Money ain't the villain; it's greed that's the killer.

                I lay stiff on the bed. I could feel every single muscle in my thighs aching. I guess the whole I need to have sex right at this moment in an arena full of empty chairs leaping into the air latching my legs tightly against his body; holding on for dear life wasn't such a great idea.

Who am I trying to kid? It was so worth it.

                I look over to see Justin, lying naked next to me. His bare chest exposed, his perfectly sculpted abs peaking out underneath the blanket, causing butterflies in my stomach simply thinking about him. How did I get so lucky? I watched his face, the way he smiled in his sleep, the way his eyes would flicker... as creepy as it sounds, I loved to watch him sleep.

My body is used to being up by now. I was fidgeting and moving around on the bed. Instead of waking him up I decide it was time to shower before I had to leave for my flight. I ordered room service and stood watching the sun glisten off the mountain tops on the balcony with coffee in hand. It must be amazing to wake up to a different view every morning. I mumbled to myself.

I wasn't used to having my phone attached to my hand at all times. That was never who I was. So when I heard my phone buzzing off the table, I didn't expect to see twenty two missed phone calls, over half of them were from Jack. The others were all from the hospital. I could only assume they were calls from my father or my mother. Whoever it was didn't leave one single voicemail; I guess it can't be that important.

                As I began to call Jack back the number from the hospital is calling again. I didn't want to answer it but I knew that it could be anyone with any kind of news. I exhaled deeply.

"Arabella Kinsey." I answered the phone.

"I see you haven't dropped the last name yet. I guess that's a good thing."

I rolled my eyes at his response. "Good morning father."

"Good morning Arabella..."

The silence was awkward and deafening.  "So..." I said.

"I'm not going to small talk with you Arabella. You have made a choice that I don't approve of. I have made some decisions of my own that I wanted to share with you. If you weren't already aware, I removed your trust fund and removed you from the family will. Having the privileges of being a Kinsey is no more for you. I hope this guy of yours is worth everything you have given up. Everything -"

I interrupted him, "Why is it so difficult for you to accept that I just wanted to be happy, genuinely happy and not just in a marriage to be in a marriage."

He wasn't having this conversation with me, or at least he didn't want to. "Arabella, sometimes you do things in life because you're supposed to. Sometimes you don't always get to do what you want to do."

"Funny thing is... I never did what I wanted to do. I followed every rule and every line in every book. At the end of the day I would have rather been dead than be involved with that Bloodline anymore. I couldn't cry myself to sleep anymore. I just couldn't do it. You may not believe this but my choice to leave was not because of Justin. I left because of me. I needed to break free... for me."

His deep stern voice blurted, "Arabella... you need to realize that you are dead to me. I had given you everything in life." His words hurt, his words felt like a knife through my heart. "The reason I was calling today was not to have a nice little chat with you. I wanted to inform you that all your medical school expenses are being transferred to your name. You are now responsible to pay back every dime of your tuitions and expenses. I need a forwarding address and since this boyfriend of yours is such a major celebrity I can't find his address."

I was surprised my father couldn't get that address. He normally got what he wanted, no matter what it was. "I will email you his mailing address. I'm not worry about paying the bill, that's perfectly fine."

"Where are you going to get the money from Arabella? You gave up practicing medicine."

"That's none of your business. I will handle the expenses of medical school. I'm not worried about it at all."

"Well. Take care Arabella."

"I'm dead to you. Remember that." I hit the end button; I wanted to have the last words for him. I wanted him to know that I don't regret the choice I made. If he wanted to think of me as dead, then he got exactly what he wanted.

I threw my head back with my eyes closed, looking up at the sky, inhaling the deep thick morning air through my lungs. I hated that man. I hated everything about him, including the fact that he was my father.

I felt the warmth of a half naked man wrapping his arms around me, pushing his scruffy face against the side of my neck. "Babe, are you okay?" he whispers in my ear.

I turned slowly to face him. I placed my lips on his, pulling him as close to my body as I could. I rested my head against his, gripping the back of his head. I wanted to cry. I wanted to burst the lining and get it over with, but I couldn't do it. "I'm okay." I wasn't going to let him have that satisfaction.

He squeezed my body tighter, wrapping his long fingers into my hair, "I love you Bells..."

That's what I needed. That's all I needed. "I love you Lake."

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" He asked politely as we finally pulled away from each other.

I walked back into the hotel room, "My father is forwarding my medical school tuition and bills to me, so I can pay them. He also says that I am dead to him." I toss the suitcase on the bed, pulling out clothes I need.

"I'm so sorry." He takes my hand into his, pulling me back close to him.

"Don't be sorry. I made this choice, now I'm paying the consequences but the consequences gave me you ... that's fine with me."

"I will pay for those loans. I'm not worried about the money."

I dropped his hands pushing myself away from him, "Justin you are NOT paying for my medical school. I will handle it. I have some money saved. I will find out how much it is and just pay it."

"I don't have a problem paying for it-" he stood there staring into my eyes, wanting me to need him.

"Justin. Stop. You are not paying for it. Don't even think about it. Get that entire idea out of your head. It's not going to happen."

"We are going to be together forever. Why can't I just pay for it? Why can't I do this for you?"

"I love you. I really love you but I don't want your money." I let go of him and turned to walk back into the room.

