"What do you want?" she whispered, her lips grazing against mine while she stroked me. I swallowed hard as my eyes rolled to the back of my head now remembering what I'd been missing out on for so long. She pushed me onto my back and got on top of me, her hand still in control of me. Her mouth was on my neck, her tongue circling my pressure points. I reached down to tug off her panties but she pulled away looking up at me and shaking her head, "not yet," she said and took my hand placing it on her left breast. I massaged it gently, teasing her nipple every so often just to watch her squirm a bit. Her head was getting lower and lower on my body, her tongue now playing with the muscles leading up to my dick. I let out a moan as she sucked on the skin sending shock waves through my body. She released her hand and replaced it with her tongue. I let go of her breast and tangled my hands in her hair as she put me in her mouth.

"Jesus Christ," I moaned out as she began sucking, her tongue rolling around in a circle playing with the head of my dick every time she came up for air. After a few minutes, she began humming on my dick and I felt a familiar tingle running through my body. I knew soon I wouldn't be able to control it so I sat up pulling her up with me and crashed onto her lips pushing her back against the pillows. My hands cupped her breasts as I sucked from her neck all the way down to her belly button, she let out a soft moan before I moved back up her body and put her right nipple in my mouth sucking on it and biting gently. She dug her nails into my back before moving her right hand back around me causing me to bite a little harder. I ran my hands down her stomach, tucking my thumbs into her panties and pulling down on them, she kicked them off instantly and I separated her lips my fingers immediately drenched in her wetness. I felt a shiver run down her body as I started rubbing her clit pushing her legs open with my elbows. I dipped my head down between her legs and began licking her clit while placing two fingers inside of her. Her hands fell from my dick and started pulling the few curls that had grown on my head. She was soaking wet and with every lick and stroke she got even wetter. Soon her legs started to twitch and I knew that she was about to reach her breaking point. I took my fingers out of her and held her legs open flicking her clit with my tongue over and over again. Her moaning got louder and just as she was about to break I began sucking on her clit making circles with my tongue.

"Justin..." her voice was shaky, her nails digging into my back. "Holy shit," just then she lost all sense of control of her body. She began to quiver and I could feel her contracting. She leaned forward unable to control her spasms while I continued to suck on her until her orgasm subsided. She pulled me up to her, stroking my cheek before placing her mouth softly on mine. "Justin..."

"Mmm..."I said consuming my mouth with hers.

"I'm gunna fuck you so good you're not going to know what hit you," she said rolling over on top of me her mouth never more then an inch away from mine.

"Jesus fucking Christ woman..."

The next thing I knew I was inside of her tight walls, my arms wrapped around her lower back, her hands on my chest, and her chest in my face. This was a side of her that I had yet to see and can already tell that I'd want to see more of. She took total control pinning my arms above my head her hips moving fast and steady. She held my arms down with one hand allowing herself to sit up a little bit and run her other hand down her body stopping to rub her spot. My mouth dropped open at the sight of this combined with the rolling of her hips. I was close, very close and she knew it. She took my hand and replaced hers with mine throwing her head back her hips still rolling on top of me, and soon after her walls were squeezing me tighter and she screamed my name, grabbing a handful of sheets in her hand and her body shaking for the second time. As much as I wanted to last longer I couldn't, my hips still moving in sync with hers, my hands now on her ass, and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I let out a deep moan, my chest tightened and I exploded into her. She leaned over me breathing fast and heavy, her eyes filled with lust and her bottom lip in her mouth. She rested all of her body weight on me putting her head on my chest. I slid out of her after a few minutes and she let out a small whimper before leaning down right next to my ear, her heart beating fast on top of mine. "Is that what you wanted baby?" I couldn't speak, I just looked at her nodding and with my hand on the back of her head I pulled her down onto my lips before she rolled over lying on her back next to me. I put my hand in hers and took a deep breath turning my head to look at her glistening body.

