Tyler was everything I could ask for in a man. He was handsome, successful, and polite and he was there. No one expected him to go on tour for months at a time, no cameras followed him around on a daily basis. We had only been dating for a few months, but I’m content.
“Sounds good, hun! There’s no if’s about it. You and I will be celebrating next weekend because I know you’ll do wonderfully at the meeting.” Meetings, a 9-5 job, and dinner together almost every night. Tyler is predictable. *…and boring* No, he’s exactly what I need.
“Everything ok? You look worried.”
“No, it’s great…just daydreaming. Ty, this restaurant is awesome. My dinner is delicious!”
“Sara?” Shit. Shitshitshitshit.
“Justin…hi, what are you doing here?” This cannot be happening to me. Justin fucking Timberlake stood in all his beautiful glory right next to our table, slightly smiling at me and glaring at Tyler out of the corner of his eye.
“Uh, I was just here for a business meeting with Trace and some of the designers. I saw you on my way out and figured I’d come say hi. It’s been a while, huh?”
I see Tyler looking between the two of us confusedly. He recognizes the man standing at the table but has no idea how I, his girlfriend, knew the superstar. I had never mentioned Justin’s name in any conversation, much less the fact that I knew him. I can feel the blush creeping up the back of my neck, debating how to handle the present situation.
“Who’s your friend?” Well, guess I wouldn’t have to decide. Justin just made the decision for me.
“Justin, this is my boyfriend, Tyler Greene. Tyler, meet Justin Timberlake, an old friend of mine.”
I see Justin’s trademark cocky smirk spread across his face and the mischief dancing in his eyes. Thankfully, Tyler rises from his chair and sticks out a hand towards Justin.
“Hey man, nice to meet you.”
Justin grasps Tyler’s hand with a good deal of force behind it…no doubt trying to start some machismo battle over me. I could just picture it. They would tear of their shirts, beat their chests and grunt in anger at one another.
“Likewise.” Justin basically grits out, “I guess I’ll leave you two to your meal. Sar, call me sometime. We should…catch up. I miss you.” He leans down to place a soft kiss on my cheek, his breath fanning across my face slightly. He smells like a strange mixture of mint toothpaste and Jack Daniels. He’s totally, utterly, intoxicating. And he had to just throw that kiss in there, causing me to stutter out a quick goodbye while trying to catch my breath.
I watch him walk away confidently, a sly smile adorning his face. A smile of victory. No. Fuck that. He will not ruin my night. He will not make me question anything about my new life. He was never there for me when we were together, he can’t expect me to just drop my panties when he decides he’s ready to come around again.
Snapping out of my daze, I turn back to my beau’s questioning gaze. “Sweetie, I don’t want to pry because it really doesn’t matter too much…but what was that about?”
Taking a deep breath, I smile at him. “Well…Justin and I dated a few years back. I dumped him because he just was a cocky asshole that was never around. Everything came before me. I’m over it now though, so don’t let it bother you. I’m with you now and I couldn’t be happier.”
*Yes, I could*
“Good. I feel the same. How about we split a nice piece of marble cheesecake for dessert and then head back to your place?”
“Sure, I’m just going to run to the bathroom…but order it up!” Standing up, I smooth out my tight black dress and send a quick smile in Ty’s direction. “Be right back, hun.”
I rush into the bathroom, trying to catch my breath. Justin’s sudden appearance threw my entire being off. My legs are shaky, my breathing is shallow and most importantly, my center is flooded. Justin wasn’t the best boyfriend but physically, he knew every trick in the book. He pleased every inch of my body in the best way. We spent two years together and learned exactly what the other liked. We both had a tendency to be adventurous and although the love fizzled, the passion stayed as hot as the first time. Seeing him brought back every memory, of every orgasm, every thrust, every moan he offered me in those two years. Fuck.
After a few deep breaths, I check my appearance in the mirror, and head out of the bathroom door, running directly into a hard, very familiar body.
Gasping, my green eyes met his sapphires. “Justin…what are you doing? I thought you left.”
