Next Day...Monday Morning

Tennman Records

Orlando Florida

Guilty Pleasures

"Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, and it is concluded with the impossibility of separation."

....Flashback...

"Why the fuck are you here Justin? Are you tired of fucking my girl already?" He gives me a smirk. If that bitch only knew. I don't know what he's doing, but he's a bad influence on berry. She wasn't like this until she got with him.

Bowing my head in thought, I look up at him with a challenging, sinister smile. "You know why I'm here."

"No Justin. Enlighten me." He snaps, stepping out of the doorway and shutting the door behind him.

Folding my arms across my chest, I take a step towards him, keeping his intense gaze. If there is one thing I never back out of, it's a challenge. And this is one little competition that bastard is going to lose. I'll be damned if it turns out any other way.

Grinning at him slyly, I shrug, taking in my surroundings before I divert my attention back to him. "We need to have a little chat Jeremy."

**

He's laughing maniacally as his head dips back in amusement. I'm a few seconds away from socking him. He better watch himself.

"We are not chatting about anything Timberlake..."

But I cut him off by gripping his collar and shoving him up against his door, watching as his head bangs against the wooden barrier, his eyes widening in shock.

"Listen you asshole, I'm not here to give you a lecture. You watch yourself with Zara because if I find out you laid your hands on her in any way again, I'll be so far up your ass you'll need a fucking brace to stand and walk right. Don't fucking test me." I snarl moving back when he shoves me off, straightening his posture.

"You have some fucking balls coming to my place like this Justin." Jeremy hisses, walking up to me, hovering over. So he's maybe an inch or so taller than me but I don't give a fuck. Adrenaline is a bitch and I can feel it pumping through my veins. "I should have known you'd be here defending her. She's got you pussy whipped huh? Yeah I know, she's sweet...a great fuck too." He says condescendingly and I can't help but narrow my eyes. Hearing him talk about berry in that way is repulsive.

"You're a sick twisted fuck. Just watch yourself with her while I'm gone." I spit, glaring when his eyes light up.

"Gone?" He asks.

"I'm leaving for a while. Not that it's any of your fucking business." I hiss, creating space between us. If I stay here any longer, I'm seriously going to do something I'll regret. Surprisingly, I'm really calm though.

"Whatever man." Jeremy waves me off before I notice a few people coming over in our direction. Whipping back to him, I watch as his entire demeanor changes. He almost looks...terrified? What the fuck?

Taking a few steps back, I watch intently as two dark men walk up his steps, completely ignoring my presence as one of them pulls out an envelope from his pocket.

Cocking my head to the side, I create even move space not wanting to get involved with whatever is going on.

One of the men looks pissed as he shoves the envelope in Jeremy's chest roughly. I'm just standing there in awe, watching how Jeremy gulps hard, his eyes darting between me and his mysterious visitors.

"Jeremy." The man who handed him the envelop sighs displeasingly. I'm almost certain they're about to pull out some gun or something. They look like the fucking mafia only they're African Americans. "You know why I'm here. I don't take kindly to your screw ups. Now, this is not what we asked for. You fix it and you fix it soon if you value all your limbs to keep doing what you do as a trainer."

And I think this is one of the occasions where I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time. Turning to stare at me, the darker man finally acknowledges my presence. "Talk to your boy please. Tell him this is serious." The man says to me as I feel my heartbeat quicken. Shit, his gaze is of pure evil. Jeremy has some deranged ‘friends' though I doubt these people are his friends.

"He's not my ‘boy'. Far from it; we use to be cool but shit happens...." I scowl, taking in Jeremy's uneasiness as he keeps looking at the other guy who hasn't said a word. Maybe he's a mute, but I doubt it.

Laughing lowly, the larger man directs his vision back to Jeremy. "Well Jeremy, you just seem to be on everyone's shit list huh? Listen. I need to go, but you fix this. Do you hear me? You fix it." his voice booms sternly, keeping his cool persona and Jeremy nods silently in response.

