chapter fifteen

I’m going to live with Justin Timberlake after the tour. Live with Justin in his home. We’ll have a home together. I’ll have a home.

I also have to say that Justin masturbating to me was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Ever. I was incredibly turned on, but he’s REALLY big and lately I’ve been a little sore from all the times we have had sex. Being curled up in Justin’s arms sure was a nice break until I’m back in working order.

It’s been a month now and we’re in Texas now and then were headed off to North Dakota. Layla is growing so fast and now insists on following me everywhere. Kind of like Justin. Funny how things turn out.

I’m going to get a massage today with Elizabeth. She flew out to Texas this morning and I’m just waiting for her to get out of the bathroom so we can go.

She emerges and grabs my hand, “Let’s go have fun!”

I squeal and get into the driver’s seat with Layla in the back, her face hanging out the window as Tony monitors everything.

“She’s so adorable. I can’t believe he bought you a dog for Christmas.

” “I know. I get to take her wherever I go.”

We park the car and go inside. The woman at the reception’s desk smiles and Tony goes up to her.

“Hi, party for two under the name Timberlake.”

“Right this way.” She says as Elizabeth and I follow her. We get undressed and lay on the tables provided.

“This is the life.” Elizabeth says.

“It’s a way of life to be pampered when you’re with Justin Timberlake. You mention his name and that your with him and people bend over backwards to accommodate me.”

“When we used to imagine our lives together and growing up with huge dreams, did you ever think that you’d be dating a celebrity that millions of girls want to sleep with?”

I smile, “Never in a million years. I have to tell you something though.”

“Oohh, what?” Elizabeth says, turning over to look at me.

“He asked me to live with him after the tour is over.”

“Are you kidding?” Elizabeth squeals, “As his girlfriend?”

“Yeah.” I say with a huge grin spreading across my face.

Our mousses come in and start working on our backs. Layla licks my fingers as my hand hangs down and I rub her head a little before she lays back down.

“I can’t believe he asked you. What did you say?”

“I said yes. I like being with him, you know? And he apparently likes being with me.”

Elizabeth raises her eyebrows, “You think you can open yourself up enough to be with him?”

The massage on my lower back is wonderful to the point I can barely concentrate on Elizabeth, “I want to. Besides, he managed to give me my first…. You know.”

“What?” Elizabeth says confused.

“You know, that thing I couldn’t do during my first job.” I trail off.

“He gave you one? I thought there was just something wrong with you.”

“Funny, real funny Elizabeth. But yes, he did.”

“And?” she enquires.

I hold back a smile, “Phenomenal. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.”

“He must be really good to get that kind of reaction from you.”

“He is.” I say as I try not to dwell on the images of him scrawling across my brain.

Elizabeth giggled as my cell phone begins to ring, “You want to get that?”

I search through my purse and answer the phone. I hear who it is and begin to talk, my blood going cold. I try not to show it but Elizabeth can see. My suspicions were confirmed.

Our massages come to an end and we both got dressed and went back to the hotel to hang out while Justin was off practicing and hanging out with Trace.

“So this is the penthouse. Very nice.”

“Thanks.” I say, pulling out a bottle of wine and pouring some into two glasses and handing one to Elizabeth.

She pulls up a seat on one of the chairs and I sit across from her. Layla hops up on the couch next to me and puts her head on my lap as I pet her.

“So how is everything in LA?” I ask.

“Everything’s good. I miss you obviously, but why don’t you tell me what’s really going on.”

“What are you talking about?” I lie.

Elizabeth gives me a knowing look, “Something’s the matter. I saw it on your face the moment you picked up your cell phone but I didn’t want to say anything with your bodyguard there. Don’t lie to me.”

My hand starts to shake and Elizabeth immediately puts her wine glass down and sits beside me, hugging my body, “Tell me what the matter is.”

“You have to keep it a secret for now, alright?”

Elizabeth nods slowly as I tell her what’s going on.

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After about four hours, Elizabeth has to catch a plane back home. I sit in the back seat with Bath as Rob drives us to the airport. She holds my hand the whole way and wipes tears away with the other.

I hug her goodbye as Elizabeth boards the plane and she hugs me back hard.

“You need to tell him.” She whispers.

“I will, I promise. Just give me time to let everything sink in.”

Elizabeth gives me one last hug and gets on the plane. I watch it take off and slowly walk back to the car. Rob drives us back to the hotel and I put the card into its designated slot and go into my room. Justin is sitting on the couch waiting for me.

“Baby, I thought you’d like to go out with Trace and Steph tonight so were all going out tonight to a club.”