"Holy shit," was all that I could say. She layed on her side holding her head up with her arm that was now perched on the pillow and looked down at me. I ran my finger down her cheek lifting my head up enough to feel her lips on mine. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

"I reeeeeeally didn't want to study," she said laughing, "plus you've been teasing me walking around half naked for the past two days and I told you yesterday how incredibly sexy you are when you're mad...why did you hate it?"

"Yeah, it was pretty bad but I mean we can work on it," I said trying to keep a straight face but failing.

"You're an asshole," she said hitting my shoulder.

"You...are incredible."

"I love you Justin."

"I love you too babe," I said kissing her nose. "Now last time I checked you have a huge final tomorrow that you haven't even studied for yet."

"Ugh, forget finals. I just want to spend the day with you, I could go for round 2."

"I'll tell you what," I said sitting on top of her, "you study for your final while I go meet up with my friend for lunch, then when I come back we can spend the rest of the day doing anything you want." I reached down and grabbed the book she threw on the floor and held it in front of her. She took it out of my hands and threw it back on the ground crossing her arms over her chest pouting.

"Is this how you repay me for my services?"

"Your services huh? You mean to tell me that wasn't a token of the love you have for me?" I asked tickling her.

"No," she said slapping me, squirming to get out, "it was until you put that book in my face."

"I love you, but you have to study and if I stay here I'll just be a distraction."

"Don't flatter yourself Timberlake."

"You said it yourself, the sight of me half naked is a tease."

"I was high on life when I said that," she said running her fingers down my chest.

"Ohhh no you don't," I said grabbing her hand right before it got too low, "you're studying." I picked the book back up and threw it on the bed while she rolled her eyes at me. "I'm going to shower and get ready, go to lunch, make some phone calls and when I come back I'll be all yours deal?"

"Whatever...you always get your way."

"You are learning so well," I said getting off of her and turning to walk to the bathroom. I showered and got ready reliving the last hour in my head the whole time unable to wipe the smile off my face. I walked out to see her sitting on the bed indian style still completely naked leaning over her book with a highlighter in one hand and a pen in the other. I couldn't help but stare at her unable to figure out how the hell I got so lucky. She must have felt my eyes on her because she looked up and smiled at me, taking her glasses off and leaning back on the pillow.

"You sure you want to go to lunch?" she asked with a smirk on her face. I licked my lips and walked over to her placing my lips on hers and backing away to see her with her eyes still closed. I sucked on her bottom lips until she let out a soft whimper.

"Positive," I whispered grazing her lips with mine.

"Ugh I hate you," she hit my shoulder which was becoming a habit.

"I love you too," I said walking away. "I'll be back in a couple hours then I'm all yours. I closed the door behind me and walked over to the stairs and stopped before opening the door realizing that it was now becoming second nature for me to take the stairs and not the elevator. I chuckled to myself before hitting the down button on the elevator since unlike in Miami; we were on the 15th floor here. The elevator opened to the lobby and I walked out turning on my blackberry for the first time in two days. 25 missed calls, 15 text messages and 9 voicemails. My head started spinning. Even though the past couple of days were insane it was nice to not actually have any of my shit going on on top of it. I clicked on the missed call list and saw my mother had called me numerous times as well as Trace, Rachel, Johnny, my publicist, JC, Justin and my agent. I scrolled down to Justin's name and clicked send to make sure we were still meeting for lunch as I pushed the door to the lobby open and looked up immediately blinded...

"Justin what are you doing in Boston?"

"Justin over here."

"Justin who is the girl you've been seen around town with?"

"Justin is it true that you eloped?"

"When is the baby due Justin?"

"Justin just smile once for the camera!"

"Justin how long are you here for?"

"Justin is it true you're looking to buy a house here?"

"Shit," I mumbled to myself trying to walk through the mass of people to the car. I pulled the keys out of my pocket just as Justin answered the phone.

"What's up J?"

"Hey are we still on for lunch?"

"Yeah man. What's with all the commotion?"

"I'm in the middle of 50 men with camera's trying to figure out what the fuck I'm doing here. I'll meet you there in 10."

"Good luck with that."

