Summary: Gilda has always dreamed of meeting her “fantasy” better known as Justin Timberlake. So, when the opportunity arises and she wins a backstage pass to one of his concerts, she’s more than ecstatic that her dreams are finally coming true. However, those dreams are soon ripped apart when she realizes that the man who she idolized is nothing more than a self-absorbed, uncaring and arrogant individual.
Contains: Angst, Drama, General
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Part 1
I sit on the beige couch waiting patiently, twirling my necklace nervously as I watch all these people rush past me belting orders and demands. I look down at the cross pendent on my chain noticing the uncanny resemblance to the cross tattooed on his left arm. I glance up when I hear my name being called.
“Gilda? Justin will see you now. He’s on a very tight schedule, so a few pictures and autographs are all you can obtain.” The woman is decked in a maroon three piece pant suite and she’s scanning a clipboard clutched tightly in her hands. I’m thinking she’s his personal assistant or something along those lines. I nod feeling nauseous and a hint of panic surges through my system.
Standing and brushing my hands against my fitted black tube top, I follow the woman out of the waiting room. She leads me down a brightly lit hallway adorned with doors on either side. There are still people flooding back and forth between us like their heads are cut off. I find it amusing, and realize I’d never want such a hectic lifestyle, no matter how well it pays. Then again, everyone has their price.
My thoughts are cut short when we stop at a door with a bight gold star on it. I gaze at the back of the woman’s head curiously when I see her flipping through the note pad attached to her clip board. “Ok Gilda.” She voices, stepping away from the door to smile at me. “Go in, have fun, I’ll be back in twenty to twenty-five minutes.” She informs and walks off, leaving me alone. Well, I’m not sure if that’s how her job works, but she must be too busy to give any introduction here. I wave at her in a bit of a daze then divert my attention to the door.
Inhaling sharply, I read his name above the star and I instantly feel the urge to run off in the opposite direction screaming. I clutch the long rope chain hanging around my neck, tracing my thumb over the words that read “backstage pass” on the attached card. I never thought I’d be here, but I guess it pays to know almost everything there is to know about Justin and his life, because that knowledge won me the radio contest earlier in the day which landed me in my current situation.
I can hear people on the other end laughing and talking. I can also hear music…hmm sounds like a party is going on in there. I suck up my nerves and bang on the door loudly, unsure of the volume level to the music these people are listening to. I’m wasting my twenty minutes standing behind this door anyway.
As I’m about to pound on the wooden barrier again from lack of response, the door swings open, and my five foot eight frame is greeted by a man who’s clearly shorter and stumpy in height. I smile at him sweetly but he just smirks at me.
“You Gilda?” He enquires, eyeing me up and down.
“Yes I am!” I beam excitedly, glad that they’ve already been informed and expecting me.
“Hmm…ahhh you can pass I guess. Your olive skin is a little pale and maybe you could cut that long brown hair but Justin’s not one to complain much when he doesn’t get to pick the girls for backstage passes himself.” The guy tells me, still undressing me with his eyes.
Ok, so I’m a bit baffled by this statement. What is he talking about? My eyebrows furrow in confusion but before I can respond he’s pushed to the side and I finally come face to face with my “fantasy”.
“Out of the way Trace, she’s here for me, not you.” He slurs, gazing down my figure while licking his lips. “Nice skirt” He mocks, before locking eyes with me. “So, you’re the contest winner?” He smirks at me and I shudder. The man is too fine for his own good.
“Uh, yes.” I blurt out in a high squeak. Not very flattering but what can you do? I’m star struck here.
“Humph, come in beautiful.” He smiles sweetly at me and pulls me in, shutting the door behind us.
I finally gaze at my surroundings and I’m more than shocked when I see the amount of alcohol in this dressing room. There are mountains of empty beer cans and I can tell, by the dilated look in Justin’s eyes, he’s been drinking. What really catches my attention is the stripper pole to the side of the room. There are scanty clad women dancing around, with barely any thing left to the imagination. Wow, the guy is a party freak or something. His entourage of at least forty persons all look intoxicated, and he’s left me alone standing here in the middle of the room, while a dirty blonde straddles his lap and whispers into his ears.
Now, I know I should be more than ecstatic that I’m meeting my favorite artist but this is ridiculous. Technically, this is not what I had in mind. I can feel my temper rising and I casually strut over to where he is sitting. He looks up at me with irritation because I’ve interrupted his flirting session.
I clear my throat nervously, choosing my words carefully so he’s not pissed off any more than he already is. “Uh, Justin? I just wanted to say that it’s a pleasure to meet you and…” He cuts me off, pushing the woman off his lap and standing abruptly to face me.
“And what ‘Gilda?'” He stresses my name. “And you wanted to know if you could have a few pictures, a few autographs, Oh I don’t know…maybe a lock of my hair to sell on ebay or better yet, you hope I fuck you and fulfill all your girlish fantasies?” He yells in my face. “Because I’ve heard all this before. I’m used to the praises, and frankly they are getting old. So I’ll tell you what. I’m leaving soon, so I’ll grant a few of those wishes and we can be on our way. This is a clear waste of my time. Trace grab me a CD over there and a pen will you?” Justin motions to Trace then stares at me with heated eyes.