I go over and kiss him, “Sure, whatever you want.”

Justin smiles and wraps his arms around me, “Were meeting them out front, so let’s go.”

I hold his hand and smile at him, though I don’t know how long I’ll be smiling for.

________________________________________________________________________ The club is pounding music out of the speakers and the people are dancing like crazy. Trace is leading Stephanie through the crowds and I follow Justin. We get our own private area and Stephanie grabs Justin’s hand and starts dancing with him. Trace sits down next to me and pulls me to him.

I let his body comfort me and I put my head on his chest.

“So how was your visit with Elizabeth?” Trace asks.

“It was short.” I say quietly.

“You must really miss her.” He comments.

“I miss her a lot.”

I clear my throat and Trace looks at me, “Are you okay?”

I put on my perfect smile, “Of course.”

Before Trace can say anything else, Stephanie and Justin return. Stephanie whispers in Trace’s ear as Justin pulls me on the dance floor. The beats run through my body and I move with his, following the rhythm he’s dancing to.

I hold on to him and he spins me around, grinding our bodies together. His eyes are so fixated on me it hurts on the inside. I don’t want to move my body from his and try to keep it as close to his as I possibly can.

He finds my lips and I literally become jelly in his arms. The song stops and we both just stand there for a minute. I break our stare and walk back to Trace and Steph as Justin catches up to me and wraps his arm around my waist.

“You two looked like you were having fun.” Stephanie says.

“Yeah, next time you have sex with your clothes on, don’t do it in front of me.” Trace scoffs.

I blush slightly and Justin chuckles, “Can I help that I’m attracted to my girlfriend?”

I try to smile and Trace grabs my arm, “Why don’t Summer and I go get something to drink for everyone and you guys keep dancing.”

“I can get something to drink for everybody.” Justin says.

“Yes, but your birthday is coming up and I want to talk to Summer about it.”

Trace grabs my arm and leads me enough away from the two of them so they can’t hear, “What’s going on, and don’t tell me nothing because by now, I know you better.

I start to tear up and Trace’s face becomes concerned, “Is it bad?”

I nod my head and lead him away from everyone and whisper everything into his ear. He hugs me hard, trying to comfort me, “It’s going to be okay. You haven’t told Justin have you?”

“No.” I say, shaking.

Trace bends over, trying to breathe, “I don’t know how he’ll react to the news.”

“I just need to deal with it myself before I tell him. I just don’t know how to tell him, but I’ll do it right after his birthday.”

Trace purses his lips and grabs the drinks as I follow him back to Justin and Steph. I pinch Trace as his mood has gone from happy to miserable. Justin is watching the dance floor, so he doesn’t notice Trace until he hands him the drink.

“Thanks man.”

Justin drinks the liquid and Stephanie sips hers, looking at it, “Justin, this is disgusting, would you mind if I had some of your?”

“Sure.” Justin hands her his drink as he looks for me.

“You ready to dance again?”

“Sure, lets go.”

Justin twirls me out to the floor and does a few moves by himself, things I’m really not capable of doing. Then he beckons for me and I do a few moves of my own that should really be done with a pole, but I try anyway. By the way Justin’s looking at me, it think he appreciates the moves just fine.

Trace pulls Stephanie out to dance and we all move until we can’t move at all. When the clock struck two am, Justin finally decided we could all go to bed. The limo pulls up and we climb in, laughing partly because of a story Stephanie is telling and partly because of the alcohol everyone but me has had. I’m swearing off the liquid until everything is over.

Trace and Stephanie are driving back to Tennessee, so we drop them off at the car.

“We’ll see you guys next week at Justin’s birthday party.” Trace says, trying to seem happy.

“Cool, I’ll see you soon man.”

Trace leans over and hugs me, squeezing my arm before letting go. I hug Steph goodbye and lean back into Justin’s arms.

“I bought you something the other day.”

I smile, “Oh really?”

Justin pulls out a package from underneath the seat. I open the package to reveal a book of Robert Frosts’ collected works.

“Thank you.” I say in awe.

“You’re welcome. I knew you liked poetry as well as literature.”

“Justin, this is my favorite poet.”

“Really?” he says surprised.

I nod, opening the book.

“Read me some.” He says.

I turn to my favorite poem and start to read-

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both. And be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other as just as fair and having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear though as for that, the passing there had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet, knowing how way leads onto way I doubted if I should ever come back I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence two roads diverged in a wood. And I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference.”

I close the book and look up at him. He pulls my face towards him and kisses me, “You need to read me more poetry.”

“Count on it.”

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