Shaking his head for me, the man signals to his partner for them to leave and just like that, they're down the stairs and gone in a flash just as fast as they arrived.

Diverting my attention back to Jeremy, I'm not even angry anymore. I'm fully intrigued with that little encounter we just had. "What kind of shit are you mixed up in Rowland?" I ask, forcing out his last name for emphasis. "It better not be what I think it is. I don't want Zara or Yolanda exposed to this type of shit." I snap, my anger slowly building again. Jeremy is just looking down at the envelope in his hands with a frown on his face.

"I gave them everything. What the fuck are they talking about?" He mutters...ignoring me.

"Are you dealing drugs?" I ask incredulously when I try to make sense of this weird situation.

Snapping his head up at me he growls angrily. "Just fucking leave Justin, before I make you leave." Jeremy orders and I shrug, not caring to be here anymore anyway.

"Whatever man. You really are fucked up." Shaking my head sadly, I whip around to leave but stop when Zara passes through my thoughts again. Turning back around, I give him a tight smile. "Jeremy, just so you know, you're fired. Because well, I can't have ‘that' around Yolanda. And you have till I return to come clean with Jahzara so I trust that you'll follow through with that. You'll call her and you'll apologize or else. And I stay true to my threats. You know who I am. I'll wipe the floor with you if I have to and you know this. I don't know; I'd be a little worried if I were you considering from the looks of things, you're in one hell of a fucked up situation. Just don't mix Zara up in this or I swear to god I'll skin you alive." I warn, my breathing erratic as I try to calm my nerves. God, I want to beat on him so fucking bad but it's not worth it.

"Have a good one." I add, when he doesn't respond. He's still staring at that stupid envelope. I don't even care to know what's in it or what's going on with him for that matter. It's none of my business but Zara's my business, so he better not fuck around.

It's not long before I hear the same girl who was hanging all over him call out for him to rejoin their drug and alcohol induced party. Suddenly I feel so terrible for Zara. She's so clueless about the person she's with. I don't even want to know anything else about the guy. I know enough to realize he's grade A slime.

Leaving Jeremy in his befuddled state, I groan with annoyance, turning on my heel and jogging down his stairs to my car. The faster I'm away from here, the faster I can get to my isolation away from all civilization especially Jahzara, for who knows how long. I'm just thinking life right now is a bitch that needs a serious slap in the face...

.......End of Flashback.....

"Justin?" Snapping my head up, I look out the large glass windows of my office before I whip around in my seat, letting out a sigh at the memory I just had. How the hell do I begin to tell Zara anything without coming off as a complete jerk?

Zooming in on the person standing in my doorway, I let out a depressed moan. "Mallory." I smile for her but I feel like shit inside. She's looking at me, her eyes glossed over like she's going to cry, fiddling with her white blouse. Jesus, I hope she doesn't cry. I can't handle that right now.

"I'm just letting you know my office is cleared out and I'm leaving." She says coldly and I cringe at her harshness.

Standing, I play with my tie and suit jacket before I walk over to her. "Listen Lory..."

"Mallory." She enforces even though her voice is weak. "And it's ok. You did what you had to do." She spits, folding her arms across her chest.

Bowing my head, I begin staring at my nails, understanding berry's habit a little more. It's definitely a good way to stall the inevitable. "I'm sorry Mallory." I breathe out, lifting my head to look into her eyes. They're so emotionless. I'm beginning to think I've really hurt her. I guess the asshole side of me is still alive and well.

"Just forget it. I just came to let you know I'm heading out." She shrugs, turning to leave but I grip her arms to stop her.

"Mallory." I sigh, feeling defeated. I should just let her leave but I can't. I mean, she still has a slight effect on me. She always did. Pulling her forward into my arms, I give her a tight hug. I guess it's my way of saying goodbye. She could have easily made this a complicated situation by bitching off but she's being really mature about all of this. When she's not a bitch she can be pretty decent and jesus what the fuck am I thinking?