Ok, I’m thinking that he either woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning or he’s the biggest asshole to grace this planet. Clearly, he’s not the nice, loving, kind soul they make him out to be. Maybe he’s only sweet like that with people he knows and loves. I guess everyone else is a burden. I want so badly to cuss him out right now, for disrespecting me and embarrassing me in front these strangers but I decide to do the mature thing and brush it off.
“Actually, no thank you Justin. I change my mind.” I simply state. I see the glimmer of astonishment in his eyes but he hides it quickly.
“Excuse me? Isn’t this what you want Gilda? I had to listen to my planner ranting my head off about you today. She grinded your name in my head since I’ve had occasions when I forgot my fans names and supposedly crashed their spirits or whatever. Obviously, you came here expecting something…I mean if I recall the contest was testing how much you knew about me, so if you won, then you’re obviously here for a reason and that reason is to meet me and get your fairy tale ending or some shit.” He hisses, taking the CD from Trace.
This Justin Timberlake is not what I had in mind. Frankly, I’ve lost my thrill of meeting him and the more I stand here listening to him, the more I realize that he’s just some jerk of a guy. The only difference is he’s got money and fame behind his name, but even that doesn’t substitute for his nasty attitude. Sucking up my nerves, I yank the CD out of his grasp and toss it to the other side of the room. It flies over Trace’s head and shatters on the wall. I hear him call me a bitch, but I block that out because Justin is seething.
“What the fuck is your problem Gilda?” He snaps, glaring at me.
“I told you I changed my mind. I thought it would be great to meet you, but you’re nothing but a big ass jerk. I regret meeting you because guess what….you’re waste of my time.” I spit and turn around to leave, yanking off the backstage pass and tossing it to the floor. I don’t make it to the door, because I feel Justin grab my arm to turn me around.
“Everyone leave NOW!” he shouts to his entourage and hussies. His bodyguard walks up to him wearily.
“But Justin…”
“Not now Mike, you take everyone out on the bus. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave. Just leave now.” He orders. His bodyguard must know better than to argue because he agrees. I mean seriously, all he needs is to smack some manners into the guy.
Everyone files out, leaving Justin and me alone. I glare at his tight grip on my arm then stare into his blue eyes that are laced with anger. I smirk at him. He’s still fine though…
“Would you please let me go, before I accuse you of abuse or harassment or something?” I speak in detest.
“You know, you have some nerve coming in here and disrespecting me in front of my people like that.” He sneers, finally letting go of my arm.
“What? Are you kidding me? They are the ones disrespecting you by allowing you to be so loose. Are you forgetting you have a reputation to protect? What do you do for people who meet the real you to stay quiet?” I inquire. I’m clearly wondering if I’m just unlucky, because I’ve never read any article slandering Justin in that aspect. He’s always so pleasant and nice. And even when he blows up it’s for a good reason so, no one looks down on him.
“Simple. I give them what they want.” He smirks, walking over to a bottle of Remy Martin.
“Oh really? Well there is nothing you could give me to make me shut up about this incident. Your fans would be stunned. Anyway I’m leaving.” I turn to leave but he calls out to me.
“I’m sure we can think of something ‘Gilda’ don’t you agree?” He walks over with two glasses and hands me one.
I gaze at him before grabbing the glass out of his hand. “Well can you grow some respect and manners? Because if not, I’m leaving.” I shoot.
“That’s too easy. Listen I’ll be frank with you. I don’t give a fuck about who you are or what you say. What I know is that you’re here to meet me so I obviously did something right huh?” He smiles cockily at me.
“No thanks Justin. I’m seriously leaving now.” I hand him back the glass and strut over to the door. I swing it open to be greeted with the same woman who brought me here earlier. “Oh hi.” I smile meekly at her.
“Hi, I hope you had fun, well Justin has to leave now, so I’ll let one of the guards escort you out of the arena.” She states.
“Yeah, sure.” I bow my head and move to leave but Justin comes up behind me.
“Monica give us another half hour” Justin demands.
“But Justin.”
“But Monica.” He mocks her with a warning glare. “Half an hour. I’m sure you can bend the schedule around that.” And with that he slams the door in her face. I swear the man is a total prick to people.
“Shit, you don’t have to be so heartless with people.” I spin around to stare at him curious as to why he wants me to stay longer.
“You’re wondering why I want you to stay?” He asks knowingly ignoring my previous statement.
“Enlighten me” I smirk, walking over and taking a seat on the couch.
“I guess you’re the first person who ever built enough balls to talk back to me the way you did. But don’t make it a habit.” He chuckles, coming to seat next to me.
“You need a reality check Justin.” I state, staring around the empty room.
“Well, I was thinking maybe we could get to know each other better. Now I’m all interested and shit.” He muses.
