I showed up outside of a red brick building that looks like a hideaway and hope that I'm in the right spot.  I walk into the front door and there is a receptionist sitting behind an enormous desk. She isn't even paying attention to me at all as I stand there waiting for her to acknowledge me.

"Can I help you?" She said as she snapped her phone closed.

"I'm looking for..." I look at the text message he just sent me. "Studio 9A?"

"That's a closed studio ma'am. Is there something else I can help you with?" She had a serious attitude problem.

"No." I snapped back at her, time to be a Kinsey. "I need to find Studio 9A."

"I understood you the first time. But that is a closed studio. It's not open to the public."

"And I'm trying to tell you that... Lake... I mean Justin is waiting for me... never mind. I will just sit here and wait. He will come and get me."

I sat down in the seat across from her desk. I let the phone ring once... twice... six times... voicemail. Shit I sent a text real quick. Hoping he would see it.

In the lobby. They bitch at the front desk says I'm not allowed to see you.

I waited a couple minutes when I felt my phone vibrating against my leg in my jeans pocket.

"Justin..."

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I'm obviously nobody important and they won't let me past the front desk."

"I will be right there."

The line went dead and a moment later he appears out of the long dark hallway. "Hey babe." He says as he takes my hand and gives the receptionist a dirty glare. "She is the rudest receptionist I have ever seen this studio have. She thinks that everything is an inconvenience to her somehow."

There was as couple producers and an engineer in the room when we walking in. They all seemed to be focused on what they were doing to even notice that someone else has walked into the room. Everything seemed so technical. I always thought you walk into studio, you sing into a microphone and that's it. How hard can it be?

Justin slouches down in his chair as he attempts to listen to the track play in the background. Did I mention that he looks drop dead gorgeous in work mode? Ok maybe I didn't even have to mention that. He bobs his head back and forth to the beat, tapping his foot with the drum. The track stops and he spins around in his chair to look at me. "How was shopping, you said it was an adventure..." He turns back to the board to shut off the volume.

"Um yea... Adventure is putting it lightly. I was shopping at Fred Segal when a swarm of photographers wouldn't leave me alone."

He spins back around looking at me, his eyes were huge, "What?"

"The woman in the store said that they were following Justin Timberlake's girlfriend today... I didn't know what to do. I just got out of there as quick as I could."

"I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have to deal with that. I should have totally warned you. I just didn't think they would follow you..."

"Yea, me neither."

Rob, one of the producers, is all up in our conversation now. "So is this your new girl?"

He looks over at me... smiles then says, "I'm testing Bells out... see if she can make it in my forest."

My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe he just said that but I fired back quickly, turning towards Rob, "Lake over here... is just upset that I don't want his timber..."

The entire room for of people have stopped what they were doing. "Ohhh's" surrounded the room.

Knowing that I had buried him with the comeback he says, "Alright, alright... you win." He stands up and bows in front of me, "I bow to you my queen."

"That's how I like it." I wink at him.
Rob chimes in, "She is a feisty one... keep this one."

"I would but she doesn't want my timber. It will never work out."

When I saw the fist pounding and the man hugs going across the room I knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be done. I knew that I should be back at my hotel studying and prepping for my finals but I was in Los Angeles and I was with a very sexy man... I wasn't going to waste it.

We were alone, in an empty recording studio. What to do what to do. Justin places his laptop into the bag and throws it over his shoulders. "Are you ready?" he asks.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I think I am in need of some bells..."

I laugh as I push him against the wall, taking his hands and pinning them behind my back, giving him access to grab my ass. My heels give me the height to have direct access to his lips. I slowly grazed my tongue on the outside of his bottom lip before I forcefully enter his mouth causing him to moan without a hesitation.

"Let's go to my place then we will go to dinner? How does that sound."

"Dessert before dinner... you know exactly how I like it." I joined my lips back to his.

"Bells..." pushing me off his lips. "I need to feed you first. I want to make sure you have the energy to keep up with me later..."

"If I remember correctly you were the one that needed the energy this morning."

He takes me back into his arms, nuzzling his nose against my neck, up my face, edging close to my face, my lips but never touching them. He snaps back and turns around to pick up his bag. "I guess you will have to wait and see if I have the energy." Tease. He was such a tease.

We arrive at his house which is completely being remodeled. The front of the house which looks like it used to be a small entry way is being opened up to a huge double door entry. The cream colored texture of the house is being transformed into a stone finish. "Sorry for the mess. I need to get some clothes and we can leave."

"This is why you are at a hotel?"

"Yes. I have been staying at my apartment in NYC while all this construction gets down but I needed to be in L.A for a little while so I just opted for a hotel. I don't have to clean up after myself there." He turns to give me a quick kiss on the lips, which of course turns into a long drawn out make out session. "Make yourself at home Bells, I will just be a couple minutes."

He shuffled through the house upstairs and down finding the things he needed. I began to wonder around the downstairs area. The long hallways had elegant and romantic archways. They look freshly painted. This must be one of the changes he was making. All the doors were open except one. I find myself wanting to go into the one room he obviously didn't want anyone in.