“Just tell me one thing, Sar…Are you happy with him?”
My eyes widen to the size of saucers. I cannot believe this shit. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes…I’m extremely happy.”
“Oh yeah?” I enthusiastically nod my head, placing my hands on my small hips, trying to prove a point. I watch, trying to seem unaffected, as Justin’s eyes skim down my body, from head to toe. Smiling appreciatively, he leans in towards me, placing his lips against my ear. “Does he fuck you as good as I did? Does he make you scream his name so loud your voice goes raw? Does he make you cum hard enough to see stars?” As he spoke, his hands find a place on my waist, running lower with each word, until they reach the hem of the dress. Two fingers slide softly up my inner thigh and over my soaked silk panties, putting a little extra pressure on my clit. Against the will of my head, my stupid mouth betrays me, letting out a gasp at the sound of his gravelly voice and the feel of his strong fingers. “That’s what I thought. Gimme a call…anytime you want, Sar. I’ll be waiting.” And once again, he walks away, leaving me completely lost.
Upon arrival back at the table, I offer a shaky smile to Tyler. “I’m sorry, hun. I’m not feeling too well. Would you mind just dropping me off at home?” It wasn’t a total lie, but I couldn’t bear to be around him tonight. After a date night, he would expect me to be somewhat intimate with him when we got home. And right now, that thought makes me sick.
“Thanks a lot for everything, Ty. I really did have a good time. I’m sorry I’m cutting our night short. I hope you understand.” I lean over the car’s center console, giving Tyler a soft kiss on the lips.
“Of course, Sar. You get to sleep and feel better. Call me tomorrow.” With his bright smile and a quick wave, I shut the car door and watch him pull away in his Ford Focus, slowly, cautiously.
*God, even his car is boring.*
Walking into my apartment, I drop my bag by the door and kick off my heels immediately. My first stop would have to be the freezer…Ben and Jerry were calling my name, loudly.
Plopping down on the couch with my ice cream, I flick on the TV and dig in. At least I am home in time for SNL. Savoring the cold, creamy flavor in my mouth, I find myself glaring at the television. Saturday Night Live was a rerun…currently, there’s a man dancing around in an egg suit singing something about Omelet-ville. Of course, it just had to be Justin’s episode. God hated me, officially. He was just chilling up in Heaven, laughing at me right now. Totally annoyed, I flick off the TV and sit in silence.
After a few more spoonfuls of ice cream, my eyes focus on the phone. His face hadn’t left my mind since he first approached the table. Everything about this is wrong, I knew that, but still…my hand reaches for the phone and my fingers dial those numbers I won’t ever forget.
“Talk to me…”
“J? It’s Sara…”
“Hey girl, I knew you couldn’t resist me. Lover boy couldn’t get it up or something?” Ugh, I can hear his victorious smile over the phone and want nothing more than to just fuck…um, rather…slap it off his face.
“No, he took me home and now I’m just chillin’ by myself.” Stupid, stupid, stupid. “What are you doin’?”
“Eh, I was just waitin’ for your call.”
His voice is like ecstasy…it fucks up all my senses, makes me dizzy with desire and also, slightly lowers my IQ.
“Oh…well, um…if you wanna come over, maybe we can catch up. Like you said, it’s been a while.”
“Be there in 15. Get it hot for me, girl.”
Before I could protest that he was not coming over to get laid, I hear the dial tone ringing back at me. I sit for another minute, debating what to do in the meantime. Suddenly, jumping up like something had bit me, I begin to rush around the apartment…straightening out the magazines on the coffee table, fluffing the pillows on the couch, clearing all of the unopened mail from the kitchen table. Scurrying into the bedroom, I pull up my comforter and tear off my sexy black dress, opting instead for a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt. In the bathroom, I gather all my make-up and hair products, shoveling them into my cosmetics bag, tucking it away in the closet. Giving myself a once over, I head back to the kitchen…pacing the tiled floor for a few moments until…
Knock-Knock-Knock
