're going to leave me hanging like that?"

"Sorry Jack. I would love to have this conversation with you but he is waiting for me at the Garden. He has a show tonight." I dropped my sketches into bag and zipped up the bag.

"Fine. We will finish this conversation. Maybe not right at this moment but it will happen."

A long meeting and time away from Justin only made me want to see him more. His last show at Madison Square Garden was taking place tonight and it was a bittersweet night. I knew that he was going to the next city and I wasn't going with him.