The last room on right that doesn't seem to get much attention. I turn the knob slowly, a hundred different thoughts run through my head. What could be in the room that he doesn't want anyone to see? A part of me wanted it to be an extravagant sex room or something to blow me away but when I opened the door all I see is shelves, rows and rows of shelves with all different size, color, and designs of awards on them.  Plaques on the walls, attached with his picture on most of them. I step close to examine the words scripted on them. Favorite Pop/Rock Album...Justin Timberlake... Justified... 2003. I glide down the wall, Video Music Award... 2007... Artists of the Year... Justin Timberlake. 2009 Emmy Awards Outstanding Guest Actor in a Comedy Series Mr. Justin Timberlake.

Wow, I thought to myself. He was not only an amazing guy, he is super talented. The photos in the frames of people he has met along the years. I chuckle at some of the strange choice of wardrobe he had chosen to wear and the platinum blonde of the hair he used to have. He has gotten better looking over the years, I thought to myself. I would be lucky to have his luck.

I turn to see another shelve that sits by itself.  2004... 2007... 2009... National Academy of Recording Arts & Sciences... Justin Timberlake. I ran my fingers across the grooves of his name. He was respected in the industry.

"Bells?" I heard him say.

I turn to see him standing in the doorway. "I... wow... you really are this like big time music superstar."

"I wouldn't go that far but I have had my luck at a few good things in my time."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think ... I would have never guess that someone with all this..." I spun around pointing at the room full of career achievements, "Would even want to speak to little ol' me."

"You're kidding right? You are the one that is going to be a doctor very shortly. I should be counting my lucky stars that you even spoke to me. Even with all this..." he points at the walls, "I'm still just me at the end of the day. This is just simply my job. "

I stepped closer to him, resting my hand on his firm chest, covering his heart and placing a smile gently kiss on his lips. "I'm so going to Youtube you now."

He laughs, rolling his eyes, "Could you at least wait till you get home to do that. I wouldn't want you to really find out how amazingly talented I am and you be all stalkerish and I have to get a restraining order against you."

"I don't think you have to worry about that. That's for sure."

His jaw dropped and I knew it was coming so I ran. Down the hallway into the kitchen and finally making it to the front door. Before I could get out the door he was standing, towering over me in the doorway. "Did you forget that I drove? Where do you think you were going to go to." He leans down and kisses me furiously. "I want some Bells."

"Take Bells upstairs then." I said as I shove my tongue back into his mouth.

He lets go of his grip, letting his arms fall to his waist side. Releasing his lips from mine. Whispering in my ear as I feel his warm breathe on my earlobe."I want you Bells... I want you bad..." I felt my entire body start to set on fire. "But I don't want to be that guy for you. I want to get to know who Bells really is. Inside and out."

Talk about buzz kill.

He made reservations at a restaurant that I had never been to before. He said they had the best Italian food in the city. I wasn't the biggest fan of pasta, knowing it would go right to my hips, but it was one night so I was willing to suffer the consequences for him. I would just run my butt off when I got home to make up for it.

Dinner was an adventure. Getting into the restaurant and getting out of there was a mob scene. I don't know how Justin deals with these people following him the way they do nonstop. I would end up hurting someone.

We take our doggie bags and place them in the refrigerator in my hotel room. Kicking off my heels and climbing on the couch with him to watch movies on pay per view. Going to an actual theater was out of the question tonight. He pulls me in closer to him, resting my head on his heart. I can feel it beat. I close my eyes, taking in this very moment. This is something I will never feel again.

"When's the next time I will see you?"

He wanted to see me again? What had I gotten myself into? "You want to see me again?"

His face lights up and the smile on his face is so genuine and beautiful, "Of course I do. I really like you Bells. We had this instant chemistry that I can't explain."

I couldn't speak.  I had no idea that He would even want to see me after I left L.A.

"I will be back in NY in couple weeks. I would love to see you again." He adds.

"Are you leaving tomorrow or something? Why are we having this conversation today?"

"I'm not going anywhere yet. I like to know my place in your life, that's all."

"My life is going to be a living nightmare for the next couple months. I don't know how much fun I am going to be."

"I understand your schedule is crazy, so it mine. Let's just play it by ear then."

I nodded my head, not knowing what to say to him. I needed to tell him that there is no way I can see him again. If I was strong enough to walk away from him at this very moment I would. I wanted to have the feeling I have right now with someone for the rest of my life but that wasn't an option for my life. My life consisted only to carry on the family name.

I fell asleep in his arms again, crying myself to sleep. I was glad he was already asleep because I didn't want to have to explain to him why after I had the most amazing day and night with the most amazing guy why I was crying myself to sleep.

I flip on the television hoping to find a music channel or something to occupy my time while he was still sleeping. I find my books that are scattered on the floor and pick up one of the study guides thinking it was the best time to get some of this done.

A man's voice echoing off the TV catches my attention because I was sure that he had said my name. He did say my name... I gasp when I begin to see footage of Justin and I from the past couple days.

"Arabella Kinsey is about to graduate from Medical School but that wasn't enough for her. She has set her sights on the one and only Justin Timberlake. I guess Mr. Sexyback needed a doctor this time around. Have your four years with him Arabella, he won't marry you either. But it looks like he won't have to worry about marrying you considering you are already engaged."

I felt the world around me collapsing. I knew that this thing I had with Justin was temporary and it was something that I was just having fun with but the last thing I would want is to hurt him. I never intended to hurt him. I never intended on getting close to him at all. I had to tell him the truth. I had to tell him everything.

"Good morning beautiful." He sits up on the bed and kisses me on the shoulder.

I turned to him and saying with the largest lump in my throat. "I need to talk to you."