"Thanks, bye." I hung up the phone and saw the car a few feet in front of me. I opened the door hitting someone's legs in the process and jumped in trying to adjust my eyes. I pulled my sunglasses off of the visor putting them on my face in an attempt to shield the flashes. It took me a good 5 minutes to get out of the parking spot and weave in and out of the cameras and onto the main street. I knew it was coming and I was prepared for it, but it still kind of brought me down. We had just gotten over some pretty serious stuff and without any time to ourselves to recover from it this was about to invade our lives forever. Stopped at a red light I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number. After a few rings she finally answered.

"Hey lover."

"Hey, how's the studying coming?"

"Just magnificent. I'm really enjoying myself," she said sarcastically, "how's lunch?"

"Not there yet, listen if you had any intentions on going out...don't."

"And why not?"

"Because there are about 50 paparazzo standing outside the hotel waiting to get a good shot of you."

"How did I know this was going to happen to day?" she sighed, "Ugh hold on a second J I have another call." She clicked over just as I pulled into the restaurant parking lot. I looked around before I got out of the car and saw cameras already surrounding my car. I threw on a baseball hat that was sitting on the passengers seat and got out of the car and walked right back into the mess. People screaming my name asking stupid questions and being down right rude. If there were one thing in my life I could change it would be this. "Babe," I barely heard her say in my right ear.

"Yeah...hey."

"Jesus where are you? You sound like you're in the middle of a concert or something."

"I'm attempting to walk into the restaurant and I have a million people on my tail, sorry it's kind of hard to hear you."

"So this is what I have to look forward to?"

"Unfortunately. So listen, don't go out okay?"

"Yeah that's not really possible since the police station just called."

"What? It sounded like you said the police station just called...Hold on let me get inside so I can actually hear you." I kept walking through the people looking down at the ground so that I wouldn't trip on anything or be completely blinded by the flashes. I put my hand up so that people would stop literally putting a camera in my face and barreled my way to open the door.

"Justin is that the mystery girl on the phone?"

"How long have you been dating?"

"Justin has she met your parents?"

"Justin please one shot to the left."

"What's her name Justin? How did you meet?"

I finally got inside, and no sooner did I open the door, the manager walked outside screaming that if they entered the building the cops would be called. Looking through the black spots that were now in front of me I walked over to the hostess.

"Right his way Mr. Timberlake, we have a table set up for you in the back."

"Thank you," I said to her with a smile. "Ris you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here just getting dressed."

"What happened? What did they say?"

"They said that I need to go down there and identify them or something like that. It makes no sense to me since there was a whole case about it but I guess once the case is closed they have to open up a brand new one and start from square one. So I'll probably have to give a statement, fill out a report and all that shit. It will probably take a couple of hours so I'm going to do it now so that we can spend time together before you have to leave."

"Marissa, can't you just wait until I get back? I really don't want you going alone." The waitress showed me my table and a mouthed thank you to her before shaking hands with Justin who was already sitting at the table.

"Justin honestly I want to do something with you before you leave that doesn't involve drama. Plus do you really think it would be good for you to be photographed walking into a police station?"

"It doesn't really matter because you're going to be photographed walking into a police station." Justin furrowed his eyebrows at me not knowing anything that was going on. I hadn't told him about Marissa yet which was the whole point of this lunch but from the one sided conversation he was hearing I could only imagine what he was thinking.

"Babe, I'll be fine. I'll go out the back door of the hotel or something I won't let them get pictures of me."

"That's easier said then done."

"Justin..."

"Fine, but Eric is going with you."

"Oh because a big black guy isn't going to make them think anything."

"You don't know what it's like out there. If you're spotted they'll trample you, Eric is going with you and once I'm done with my lunch I'll meet you there okay?"

"I can never win," she said obviously pissed off.

"Not when it comes to your safety you can't. Promise me you'll call Eric?"

"I promise."

"Call me if you need anything, and please be careful."

"Okay I'll see you later."

"Ok bye." I hit the off button and looked up at Justin, "Sorry man this is all one big cluster fuck."

"What the fuck is going on dude? You never get followed in Boston, I felt like I was in LA trying to get into the building."