Breaking our embrace, she's looking up at me with watery eyes. "Take care of yourself ok?" I whisper and she nods meekly before she sucks in a breath and turns to leave, not saying anything else to me before she slams my door shut on her way out.

Groaning, I pass my hands over my face in fustration before my fingers drop to my tie, loosening it around my neck.

There's another knock on the door and before I can voice enter, the person eases it open, popping their head through the crack.

"Hey Mr. Timberlake." They beam, causing a chain reaction in me.

"Don't even play that. You're not allowed to call me that anymore." I joke, walking forward to yank her inside by the arm.

Giggling she walks in, shutting the door behind her as I give her a once over. "Look at you all professional and shit." I laugh, taking in the tight fitted cream colored skirt she has on and black body fitted blouse. Oh, there's some cleavage too. I'm certainly digging this. Even if I saw her this morning, I can't help but appreciate the change.

"Yeah, I know." She says modestly and I chuckle.

"What's up berry?" I ask, loving how comfortable she is with me as she plops down on my couch with ease. Taking a seat next to her, she eyes me then shrugs.

"I just saw Mallory leaving here in tears. She stopped to shoot me one of her nasty glares before she disappeared into the elevators." Zara divulges and I nod furrowing my brows. "Didn't go too well huh?" She inquires knowingly. I'm starting to realize Zara is getting to know me a little too well for my liking.

"I think she might hate me." I pout, sticking out my bottom lip in thought. I don't like the idea of a female hating me. Guys I can deal with but women are a different issue.

"Aww, you're so cute. She'll get over it with time so don't worry. But damn Ju, you're all sexy in your suit. I miss seeing you like this. I could just eat you up right now." Zara coos, jumping on a completely different topic. I can't help but stare at her in amusement as she openly sizes me up. I like that she's changing slowly but surely. She's not shy around me anymore and I find her forwardness and aggressiveness extremely appealing for some reason.

"You're a horny little thing aren't you?" I chortle, remembering how we spent most of the night at my place engaging in some really interesting sexual acts. I'm still tired and feeling the aftermath considering I didn't get much sleep but shit, I loved it.

When Zara told everyone she was staying over at my place, Trace glared at us like we were insane but said nothing. He just played it off as did everyone else. But I know what they were thinking and I don't give a shit. I'm going to indulge in this thing Zara and I have going for as long as it will last.

Blushing, Zara shifts in her seat, crossing her legs and darting her eyes around my office. "We didn't exactly finish what we started." She explains and I just shrug uncaringly.

"How could we when you screamed out ‘watch out for that semi,' while we were...you know...." I state while gesturing with my hands, not wanting to get too graphic for any chance that someone might hear. I know I'm paranoid.

"Ha-ha that was hilarious. The look on your face was priceless too. You were like what fuck did you just say? Ha!" Zara laughs out loud and I can't help but erupt with laughter too. It was pretty hysterical.

"Shit berry, I know you got that from my HBO concert special when they were interviewing my crew and me but I never really did that or had any intensions of doing that." I chuckle as she shakes her head through sobs.

"I know, but I couldn't help myself. I had to see your reaction. I was in the living room watching your stupid DVD before you pulled me away so don't blame me." She grins as I stand pulling her up with me.

"Yeah, I'm going to punish you for that don't you worry." I growl, pulling her flush against my chest as her eyes widen.

"In here Ju? You're so bad." She says seductively before she pulls me down into a heated kiss. Wow, I definitely love this side of her. I don't ever want it to change.

Grinning into the kiss, I back her up to the door before clicking the lock so one can walk in on us. Shit, we must be seriously crazy but I don't care. She's addicting and I definitely need to satisfy my appetite right about now.

"I'm starting to enjoy this a little too much." I chuckle against her lips, as Zara begins working on my belt buckle frantically.

