Slamming against the hotel door I feel his hands all over my body, exactly what I wanted.  His hands grazing the hem of my dress, rising it above my thighs. If there were anyone else in the hallways at that time he would have been exposing my panties to the world. His lips on mine, tongues dancing together... I fumble for the key out of my clutch. It was in there somewhere. I finally part our lips to swipe the card through the door. The door flies open as he pushes me in dropping everything I had in my hands to the floor. He slams the door behind him, shoving me against the door, removing that gorgeous three thousand dollar Dolce & Gabbana dress, and tossing it on the floor. Who needed that dress anyway?

I slowly release the buttons on his crisp white shirt and a drop it on the floor. I never parted our lips once as I continued to unbutton his trousers and watch as the slide to the floor. He steps back reaching around my back to slowly unclasp the two gold prongs that were keeping us from being one step closer. "I have been staring..." he runs his fingers over my chest and down my breasts, "at these beautiful breasts through that deep v-neck all night...." my nude color lace bra fell to the floor, "It's about time... I get to see them!" He pushes me onto the bed. Tracing the lines of my lace panties, I feel him slide them down off my legs. Climbing up slowly, kissing every inch of my body as he moves back up to my lips. "They were worth the wait." He says as he cups them into both of his hands. "How do you like it Arabella?" I wiggled out from underneath him, climbing on top of him.

"I like it better up here. I have control this way."

He smiled so big that I could see every perfectly white tooth in his mouth. I lowered my face on to his, capturing the very moment that he had his mouth open. I pinned his hands above his head and lowered myself onto him. He let out a gasp when I started to move my hips from the moment I jumped on. He wouldn't let me have control for very long. He had slight control issues himself. "My turn" he said with a smirk on his face.

We both collapsed on the bed on the opposite sides of the pillows. Justin jumps up quickly. "Ouch. What the hell?"  He pulls out books and notebooks from under the covers. "Real romantic Bells. Study guides of the human anatomy in bed with you."

"I had no intentions of sharing my bed with a man tonight. Sorry!" I grab the books and toss them onto the floor.

He starts to flip page by page in the notebooks, a single sheet of paper slides out of the stack, off the bed, and hits the floor. He climbs out of bed, exposing his bare behind. He bends over and picks it up looking at me with a confused face. "What is this Bells?"

I look over and see what paper he has in his hands. It wasn't a study guide. It was a sheet of paper out of my scratch pad. He sees that there are more, twenty or thirty more. One by one he flips through them. "Bella, these are amazing? Did you sketch these?"

I nod my head yes and I watch as he examined each one of them. "How long have you been sketching shoes like this?"

"All my life. I sketch them when I need to clear my mind. Sketching heels calms me down." I snatch the pile out of his hands. "They are nothing." I climbed out of the bed to put them away in my suitcase.

 Out of sight out of mind.

"Nothing? You have a talent and a passion for designer shoes. You should follow that dream. "I'm a Kinsey remember? I'm going to be a Doctor. That's my destiny."

Knock Knock.

"Arabella."

It was my father. It was four in the morning. What was he doing in the middle of the night awake. I know he heard me in here but did he hear Justin? I snap my head back and forth quickly. What the hell was I going to do. I had a man in my room. I had someone that wasn't going to be my fiancé in my room.

"Arabella, wake up."

I start to scramble. What do I do? "I really hate to ask you this but could you hide in the bathroom... I need to find out what he wants."

"Seriously?" he asks.

"Please, I will make it up to you."

"I can't even believe I'm going to do this..." he gathered up his pants and whatever items he could find quickly as he scrambles to the bathroom. "You owe me big time... big time."

"Fine. I will do whatever you want me to do. Just go." I hissed, pushing him into the bathroom.

I found the white terry cloth robe that was hanging on the bathroom door and put it on. I shake my hair, the last thing I needed was him seeing my "I just got fucked" hair. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and turn the knob.