"I know, I'm sorry. I came here to tell you about my girlfriend, we'd been in the clear for like two days and then I walked out of the hotel to meet you and I was swarmed. I should have warned you..."

About an hour later I had told Justin all there was to know about Marissa. He was someone that I expected would bitch me out about the whole situation but much to my surprise he was totally understanding and actually thought that we were good for each other. We talked about me moving here for a few months and agreed it was the right thing to do especially in the beginning of our relationship with the paparazzi just catching on they'd lay it on her really strong so I needed to be there to support her. He offered to let me move in with him for a couple of months but I had already found a Brownstone that was being rented out that was perfect for me. It was right on Beacon Hill so I would just be about a five-minute walk from her, and it had high security. Tom Brady would be my neighbor, and everything I could possibly need would just be a short walk away.

"So what's the deal at the police station?" he asked me just as we were about to pay the bill.

"Oh that," I said laughing as I took my wallet out of my back pocket shooing him away from paying the bill, "she was involved in...Let's just say a situation a few years ago that never got taken care of and just last night another person involved happened to run into us and now the situation is getting resolved."

"Sounds scandalous."

"Something like that," I said picking my vibrating phone up off the table to read the text she just sent me.

This is taking longer then I thought it would. No pictures taken on the way here. You don't have to come if you don't want to draw any unwanted attention to yourself, I understand.

"I really want you guys to meet, I think you two would really get alone she's a huge sports fan," I continued while typing a response back to her.

Just waiting to sign the check. Glad they didn't get any pictures. I know this can't be easy for you; I'll be there soon keep your head up. I love you.

"From what you've told me about her, I'm a little tempted to steal her away from you," he said.

"Back off dude, she's the one. Go find your own," I stood up smiling leaving a good tip for the waitress and walking towards the back door where I was instructed to go when I was finished to avoid the insanity out front. I said good-bye to Justin and walked out the back door expecting to be swarmed but I saw a crowd of people gathered to my right screaming at someone else. I stopped in my tracks looking over trying to figure out who it was when someone from the kitchen staff whispered to me that it was Tom Brady. My future neighbor saves the day, I thought, I could get use to this. I sprinted to my car and luck was on my side as I was able to drive away unnoticed.

The police station wasn't more then five miles away but it was the middle of the afternoon in downtown Boston so I was sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic wishing I had the power to fly so that she wouldn't be there by herself any longer. I decided to return some phone calls to take my mind off of it, and the first question out of everyone's mouth was how Marissa was doing. After the second person to ask I quickly realized that half of my phone calls were no longer going to be about me. To some that might be a let down, but to me it was a relief for two reasons. First of all it meant I didn't have to talk about myself all day everyday, and second of all it meant that everyone cared about her and accepted her into our tight knit inner circle. I spoke to Johnny for the first time in a couple of days and confirmed my flight for tonight, and after a thirty minute conversation with my mother I finally pulled up to the police station. I got out of the car expecting flashes in my face, but there was nothing. Relief set over me as I jogged to the doors and opened them without being noticed. I looked to my left and there was a holding cell, turning my head to the right I saw a kid no more then 18 years old hand cuffed to a chair that was bolted into the ground on the phone.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Yeah, hi I was looking for Marissa Mitchell," I said a little shocked at how wide open the station was. I'd never been in a police station with people locked up right as you walked in.

"Right this way sir," the tall husky gray haired officer said. "We're going to have to run you through a metal detector, can I please see some ID." It was the first time in years that someone has actually asked to see my ID. I actually had to do a thorough search through my wallet to find it. I pulled out a bunch of cards and found it right behind my blockbuster card that I hadn't used in about 10 years. He looked at my ID then back up at me, questioning to himself if I actually was who my ID claimed that I am. After a second I saw his face change from serious to embarrassed, "Oh Mr. Timberlake I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you with the hat and glasses."

"Don't worry about it," I said, "It's actually nice to not be recognized for a change." I went through the security screening and the officer took me back to an empty office with only a long conference table and one chair. "Are you going to bring her in here?" I asked causing the officer to turn around before leaving the room and closing the door.