"Just shut up and help me. We don't exactly have all the time in the world." She scolds, breaking the suction she has on my lips. Licking them, I look down at her, drawing in a shaky breath when I feel the button on my pants open and she swiftly pulls down my zipper.

"Zara..." I whisper, causing her to cease her actions and connect her bright hazels to my blues. Sighing, I fight with my thoughts trying to make sense of them.

"We don't have to..."

But I quickly shut her up by pulling her forward to where my desk is located. Smiling, I lift her up to sit on the mahogany vanished desk, shoving papers out of the way as I hoist up her skirt over her caramel thighs. Passing my tongue over my lips slowly, I gaze into her eyes for a brief moment noting the adoration in them. Turning serious I lean forward to place a delicate kiss on her lips before I whisper softly..."I love you berry."

"Aw, I love you too Ju." She coos, caressing the side of my face with her palm. I honestly can't hear that enough.

"You're amazing you know that? And you definitely look berrilicious." I grin, using my invented word for her.

"You and that word." She laughs, pulling me forward by my tie. "Kiss me crazy man." She whispers and I frown.

"I hate when you say that..." I groan, leaning down to capture her lips with mine as I move her skirt further up her hips pressing my lower half into her center so she can feel how turned on I'm getting. Goddamn, I'm seriously in love with her. She gets me to do the craziest things. I can't believe what's about to go down right now in my fucking office of all places. This is so unlike me. I mean, we could get caught, but that's the beauty and excitement in it.

Moaning slightly, Zara wraps her arms around my neck, tickling the back of my head. Shivering, my hands grip her waist firmly as I continue to kiss her deeply, massaging her tongue with mine before I bring my fingers up to her blouse swiftly unpinning a few of her top buttons.

Breaking our kiss, I gaze down at the black laced bra she has on. Grinning with satisfaction, I push her skirt all the way up around her waist relishing in the view of her matching panties. "Did you plan this?" I inquire, staring up at her in perplexity.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." She states shaking her head, squealing when I grip her sides, applying pressure to my hold and pulling her forward as I laugh at her statement.

"I'm not even going to comment on that." I chuckle, sliding my fingertips under the thin waist lining of her underwear, swiftly pulling it down her legs and completely off her body. Licking my lips in anticipation, I groan inwardly when I feel my dick twitch. Shit, this is seriously like a guilty pleasure of mine. I'm fully aware we shouldn't be doing this but fuck it.

Noting how berry's eyes darken, clouding over with lust, I smirk, leaning forward to shift her bra so I can capture one of her nipples in my mouth. Sucking in air, she gaps slightly as I flick my tongue over her mounds, chuckling when she grips my waist, yanking me forward before her hands disappear inside my boxer-briefs.

Tensing under her grip, I heave slightly when I feel her cold hands connect to my erection. "Shit, no teasing Zara." I pant, allowing her to pull me out of my confinements. Giggling, she begins smoothing her hands up and down my shaft, my breath hitching in my throat. I'm seriously gone right now.

Not able to take her slow torturous strokes, I push her hand away parting her legs and wrapping them around my waist as I position myself at her entrance. "Ju..." She moans her voice fading as she holds my shoulders for support.

"What?" I hiss, rubbing my fingertips over her folds and clit, making sure she's ready for me. Damn, she's wet. I guess I'm not the only one who's seriously turned on right now.

"Oh god." She cries out, tilting her head back, giving me ample access to her neck which I greatly accept by latching my lips onto her hot flesh before I begin pushing my way in, swiftly easing into her.

Gasping, Zara's eyes widen as I slide all the way in, and I tense at how tight she is as her body writhes under my hold. She's literally suffocating me. "Fuck..." I hiss, instantly setting my pace as she begins moaning and cursing under her breath. "Goddamn," I mutter, swallowing hard as my thrusts immediately pick up, wanting to get us over the edge as quickly as possible. We are certainly going to hell for this.