He takes my hand, pulling me back in front of him. "I never said you did. I'm offering to pay for it. It's something you won't have to stress about. I want you to focus fully on the task at hand."

"What task is that exactly?" I pulled him closer, capturing his lips onto mine.

"This..." he says breathlessly "Yes... defiantly this task..."

He watched as I packed my suitcase back together, when I zipped the suitcase up he knew it was time for me to leave and I knew that this was going to be more difficult than it would be to have not seen him at all. I watched his face, it was bittersweet in his eyes. He was happy but he was sad.

"I don't want you to leave."

Those words hurt worse than my father saying I was dead to him. "I don't want to leave, but I have to. You have to get to the next show and I obviously need to finish this shoe line very quickly. I have bills to pay." That was something I needed to get used to. I have never been responsible for paying a bill in my life. "I have to go. The car is here to pick me up."

"I don't want you to go."

"Lake, don't do this to me." I began to have water filling my eyes. I felt the emotion of leaving him and it was too much to bear.

He walked over to me, wiping the tears that slid down my cheeks with his thumbs. "I love you... God I am so lucky to have you..." he started to caress the side of my face, lifting my chin up and pulling my lips onto his. He steps back and rushes over to his bag, "I forgot to give you something."

"Why did you buy me something? You didn't have to do that."

"Hush... I didn't really buy you something I kind of already had this." He dug further into his bag. Exposing a small white plastic bag, he reaches his hand in and pulls out something silver. "I cancelled your hotel reservations for while you in Los Angeles, this morning."

I began to panic. "Justin... where am I going to stay when I get there? I am getting on a plane in less than two hours?"

"Breathe, beautiful... breathe." He lifts his hand into the air right in front of my face. "This is for you."

He lays it in the palm of my hand. "I... I..." I was stunned, "Is this...?"

"This is the key to my house. I want you to stay there. "

"I can't be in your house without you there."

"Why can't you? It's just a house. And it's been fully remodeled."

"It's your house."

"And now, it's ours."

"Ours?" I asked, confused.

"This is not how I wanted to do this... ugh... um... Bells, would you like to move in with me? In L.A..." he began to ramble, talking really fast. "It won't be for a little while because of the tour but I just think that there is no point in us spending more time apart than we already do. I want to come home to you every night and I want to wake up next to you every morning. I -"

I pressed my index finger over his mouth. "Yes."

"YES?" his eyes lit up.

"We basically live together now. It's not going change much."

"It's different." He says.

"Yes. Very different. I have to go. I really have to go now."

His grip around my body was tight but he eventually let go so I could get to the airport. The car was sitting at the pickup lane when I got outside of the hotel. Justin wasn't even dressed yet, well he had on basketball shorts and a white tee but he wasn't dressed for what popped out behind the tree and took pictures of us saying goodbye.

"I'm sorry for all this..." he points at the random guy now standing five feet from us. I wish I could control it."

"Don't worry about it. It comes with the territory. And I'm pretty fond of the territory. I love you."

He kisses the side of my face, "I love you. See you next week."

                I climbed in the back of that town car alone. Rode to the airport alone. Face the cameras on the other side of the terminal alone. I walked into his house, alone. And I watched another piece of my life unfold on the television in the conference room, alone.

"FAMILY FEUD-Not just a game show for Arabella Kinsey." The female voice narrating the opening line says. "She has broken the family into two or maybe I should say she stands alone now, with Justin Timberlake by her side. She called off her arranged engagement to longtime family friend Gavin Alexander just the night before the wedding, which caused her family the final rift. She chose Justin and they are not happy with that decision. Sources close to the family are saying that she has no contact with her family and they have removed her belongings from their home. Watch out Justin, she is looking for a place to live..."

                I turned the TV off dropped my elbows onto the table and buried my face into my hands.

"Honey you better get used to that." I looked up to see Jack bobbing his head around, "That nice hunk of meat you call a boyfriend is the biggest name in the industry. He could not release music for five years and still have the cameras following his every move... oh wait that has happened."

I laughed at him. "This is all new to me. All this attention and focus on my life is unheard of for me."

"You are dating Justin freaking Timberlake. You should have known walking into this relationship what you were getting yourself into." He dropped his Louis Vuitton bag on the table.

I got quiet. I really didn't want to admit that I was the bookworm who had not the faintest idea who this man was when I met him. "Yea... ok..."

"What? Come on you had to accept a life change, just simply knowing him."

Screw it. I guess he should learn who I am now, rather than later. "Actually. I didn't know this is what my life would be like when I met him. Because well... I didn't know who ‘Justin Timberlake' was when I met him."

"Ok, try a different one of me. Everyone knows who Justin is." He rolled his eyes as he removed his laptop from the bag.

"I didn't, seriously. I spend my entire life preparing to become a doctor. My parents were really strict and I somehow just didn't know who he was."

He looks at me, looks away then looks back at me, "You're not joking."

"No." I said chuckling at myself "I sat next to him at lunch and didn't have a clue who he was. He introduced himself, but the name meant nothing to me."

"Damn girl, you lived a sheltered life."

"I did. But let's get to work."

                With everyone's enthusiasm in this project it made me more confident. The Los Angeles office seemed to be more willing to just get down to business. There wasn't the jealousy or the snide comments, they wanted to get this line done and see the results of the designs. We were on the same page. As much as I have always loved living in New York City, it was time to relocate. It was time to make this happen.