"She's in questioning right now. You've been granted permission to watch and listen to it but we can't have anyone outside of this situation inside the room to influence her answers."

"You're kidding right?"

"I'm sorry sir I'm not."

"She's been through questioning already," I said sternly standing up off the stool.

"I'm sorry this is protocol," he said walking out and closing the door behind him. I sat back down in the stool and about a minute later the mirror that was in front of me turned into nothing but a glass wall and her voice was surrounding me. They had her sitting in a room that had a fold out metal table, and two fold out chairs. She was in one and a female officer was in the other across from her. I saw her hand closed around a clump of tissues, her eyes were puffy and she was looking down at her hands. I stood up and walked over to the wall getting as close to her as humanly possible at that moment. She had her right leg tucked underneath her and she was answering question after question, the same ones over and over again. Every few seconds she'd reach to her left and take a sip of water.

"Did you try and get away?" the woman asked.

"No, I was trapped in an elevator and he threatened me with a knife."

"Who did?"

"He did," she said pointing to a picture that was lying on the table.

"Who is he?"

"Victor," she said loudly, "God I told you this three times already."

"Ma'm we're just trying to get the facts."

"You have the facts, he raped me in an elevator what more do you need to know? He threatened me with a knife and raped me. You have pages upon pages of statements and reports from three years ago do I really need to do this again?"

"As I told you before that case was closed and in order to open up a new one we have to do this again."

"Brandon turned himself in and told you it was Victor I really don't think this is necessary."

"Please, just a few more questions."

"GOD, Fine!" she said leaning back in her chair looking up at the ceiling. To anyone else she just looked annoyed, but to me I knew she was trying not to cry and this was tearing her up inside reliving this again.

"Did you feel pain?"

"Yes, I mean no...I don't know I went numb. After I was in pain for weeks but while it was happening my whole body just went numb and I kind of made myself space out and go into a different world." This was killing me to hear. She's told me all of this before but to hear it all again and to hear more details was breaking my heart all over again. If I had known they were going to make her do all this again I would have just killed him, it would have been easier on her.

"Did he say anything to you while the rape was occurring?" she rolled her eyes breathing out a big sigh.

"I heard voices, but I can't tell you what they were saying. I was...I imagined myself at a concert; somewhere that makes me happy and relaxed. I sang songs in my head and imagined them being performed on stage. I totally blocked out everything that was happening at the time because I knew if I payed attention to it I'd either do something wrong and he'd kill me or I'd want to kill myself after it was over," she leaned forward on the table, folded her hands and began twirling her thumbs. "I get that it seems strange that I didn't feel anything or I don't remember what was said and to you and everyone else in the world the fact that I didn't try to escape makes it seem like I wanted it to happen, but I didn't, I just wanted to live to see the next day and that was the only way I knew that would happen." I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the window.

"Do you have any proof that this rape occurred?" That was it; I couldn't listen to this anymore. I stormed out of the room and knocked on the door next to the one I came out of. The same grey haired officer pulled me back and asked what I was doing.

"You're asking her for proof of a rape from three years ago. Doesn't a fucking confession mean anything to you people?" I yelled pulling my arm out from his grip.

"Sir you're going to have to calm down or we'll escort you out."

"How can you make her live through this again? This is cruel and unusual punishment. They came in here and admitted to what happened, let her move on with her damn life."

"Justin..." I turned my head to the left and saw her standing there. I ran over and wrapped my arms around her leaning my cheek on the top of her head. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I bent down holding her face in my hands looking at her in the eyes.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry you had to do this Maris, if I had known..."

"Justin it's fine. Let's just get out of here okay?"

"Okay," I said placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. I put my arm around her shoulders holding her close. Just as we were about to walk past the security checkpoint she spotted a restroom and went to freshen up. I sat down on a wooden chair that was bolted to the ground, tapping my foot and biting my thumbnail wishing I never put her through this. No sooner did I hear the stall door close and lock inside the bathroom, the grey haired officer approached me.