"Uh Ju...god, faster..." she moans and I oblige growling loudly when I feel her walls constrict around me. Grabbing a bunch of her skirt, I pull her forward to get better access, watching as her eyes roll to the back of her head with how deep I'm going. Shit that's hot. That's so fucking hot.

Leaning forward, Zara haphazardly pushes my jacket off my shoulders, groping at my abs through my shirt as I continue to work us both skillfully, my movements rough and powerful.

"Oh my god, don't stop Justin...." She cries out, leaning back on her elbows while I keep my death grip on her waist, watching as she heaves, feeling the blood rushing through my dick with each thrust I make - her hip movements matching mine.

Then the fucking phone rings...

Darting my eyes over to the device, I groan as I pick up speed smiling when Zara grips the edge of my desk to steady herself. I can feel the heat building in my system and my clothes are beginning to stick to my skin as I start to sweat lightly, but I really don't give a...

When the ringing doesn't stop I bend my head, cursing under my breath. "Shit, why now?" I snap, my voice deep and raspy.

"Do...don't...an...answer it." Berry mutters, completely zoned out.

"Fuck!" I belt, slowing down my speed while glaring at the shrilling contraption. "I have to answer it Zara. I'm the fucking boss." I snap.

"Ugh No!" Seating up, she looks at me, her eyes pleading for me not to stop and shit, I don't want to but I don't want anyone coming knocking on my door either.

"I'm sorry berry. I'll make it up to you I promise." I sigh. Slowing down significantly until my movements come to a halt, I grip her hips, lifting her up off the desk as I walk around to my seat still inside of her.

"Oh my god Justin, you really are crazy." Zara laughs, latching unto my neck as her legs remain wrapped around my waist snuggly.

"Shhh." I silence her, chuckling a little before I seat on my chair with her, picking up the phone and placing it to my ears, fighting to control my breathing.

Clearing my throat, I put on my best voice possible. "Hello?"

"Mr. Timberlake?" Looking over at Zara, I stumble over my words when she begins kissing and licking on my neck.

"You smell good." She whispers in my ears and I can already feel myself hardening again inside her.

"Mr. Timberlake..." The person calls out again and I quickly divert my attention back to the phone.

"Uh yes, Tameka?" I choke out, trying to stop what Zara's doing to me. "Berry stop." I whisper to her before I hear Tameka saying something else.

"Mr. Rowland is here to see Miss Gilmore. She wasn't in her office. Is she with you?" Tensing my muscles, I grip the phone tightly as my heart rate speeds up. Pushing her head back, Zara begins staring into my eyes confused by my sudden mood swap.

"Hold on a minute Tameka." I reply, placing the phone on hold.

Locking eyes with Zara, I lift her off me watching as she whimpers when I slide out. Standing, I fix my pants up over my waist, pinning the button and pulling up the zipper before I buckle my belt then straighten my tie silently. Groping at my bulge I groan a bit. I'm going to end up with blue balls after this. I just know it.

"Justin what's..."

"Jeremy is here." I reply indignantly, watching as Zara's brows furrow and she scoffs. "Fix yourself up." I order, moving around to grab my jacket before I return to the phone.

Taking off the hold button, I can hear Tameka talking to the asshole in the background. "Tameka."

"Yes sir."

"Tell Mr. Rowland Zara's not available right now. Ask him to come back before closing hours." I spit.

"But sir."

"That's all." I reply curtly, putting down the phone in the process. Yeah, I'm a jerk. That side of me will never completely leave sadly.

Clenching my fist, I finally look over at Zara who's still fixing her skirt and blouse.

"Ok, Justin. I'm not going to get angry with what you just did considering I can handle my own shit. But, I am going to ask you what the deal with Jeremy is because I need to know." Zara states calmly and I sigh, signaling for her to take a seat.

"Ok, alright. But promise me you won't get angry..."

"Why would I..."

"Promise Zara." I demand and she nods quietly.

