"Sources close to the couple are saying that the relationship is fine but Justin's mother isn't happy with Arabella. Justin has always been a momma's boy and if she doesn't approve of the relationship, she is going to be moved out his mansion faster than she moved in" -People Magazine

Happily ever after. Ha I think whoever started that theory obviously never dated a celebrity. I have to be on my toes at all time. Never for a moment can you think something is nothing. Every single move I make is scrutinized. Every breathe I take it's a new wave of drama.

"Could it be wedding bells for Arabella and Justin or could it be a moving truck? Our sources tell us it's far from wedding bells. So far in fact that, they are putting only weeks left of this relationship."-US Weekly

I don't know what made me make the choice to date someone like Justin. Never seeing him is the worst part. I wanted to crawl into bed with him at the end of every day and I wanted to wake up next to him every morning. I didn't however want crazy tabloid stories about our lives in the news every day.

"Arabella was seen jetting out of JFK, leaving Justin's long time best friend Trace to board his own flight while she runs back into the arms of Mr. JT. Later in the night, concert goers were treated to a newly written song by Justin, where he expressed his love and emptiness being away from Arabella while on the road. Only to find out she was standing in the audience. A romantic surprise visit from her or a guilty conscience?" The reporter continued. "It's the story of the month. She went from a complete unknown to an overnight sensation. Arabella Kinsey has gained more than just a superstar boyfriend. Are the reports true that she has been secretly seeing Justin's best friend and business partner, Trace Ayala? Could Justin be having a feeling of Déjà vu? Surely he wouldn't let it happen to him twice."

Click. The television went black.

I look over my shoulder and see Justin, not so happy. I wasn't sure if he believed that something was going on with Trace and I or if he was simply ticked off that I was once again watching the nonsense on the television. What happened with Trace and Justin in the past that I wasn't aware of? Had Trace really betrayed Justin like that?

I lifted the sheet and sat up on the bed. I felt his arms pull me back down. "Where are you going?" he asked, snuggling his chin into the curve of my neck. I didn't have any words to say. I didn't know what to say. I closed my eyes, trying to convince myself that there was no way Trace could have done this. The Trace I knew would never to do that to Justin in a million years. If I was that wrong about who he was, what makes my judgment on anyone else valid. I got up out of bed, pulling away from him. Could my judgment have been that far off?

A bathroom as grand as this one, looked like it belonged in a magazine and not in a hotel. All the antique fixtures around the room were probably worth more than most people's salary. Splashing water on my face doesn't help so why I continued to do it over and over again boggles my mind. I stepped into the doorway, watching him from the doorway lay on the bed, stretched out under the covers. He looked tired. He looked worried. Maybe I was worrying myself now; he looks like he just woke up.

Picking up his t-shirt off the floor I cover my naked self up and swallow the lump in my throat. "Trace betrayed you?" I asked without even thinking, regretting the words the very second they come out of my mouth.

He lifted his head off the pillow and looked in my direction, sitting up slowly. "What?"

I walked over to the bed slowly, climbing to sit in front of him. "Trace had a relationship with someone from your past, while you were dating them?" I questioned, hoping to get an answer I wanted to hear.

He shook his head. "I think I said before those programs were full of lies."

"But you also said that a percent of the story is actually the truth. Which percent of that story is correct?"

"This is something I normally wouldn't have to tell someone. This is something that everyone already knows. Well, they would know at least some of the story."

"Well I don't know. I live under a rock... or two. I'm your girlfriend and I'm asking to know a little about your past..."

"It's a great thing that you don't know a lot of me, that's rare. I think that's why we have worked so great together." He said attempting to guide the conversation in a different direction. "Rob's new girl knows everything about him..."

"Justin-" I said aggravated interrupting him. I knew what he was trying to do. I knew that he didn't want to talk about it. "Don't change the subject."

He threw his head back. "I haven't talked about this in a very long time. I do believe I blocked it out of my memory..." he shook his head trying to figure out the words to say, "Trace never betrayed me. But I did have a so called best friend that slept with my girlfriend... and not just once. I have to say though, he was a better person for coming to me and telling me the truth. She denied it until the end."

A light bulb had turned on, it all made sense now. "Cry Me A River." I said, piecing together the ties of his words.

"Yes." he nodded his head. "Never Again. Go Away. Still On My Brain. Last Night. The list could go on and on about the hurt and betrayal I went through at that time. He turned out to be someone I couldn't have in my life and her... I was her happily ever after, she just wasn't mine. Everything happens for a reason."

"It wasn't Trace." I stated with relief.