"Mr. Timberlake one of the defendants would like to speak with you."

"I have nothing to say to them," I responded.

"He's requesting 5 minutes of your time sir." I sighed not wanting to ever see Brandon's face again and knowing if I ever stepped foot in the same room as Victor he wouldn't be breathing within 30 seconds.

"5 minutes," I said getting up. He walked me over to a holding cell and I saw Brandon sitting on the bench in the far corner. He put the key in the door to open it for me but I wanted no part of being near him, "No need to open the door, he can talk to me through these bars," I said. He nodded and walked away after telling me to call if I needed anything. I watched him walk out of sight and turned back to Brandon. "What do you want?"

"I know you're mad and that you hate me and don't want to talk to me but I think there's something you should know."

"Get to the point I don't have all day."

"You need to look out for her. Victor runs with a bad crowd and is really violent. He has a record and even though he'll get jail time for this, once he's out I wouldn't put it past him to hunt both of you down and try and kill you. With you being in the public eye and all it will be easy to find you too, so I'm just telling you to watch your back."

"We're good with that, I have a security team," I said annoyed.

"Look man I'm serious. That dude has crazy mental issues, he's not even my friend he never was."

"So you let some crazy dude with metal issues rape your girlfriend of three years?" I asked.

"No," he sighed getting up and walking over to the bars, "I know you won't believe me when I say this but this is the truth. I started doing drugs and he was my dealer, I owed him a shitload of money and I couldn't come up with it. He told me he wanted my girl and if I didn't give her to him he'd shoot me. I didn't believe him until he whipped out a gun and held it to my head, so it was either I let him do that or he killed me. I got so fucked up before we went to the hotel because I knew I wouldn't be able to let him do it if I was straight. I didn't want him to do it dude and I fought him until I knew he'd kill me if I fought anymore. I loved her man, I loved her just as much as you do right now but I had to let him do it. I didn't watch him do it, and I was screaming for him to stop the whole time. I knew I had to make her hate me after that because she couldn't be a part of my life without getting hurt again, so I hit her. I'm not proud of any of this, and I've lived for the past three years with this guilt hanging over my head. She thinks our relationship was a fraud, and that's not true but I want her to believe it was because being involved with me would get her killed and I cared too much about her to let that happen. Protect her Justin; don't let him get near her. She's finally happy again, don't let him take that away from her for a second time." I stood there dumbfounded not knowing if I should believe him or not. His eyes were filling up and my gut was telling me that it was the truth.

"I don't want to believe a word that comes out of your mouth, but something's telling me you're not lying. What you did was...there are no words for what you did. You claim that you were what? Protecting her? If you loved her and cared about her as much as you claim you wouldn't have been doing drugs in the first place and you wouldn't have put her in the position she was put in. There's one big difference between you, and me and that difference is that I WOULD take a bullet for her. I would die for her so that she wouldn't have to go through that pain. You're telling me I need to protect her from shit that you started; this all comes back to you in the end. YOU fucked up her life, YOU took her happiness away, YOU did this. Without you none of this would have every happened. I hope that hangs over your head for the rest of your life. Marissa will be fine, I don't need you to tell me to protect her I have that under control."

"I'm sorry Justin, for everything I ever did to her or let happen to her. I loved her, I still do love her. I don't expect you to believe that, but I was just trying to save my life."

"Too bad you should have been more concerned about hers," I said turning around and walking away. I walked back to the bathroom and saw her sitting in the chair. My mind was racing, I couldn't tell her what he said because she'd freak out and that was the last thing she needed right now. She would be fine, as long as she was with me no one would be able to get a hold of her and even attempt to harm her. She caught my eye and stood up walking over to me.

"Hey where did you go?" She got up on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss.

"Sorry...I just...had to make a phone call."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," I immediately felt awful lying to her but I had to, to protect her. "Ready to go home?"

"More then ready," she said lacing her fingers with mine. We walked out of the police station to a paparazzi free parking lot. I opened the car door for her and slid in next to her. "I'm just so glad this is over with."