The following day

Justin slid a basket of fries and chicken in front of Justice. "Thanks." she grabbed a fry, chewing on it.

"Do you really have to go back tomorrow? Stay another day. Matter fact, stay a week. I'm sure we can find plenty of things to do." she flashed him a teasing look.

"You know what you need to do? You need to get a woman. Someone who's gonna spoil your rotten ass while I'm not around." he laughed faintly.

"Oh yeah? Well why don't you stick around a bit longer, that way you can be that woman." he joked, taking a sip of his coke.

"Don't play with me, Justin. I already know what's on your mind. You don't want anyone to take care of you. What you want is someone to LAY around with." he gasped in shock.

"How dare you say something like that! Tramp." she threw a fry at him.

"Dick head." she looked away, gazing at their surroundings. It was the perfect day to g out to the beach. The sun was out and there were no clouds in the sky. "Who was that girl who stopped by last night?" she broke the silence between them.

"Nobody." he answered, never taking his eyes off his food. She realized how serious he became when she mentioned her name.

"Doesn't sound like nobody." he looked up to peer in her eyes. "She was the one who wrote about you, huh?" he grabbed his coke, taking a few gulps of it. "I read the article and...it was good. Really good."

"That maybe true but that's not the case here. She put me on blast and then she decides to show up at my house to let me know that she was canned. Why the hell are you telling me something like this? She deserved it." he spoke irately.

"You sound like you have some sort of feelings for her. I mean..." she shrugged her shoulders. "The way you talk about her. I know you may say some bad things about her but deep down, you really like her. And that's one of the reasons why you're so upset. Just think about it. All the other guys said shit when she wrote about them but you..." he rolled his eyes. "...you're taking this to the heart. You should be happy she wrote that article because now women are gonna want to experience that as well. Maybe even best friends." she frolicked.

"Oh shut up." she laughed hysterically.

"Seriously, you should be proud of yourself. No guy has ever made me orgasm seven times. SEVEN..." she held up seven fingers. "...times." he tossed a chicken bone at her.

"I said shut up." she sat there, laughing hard. "You really think you're funny. You do realize you're the only one laughing here?" he happened to look away to gaze at a familiar woman sitting a few tables away from theirs by herself. She sat there, sipping on a beverage with the saddest look on her face. "Perfect. The wicked witch of the century is here. I swear it seems like she's following me." she followed his eyes to the table where Stacy sat.

"Ooh that's her!" she spoke excitedly. "Wow, she is hot." he flashed his eyes at her.

"Justice..." she just didn't know when to be serious. "Let's go."

"What? No. I think I wanna go over there and talk to her." he watched her slide her seat back and stand up.

"No, don't. Justice?" he watched her amble towards the table. "Shit. What the fuck is she doing?" he took a seat, holding his head down in embarrassment. This is what he hated about Justice. She was too forward and she didn't care what she did.

"Hi." Stacy looked up from the table to gaze at her. "I'm Justice." she extended her hand out to shake hers but she sat there, giving her an odd look. "Justin's friend." her eyes instantly lit up.

"Oh! I'm sorry." she reached out, shaking her hand. "I thought you were some crazed fan of his. Lately, I've been getting a lot of hate mail from his fans." she explained, watching Justice take a seat in front of her.

"Well you shouldn't feel bad because I'm a fan of your writing. I just loved the way you went into detail about that night. You were very descriptive and you made him look really good." Justin looked up to notice the two women staring at him. "I've known Justin for a very long time and I never thought he could be so...porn star in bed." she giggled softly.

"You may have liked it but everyone else didn't. His fans, I meant. Maybe they're right. I shouldn't have did what I did. It was very cruel of me." she shook her head, disagreeing with her.

"You have to realize, celebrities are put on blast every day. Justin knew what he was getting himself into when he signed up for this. I think the reason why he's taking this out of proportion is because he likes you." she quickly locked eyes with hers with this baffled look on her face. "He's upset because the woman he likes betrayed him. That's the truth, so if he told you anything different then ignore it." Stacy looked away to meet eyes with the handsome guy a few tables away from her.

"I dunno. He's suing me so...I think that's all the proof I need that he hates me." she slid back, standing to her feet. "It was nice meeting you. I'm gonna leave now. Got a few things to take care of."

"All right. Nice meeting you too." she watched her walk off. Justin finally stood up and headed her way with this pissed off look on his face.

"Why did you do that? You know, you can be a real bitch sometimes." he turned, ambling towards his car.

"What's the big deal? I just wanted to talk to her and tell her how good of a writer she is." she sat in on the passengers side, shutting the door afterwards.

"While you're over there complimenting her, I'm the one getting screwed. Did you forget she was the one who wrote about me?" he turned the car on, quickly putting it in reverse and pulling out of the lot.

"Of coarse I didn't. She said nothing but good things about you. How you satisfied her and..."

"Just be quiet, Justice. Please." he continued down the road, looking like he wanted to murder someone. She hadn't seen him this pissed in a long time.

"You wanna know what your problem is? You think everyone is supposed to bow down to your feet and treat you like some prince. Well you know what? You're far from a prince. You're an asshole. An asshole who let the fame get to his head. You should be praising this woman. She made you look like the shit and all you wanna do is cry about it. Stop fucking whining like a little baby."

"I'M NOT WHINING!!" he shouted. She jumped to this sudden outburst because for one, he had never yelled at her before. "I'm fucking sexually frustrated, that's all." she looked away, completely lost with words. "I think I have a problem. My addiction put me in this position. If I wasn't so ready to fuck every pretty woman I see, this wouldn't be happening now. I'm so fucked up...I actually thought about having sex with you. My own best friend." she hesitantly reached out, placing her hand over his. "What am I gonna do?"