"Arabella were you sleeping?"

"It's after four in the morning. What else would I be doing?"

"We have to go. There has been an emergency at the hospital. It can't wait until I get back so I have to get there as soon as I can. The flight leaves in two hours."

"I can't leave." Fuck. I had nothing to back that up. I had to think of something pretty quick. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay here. Forever. At least for a couple more days.

"Arabella I don't have time to play your games." He snapped back at me.

"I'm not playing games; I met some of the doctors at the Shiner's Childrens Hospital. They want me to come in and see them on Friday. This could be a big deal. I need to do it."

"Friday... Arabella that is a couple days from now."

"Yes, I know that. It would be pointless for me to fly home and fly back in a couple days. I will just stay here. I'm already off work at the hospital, finals are not until next week. I don't see the issue here. I can see some of the sites and study here."

"The issue is there is no one here with you." He glances around the room. Did he know there was a man in my bathroom?

Discourage him, I thought. "Last time I checked I was an adult. I can take care of myself." I can't believe I just said that to my father. And what I can't believe even more is the fact that he believes everything that I'm telling him. He was walking down the hallway... he was leaving, without me. I was going to stay here with his permission.

I have lied to my parents before. I had to. If I wanted to do anything that they didn't approve of I had to lie to them. The fact that there was a man in the bathroom of my hotel room right now would probably kill them. They still thought I was this innocent child. They thought I was going to be the virgin freaking Mary when I got married. Little did they know that I haven't been a virgin since I was in High School. I guess I was the rebel child. I was the one they could never get their hands around or maybe I was just normal and they couldn't handle that.

The door to the bathroom creeps open and I see the look on Justin's face. I immediately grab a hold of him and ask "Wanna to test out the counters?"

He smiles, "I deserve more than just the counters. I hid in the freaking bathroom for you."

"Lake... You have no idea how much I appreciate that. I will repay you... I promise."

Six hours later we are still lying in that bed, his wonderful large arms surrounding me, his scent overtaking my every breath. I reach over to the side table and I pick up the phone.

"Can I get coffee to room 1122 please?"

"Would you like breakfast as well?" the woman at the front desk asks. "We have a fruit salad this morning or two pancakes with eggs."

"Fruit is fine. Thanks."

I didn't want to move any further. I wanted to stay in this bed, in his arms for as long as I possibly could. He groans and nuzzles his face back into the curve of my neck. I felt the butterflies in my stomach start to move around. That flutter is something I haven't felt in quite some time.

"Room Service."

Crap I have to move now. I climb out of bed and wheel in the cart. Coffee must be something that Justin needs in the morning as well. From the moment the scent of coffee filled the room he was sitting up on the bed.

"You look tired?" I said as I handed him a cup of coffee.

He yawns, "I met this gorgeous woman a couple days ago and she has an appetite for sex that I haven't seen in a long time. So I'm a little worn out."

I climbed back up on the bed, crawling towards him. "So... morning sex is out of the question?" I place a playful kiss on his chest. Running my tongue up his neck and reaching his mouth. I could feel his entire body tremble.

 "We will have to call for room service again. The coffee won't be hot when were done." He sips on his coffee and places it on the stand next to the bed.

It was almost noon and we haven't even been outside of this room. I thought maybe he would just spend the day with me. See some of L.A., maybe catch a movie. Anything. But he jumps in the shower and says, "I gotta go I will call you later and we will get together, since you are not alone in this big bad city." He picks up my phone. Starts to put his number in the contacts, "If you get bored, call me you can stop by the studio."

I sit on the bed, disappointed. He can see it wrote all over my face. "Ok."

He fastens his jeans and says, "I already had studio time booked today. I have to finish this track today."

"I'm not saying anything I just forgot how important you are!" I said sarcastically as he pushes me to the bed standing over top of me.

"I should only be there a couple hours. Just some back vocals need finished and maybe a couple lines..."