"Who is he working for now?" I inquire curiously.

"Uh, some artist at Universal. Not too sure who exactly." She admits with a light shrug.

"Ok, so I think you already know he's an asshole but honestly that's not even what you should be worried about really...."

****

Hours later...

I'm so angry right now, I can't even breathe right. I'm thinking about running Jer over with my car. That's really not like me so this is serious. I can't even believe what Justin told me. I actually laughed in his face and told him he was lying but his eyes were so cold and his stare was unrelenting. I knew he was serious. I'm a little worried about Jer though. I'm wondering what kind of mess he's in. He never shows there is something wrong. He's always so well put together. But after hearing about him and Justin's little encounter I'm not too sure.

My mind began racing with all these thoughts, possibilities and scenarios. I'm wondering if that was the reason he had to leave LA earlier than the rest of us some time ago. This is some umbrageous bullshit I don't even want a part in. I care about him. I honestly do, but I can't keep putting myself and Justin through this. I can't keep doing this. I just...I just need to let Jeremy go for my own good. It's what's best.

We're supposed to be heading over to Malcolm's soon, so I'm excited to see my brother.

It's been a long day though. I'm not unaware of the strange glances I've been getting from my fellow co-workers either. Some of them expressed their feelings over what happened to my bother. Others just stared at me. Some of the women here even cut their eyes at me. It's a little unnerving but I'm ignoring it. I guess they feel Justin has taken some liking towards me since I got promoted and they didn't. But, they honestly don't need to know anything other than I'm Yolanda's PA and Justin's assistant now.

But damn it! Even Jeffery Rush was uncomfortable with me when I went into the cafeteria for lunch today. He sat with me and talked but he kept looking around at everyone who was just gawking. Ugh, people can be so frustrating to deal with sometimes I swear.

Shaking my thoughts away, I begin packing up my things in my office, getting ready to leave for the day. I honestly thought Jeremy would return but I haven't seen him. I really would like to know what's going on with that man.

Shutting off my pc, I grab my purse and stand just as I hear a knock on my door.

Voicing enter, I watch as Yolanda makes her way in with Justin in tow. Smiling brightly, I switch off the power supply for the computer and move around my desk to come over to them.

"Ready to head out?" Yol smiles and I nod my head, staring over at Justin who's just smiling sheepishly. He's too cute for his own good. I still can't believe I finally told him how I felt. I feel like such a weight has been lifted. I just hope things can work out from now on. I'm really fighting for this now. I'm so tried of being timid, helpless Zara who everyone can walk over. I guess I'm finally starting to grow a backbone. Who knew?

"I have a radio interview tomorrow." Yolanda adds in with a giddy shriek. "It's going to be fun."

"Yeah, her schedule is finally up to date and fixed." Justin adds in. "We're scheduled to travel to New York for Christmas into New years." He supplies, chuckling when my eyes grow wide.

"What!?" I ask excitedly. "Are you shitting me?"

"No!" Yolanda says with just as much enthusiasm. "I've been in Justin's office whole afternoon working everything out with him and Mr. Wright on the phone. It's going to be great girl. We just came to let you know we'll be having a telephone conference meeting with Mr. Wright tomorrow and a few other executives and my crew so, you have to be there." Yolanda hops up and down and I can't help but blush massively when I replay what happened in Justin's office this morning. Uh, we're so bad.

"O...ok." I supply, my gaze never leaving Ju for a second.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets and swaying a bit, Justin bows his head so Yolanda won't pick up on the fact that he has the biggest grin on his face I've ever seen. Laughing, I shake my head in amusement, ushering them out of my office as we make our way to the elevators.

When we're finally out of Tennman, I breathe a sigh of relief. I knew after what happened to my brother and Justin returning things would be tense but I never expected them to be this bad.

Rolling my eyes, I briskly walk towards Justin's Mercedes since I came here with him this morning. I'm beginning to think that was a bad idea. I honestly don't like people gossiping about me. I'm beginning to feel a little on edge with the entire ordeal.