"No. Trace would never."

I felt the pressure release that surrounded my airway. I wasn't wrong. I dropped my head into my hands, a smile crept up on my face. "Thank god." I mumbled.

His hand went to my face, pushing my chin in the air. "I know you would never go there with my best friend. I know you have more respect for me."

"I love you. I love every fiber of you." I said scooting closer to him.

"I love you." His face was saying something else. "Is there something wrong? Is there something you're not telling me?"

"After everything that's happened in the last six months of my life. I... I..."

"Babe what is it?" he continued to gently rub his thumbs over the slightly flushed cheeks.

"Standing on that arena floor, listening to your words, seeing your emotion..." I thought back to that old man in the park, "I had some wise words spoke to me yesterday when I disappeared and well, I wanted to say that I just want to be with you."

Lightening the tense look on his face, he says "Well I hope so!"

"I'm serious. I would give everything else up. If faced with a choice, I choose you. Nothing in my life is more important than you. You're the light in my eyes, you give me light in my life...."

He takes his hand, placing it over my heart. "I would never make you choose things over me. I love every beat of your heart. I meant every single word of that song last night. It's exactly what I wanted to say to you."

The words were honest and pure. There was nothing more important to me than him. He had made it clear that this was exactly what he wanted as well. My family may have given up on me but I had him to stand beside me through anything that came into our lives.

            I still hoped that my mother would accept me for the choices I had made, and accept Justin for who he was going to be in my life. I would even settle for them to simple accept that I made a different choice than they did. They didn't have to approve of my decision but they could support me. A girl can dream right?

            With that not in my control, the things I did have control of had some decisions to be made. Even though I wasn't supposed to be thinking about work, there were some things I had been putting off making a decision on that needed some attention. I was weighing all the options. If I allowed the line of shoes to be distributed throughout the department stores, it would put them not only available across the country, but it would put them across the world. If I had my very own stores, it would be an achievement in its own. I wanted both options. I wanted it all. Troy suggested I put them in other's stores first, but I don't think that's what I was leaning towards.

"Bells?" Justin looked across the bus at me on the computer.

I glanced up at him over the rim of my glasses. "Yes."

He raised his eyebrows, "You look sexy in your glasses."

"Thanks, I think... is that what you wanted?" I asked as he continued to stare at my face, I removed my glasses dropping them to the table.

"I lost total concentration when you had those on. Very sexy.... Damn..." He shook his head.

"Earth to Justin. Come back to me..."

"Sorry... Come here... look at this."

I walked over to the couch as I saw the television screen rewinding something.

"There." He stopped the screen, pointing "Aren't those your shoes?"

I turned my head to see a pair of my shoes on the feet of someone I had no clue who it was. But I had seen the face quite often on those tabloid shows. "How did she get a pair of my shoes?"

"You need to call Troy."

I already had the phone in my hand before he said that. I was going to get some answers. The phone started to ring when I asked Justin who that person was on the screen. I needed to start paying closer attention to these people.

"Good afternoon, Troy Carter's office, can I help you?"

"Hi Toni, its Arabella, is Troy in the office?"

She was quiet on the other end of the phone. "Um... he is but he is in a meeting. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Well I don't know actually." I laughed, "Do you know if Troy is sending samples to any stylists or celebrities?"

"I don't think so. From my understanding, your line is under lock and key right now."

"Yea, that's what I thought..." I trailed off.

"Is there something wrong Arabella?" she asked.

"I think that there were more than just samples made of those heels..."I was damn near positive that there had to be more.

I could hear her typing away on a keyboard in the background. Those damn acrylic nails tap on the keyboard very loudly. "Do you think she was distributing them to people?"

"Well I don't know however, this..." Shit. I had forgotten the name already. "London Parks, was wearing a pair of my heels at the premiere of a movie last night. It was just on the television."

"Oh. I don't think we would have sent her anything to start with." The tone in her voice was disgusted. "She is good for press but... let's just say I highly doubt Troy would have sent her something as exclusive as your line. I will find out and call you back." Click. The line went dead.

I looked at the phone to make sure I didn't drop the call. She had hung up on me. I loved Toni, she was a sweetheart, but I got absolutely no answer from her. Her quick hang up wasn't so comforting. My level of trust had been severely broken; did she think this was the best way to handle the situation? Could she have been working with Holli the entire time? I was stressing out over nothing. She knew exactly what was going to happen with Holli and this lawsuit, if anyone knew she did. She saw everything inside and out of that office. If she were involved she would have broken complete ties by now, or at least you would think she would.