                Once he was out the door I begin to freak out just a little. He was an amazing man. He was that southern gentleman that has manners and respects women. He was someone that every normal family would want for their daughter. Instead I got stuck with Gavin. The self proclaimed playboy. His family and my family may not know who he is but I do. I knew everything about him. More than I wanted to. We both knew our families were one and the same, we both knew that our lives weren't are own. He was out of control most of the time I would see him on campus. He was a year ahead of me in Med School . I wasn't innocent by any means but I knew when to party and when I had to study. I knew that if I fell in love and got my heartbroken how to deal with the depression and continue to keep my grades up. He never had the issue of a broken heart. He never dated anyone. He just simply ‘saw' a lot of women. At least that's what he called it.

I cringe at the idea of knowing what I know and still having to without a choice, marry him. Marrying him would be one of the worst things I would ever have to do in my entire life. My name would be Arabella Alexander... even worse my father doesn't want that I have to change it to Kinsey-Alexander.

I throw my head back against the headboard. I need to find a way out of this marriage. I need to find some kind of loop hole. I don't know what yet but I had to find something. As much as I loved my family for being my family I have seriously contemplated walking out on all of it. I didn't want to be a prodigy of this family and continue with this bloodline of nonsense.

I shower and head down to the lobby. I needed find a rental car. I was going to go shopping. I was after all a Kinsey. I might as well put their credit cards to good use. I stepped out into the warm Los Angeles sun and begin my adventure.

Shopping has always been a joy for me. It was something that I never got to do growing up. My mother would always take me to a warehouse which they had shut down for her and purchase clothes. My father. (Ugh just the thought of him.) He always thought that if we had to wait in line for something it wasn't worth his money. He believed that everyone should wait on him hand and foot.

I think that my mother had an affair when I was conceived because I thought nothing like a Kinsey.  I don't think I will ever have that gene.

                I walked the two blocks to the nearest car rental place in my gorgeous Christian Dior heels. Ouch heels were not the greatest choice today but whatever. I jumped in the convertible that I rented and dropped the top. I was in Cali I had to drive with the top down.

I walked into the beautiful white stone building and my attention went directly to the shoe section. Heaven.

There was a lot of chaos in the store. People were shifting around, always keeping an eye out on the door. It seemed like there was yet another ‘celebrity' around because the people with the cameras were standing right outside of the door. They were just simply waiting for that person to walk out of the store.

"Ma'am is there anything I can help you with?"  The very tall sales woman asks.

"I'm just looking."

"There's a brand new summer line out if you're interested in them. I see that you are wearing a pair from Dior's summer line already. You must have gotten those in Paris."

"My mother bought them for me while she and my father were in Paris last month."

"So can I ask you a question?"

"Sure..." I will admit I was a little nervous.

"Did you park out front?"

"Yes... " I begin to panic. "Is it in a tow away zone or something?"

"No... I'm just worried how you are going to get to your car with all the paparazzi out front."

"Oh they don't want my pictures. I will be fine." I said as I slide another pair of shoes into the ‘keep' pile.

She looked a little confused. "They are waiting for you. They want your pictures."

"That's ridiculous. I'm a nobody. What does it matter that they get my photo?"

"They claim that you are Justin Timberlake's new girlfriend."

"Shit." I said stunned.

"So I take it that you are his new girlfriend?"

"I ... I... No...Shit..." I repeated.

"Security is on its way now to help you out to your car, but it's going to be crazy. There are roughly thirty cameras out there."

"Why would they want my picture? I don't understand..."

"Ma'am... Justin is one of the highest profile celebrities in the world. When he has a new girlfriend, they want to know everything about him... and her."

Shit. Shit. Shit. "Please tell me this isn't happening to me right now."

                I wasn't going to be able to hide this from my parents. My father is going to have a field day with this. He is going to know that I spent time with Justin for certain now. There had to be a reason they were following me... he would figure it all out. I was screwed.