"Zara, hold on girl." Justin calls out to my retreating form, as I hear the alarm on his ride shut off with a beep. Listening for when the doors unlock, I quickly hop into the passenger side slamming the door shut just as he and Yolanda make their way over.

Yolanda silently gets into the back seat and Justin enters on the driver's side before he brings the ride to life, his engine purring as he pulls out of his reserved parking spot and out the compound of Tennman Records' Orlando branch. Huffing, I push back in my seat, still angry over this whole Jeremy thing.

Stealing glances at me, Justin sighs before diverting his gaze to Yolanda in the rear view mirror. "Berry what's wrong now?" he enquires in a deep drawl. "We're going to see Malcolm now, so don't worry too much ok?" He tries to reassure me but I don't want to hear it. I'm just so conflicted.

"I'm fine." I snap staring out of the window as Justin gets unto the highway.

Sighing, Justin doesn't bother to say anything else. I think he knows to just let me have my space so I can get over this. Yolanda is awfully quiet back there but all that is forgotten when my cell goes off.

Grabbing the device out of my purse, I quickly press the talk button holding the phone to my ears.

"Jahzara?" Comes a smooth, light voice with a thick Caribbean accent.

"Aunt Patrice?" I gasp, clutching the phone tightly.

Justin snaps his head in my direction focusing on me and the road at the same time.

Ignoring his glances, I listen intently to what my aunt is saying. If Malcolm knew I contacted her, he'd flip. They don't exactly get along or see eye to eye. He even blamed her for our parents death when they got into an argument some years ago, causing her to leave in tears. I don't even want to think about any of that.

"Yes hi. How are you?" She asks - her voice emotionless. What did I expect really?

"I...I'm fine." I look over at Justin who's giving me a worried stare as he stops at a red light. I haven't even told her about Malcolm. She probably wouldn't care.

"Good, well, I got that information you wanted about Christian. He's actually in England right now. How can I get the information to you?" She quickly rattles out as I hear a boy talking and laughing in the background. I'm assuming it's her son Jordon. I've never even seen my little cousin. I'm starting to remember why I never bothered keeping in contact with her. She can really be a coldhearted bitch sometimes.

"Is that Jordan?" I ask nosily.

Patrice takes in a deep breath before she replies. "Listen Jahzara, you asked me for a favor. I did not call to make small talk. How can I get the information to you?"

Groaning, I push back in my seat ready to hang up the phone in annoyance. I just don't understand how our own relative can dislike us so much. What did we ever do to her? It doesn't make any damn sense. "Uh..." Stuttering over my words, I turn my head in Justin's direction when I feel him grab my free hand squeezing it reassuringly to calm my nerves. Giving him a weak smile, I inhale deeply before responding. "Just, send it to Tennman Records in Orlando, FL. You know where that is right?" I ask.

"Is that where you work?" She inquires uncaringly.

"Uh yes."

"Fine, I will find the address and mail it to you. I need to attend to Jordon now. Goodbye Jazzy..." And just like that the line goes dead.

Exhaling lowly, I pout at the nickname she called me. I haven't heard that name in years. That's what my dad use to call me. I remember that much about him. Feeling a wave of tears sting the back of my orbs, I quickly wipe at my eyes willing away the waterworks when Justin announces our arrival at the hospital. I'm a little nervous with seeing Dr. Lake too. I'm wondering what she told Justin or what he told her for that matter.

Looking out the window at the sign that reads "Orlando General Hospital," I smile brightly while Justin drives us over to the parking lot section, passing one of the ambulances on our way. However, my happy mood doesn't last long when we pass Jeremy's ride. It's a black BMW. He has a thing for BMWs. I'd know the license plate anywhere too.

Just perfect. I was hoping to not have to deal with him so soon. I guess it's now or never.

But, why do I feel like this isn't going to turn over well for any of us?

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