"I'm here for you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." he glanced at her, noticing the concern look in her eyes. "I know you may not wanna hear this but...I really think you should drop the case and try to make things work between you and Stacy." he shook his head.

"I can't." he inhaled sharply. "I'd rather shoot my brains out."

"You don't mean that. I think this is gonna take some time to get over. But once you've decided to let it go, you're gonna talk to her." he finally pulled up at a stop light, looking her direction.

"And why are you so sure about that? What if I told you that you're the one I want?" she flashed him an hilarious look.

"I'd say you're on drugs. There's no way you have those type of feelings for me. I'm like a sister to you." she just knew him too well and she knew he was trying to find a way of hopping on another subject.

"I guess you're right." he pulled off when the light turned green. "I really do need to get laid though. I'm dying here. My dick gets hard just by thinking about it." her eyes gazed in on his jeans that revealed a bulge.

"If I were you..." she leaned in towards his ear. "...I would go to Stacy's house." he looked away, his face only inches away from hers.

"And if I were you, I would shut my mouth." she pulled away, chuckling to herself. What a stubborn guy, she thought.

Finally they made it back home and Justin headed straight to his room. "I'm gonna try and get some rest. Wake me if anything exciting happens." Justice spoke while entering her room.

"You may wanna lock your door. There's no telling when the beast will escape." he referred to him. "I don't wanna end up doing something I'll regret." he grabbed a hold to his penis. "If you know what I mean." she stuck her middle finger up.

"Shut up." he entered his room, shutting the door behind him. This whole abstinence thing was really starting to get to him. He had to come up with some type of plan.

Justin stepped up on the porch with his pockets in his hands as he debated on whether to knock on the door or not. He had to be pretty desperate if he was thinking about sleeping with the enemy. As soon as he reached up, he knocked four times on the door. "What am I doing?" he mumbled, quickly hearing the sound of a door being unlocked. He looked up to gaze at Stacy who peered outside to stare at him.

"Justin?" she held a surprised look. "What are you...doing here?"

"Can we save the questions for later?" she backed away as he invited himself in. "You know why I'm here." she watched him shut the door behind him, slowly moving in towards her. He grabbed a hold to her waist and pulled her closer. Immediately her heart begin to pound because she knew what he was up to. And for some reason, she couldn't get herself to stop it. Maybe because she wanted it just as bad as he did. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"What are you doing?" she panted, feeling his hand inch up her skirt between her thighs.

"Don't ask stupid questions like that." he suggested, sucking tenderly on her neck. "You know what I'm doing." he quickly swept her off her feet and carried her further in the living room where he placed her on the sofa.

"Justin..." she watched him slip her underwear off, quickly leaning in for a taste of her. "Oh..." she threw her head back as she felt this wave of pleasure spread throughout her body. "Sweet Jesus." he ravaged her desperately. Oh how much he missed this. And he knew she missed it too. Especially the way her body responded to the way he touched her. He pulled her closer to the edge as he continued giving her all the pleasure she yearned.

He knew this wasn't right but he didn't care anymore. The only thing that mattered was him getting his pleasure. After tasting her sweetness, he quickly unzipped his jeans--removing them. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her with a hard thrust. She yelped out a cry of pain. He was so in desperate need to feel her, that he completely forgot to slip on a condom. He pumped her furiously, hearing her whimper with every thrust. The way his long, hard cock felt inside her drove her up the wall. She never wanted it to end and the same for him.
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Stacy laid on the sofa, tears slowly rolling down her face. Why did she feel so bad all of a sudden? She knew she had no respect for herself and that's why it was so easy for her to be used. She to had to admit, she enjoyed every moment she had with Justin but she had to start setting some ground rules. This was probably one of the reasons why he had no respect for her. Because she had no respect for herself. She had to make some changes and if she wanted to be taken seriously, then that's how things were going to go from now on.

She watched him exit the house, shutting the door behind him. Thank you, was all he said. Why was he thanking her? Is that what she was only worth to him? A fuck toy? A piece of meat? That's exactly how she felt.

Without further thinking, she shot up and rushed towards the door. She yanked the door open and stepped outside where at the time, Justin was unlocking his car door. "Hey!" he looked up to gaze at her. "Is that all?" he watched her amble towards him with traces of eyeliner on her cheek, immediately realizing she had been crying. "How dare you come here for your own pleasure? You have some serious balls, you know that? You show up here with no questions asked. You invite yourself into my home and take what you want. What about me? You don't think I have feelings? I know I fucked up! What I did was very stupid and I apologize. I really do." she begin to shed a few tears. "That doesn't give you the right to treat me this way. I was fired from THE LA TIMES. What more do you want?" she cried faintly.

He leaned against his car, crossing his arms over his chest. "I felt humiliated. And I know I may have deserved it, especially how I behaved towards you." she looked away to gaze at him. "And not just you but all of the other women. All I saw was pussy and I used my fame to get what I wanted. I just didn't think someone would come along and sweep me off my feet." he turned to face her direction. "You were so beautiful and confidence that night. You knew you had me right where you wanted me and I couldn't ignore that." she peered in his eyes. "I think I fell for you that night. I was so afraid of getting on that level with you that I just...did what I was best at. I didn't think I would ever see you again after that any way. So I didn't think anything of it."

"I'm sorry." she cleared the lump in her throat. "I really am and I know you have no intentions on dropping the case. I just want you to know that I am regretful." he scrutinized her features closely, noticing how beautiful she looked even when she cried.

"That's all I wanted to hear. A real apology." he reached out, brushing her cheek delicately. "I gotta go." she watched him yank his door open and sit in the car. "I'll see you around." he slowly pulled out of the drive way and headed out on the road.