“Wow, flattering that you chose to taint almost a solid compliment with the word shit.” I giggle. “But I’ll give you a C for effort.”
“Aww common, so what would I have to do to make that an A?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and moves in closer.
I’m instantly aware of what he’s thinking and as much as I’d love for this to be real, he’s intoxicated and bitchy like he has pms. This is not the “fairy tale ending” according to him that I wanted.
“Forget it Justin. I’m not sleeping with you.” I snap. “I mean heaven only knows how many women you’ve slept with. I don’t want to catch anything.” I add for good measure, my hazel orbs locking onto his blues.
“Oh really? Because I’m thinking that you do want to sleep with me. I’m saying this because you’d not chose such a revealing and easy access outfit if you didn’t.” He winks, and drinks in my attire. I gulp down and move away from him, but he follows me.
“So tell me Gilda. What can I do for you today?” He asks while rubbing his rough palms over my bare thigh. I shiver at his touch wanting this so badly, but I know that never in a million years will I let him have the satisfaction of calling me another conquest to pin on his wall of whores. But, I can play along and make this interesting right?
“Hm…Well I’ll be blunt. I want you to fuck me Justin. Hard and rough.” I coo, smiling when I see his shocked yet excited expression. I lean forward and crash my lips unto his soft pink lips. My face contorts in disgust when I taste the alcohol and cigarette smoke he’s consumed. However, I push those thoughts to the back of my mind and instantly straddle his waist.
“Yeah…that’s what I’m talking about. I knew you couldn’t resist.” He growls, before plunging his tongue down my depths. I have devious thoughts running through my mind now. Oh Mr. Timberlake if you only knew.
I yelp, when he grips my tight ass, snaking his hands underneath my skirt. He begins groping me and I’m seriously getting turned on by this. I run my hands over his head and down to his chest, yanking his t-shirt over his head. I stare at his toned abs and sigh at all the things I’d love him to do to me.
In a matter of minutes, Justin has reclaimed control and is now hovering over me on the couch sucking at my exposed nipples. I writhe under him moaning his name. I can hear him groan each time his arousal rubs over my inner thigh through his jeans. I pull his head away from my breast and attack his lips yet again. Both our breathing is labored but that won’t last long if I can help it.
“Mmm…tell me how you want it Gilda.” He coxes, with a low, raspy voice. I love that his tone is dripping with desire. It makes this all the more enjoyable.
I look up into those misty blues getting lost in their depths. “Let me show you baby.” I purr, pushing Justin off me. He sits down on the couch starting at my every move. Mischief and curiosity plays on his features and I just smile sweetly at him. I straddle his waist yet again, but this time I make sure that my hot center is pressed against his throbbing member. Justin shuts his eyes tightly and lets out a slight whimper because of his constraints. I grind my hips into him while placing butterfly kisses on his neck, and continue my assault for several minutes.
When he can’t take more, he grips my waist to stop me. “Fuck Gilda, quit teasing me babe.” He groans. “I want you so bad.” He mummers and kisses me once again while groping my breast.
“Mmm…I bet you do Justin.” I respond, grabbing his hands to stop. I stand from my seating position and pull my tube top back up over my exposed breasts. I smooth out my skirt and dark brown hair before I lock eyes with him. He’s frozen in place wondering what I’m doing.
“Gilda what the fuck are you…”
“Hold up Timberlake.” I raise my hand to stop him. He gets up to approach me and sucks in a deep breath while gripping his manhood. He’s clearly in pain and needs a release and I find that amusing.
“You my friend are getting a dose of your own medicine. So how does it feel?” I ask him, while gathering my things to leave.
“What!?” He yells exasperatingly while rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. “How does what feel?” He takes a step towards me but I back up to the door. His sexual frustration isn’t going to make this easy.
“To get played. Or in your case…rejected.” I smirk, and then swing the door open to leave.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” He shouts with fury. “You can’t be serious. Please tell me this is a joke.” He begs. “How the fuck can you come in here and do me like this?” His shock is wearing off and the angry Justin is rearing his ugly head. Shit, I need to get out of here.
“Maybe next time you’ll tell your friend to be careful with the type of information he divulges to people. I finally understood what he meant about how you distribute backstage passes. No wonder it’s hard to get them and they are always supposedly sold out. So tell me Justin, how do you pick your prey? I clearly wasn’t a choice since I won it from a contest. But I’m betting you just fuck your contest winners once they are of age huh?” I shout, and turn to leave but he rushes up to me and grips my arm.
“Listen you little bitch. How I handle my shit is none of your business so I’d appreciate it if you kept your snide comments to your fucking self.” He hisses.
“Oh that’s nice Justin. Real nice. But guess what? If the world knew the real you, they’d reconsider voting you on the top 10 charts every week.” I yank my arms out of his grasp and stare at the pass on the floor where I dropped it earlier. I pick it up, studying it intently.
“Oh is that right? I assume you know the real me? You don’t know shit sweetheart.”
“Yes I do.” I glare at him with detest. “Because that backstage pass is a glimpse into the life of who you really are and you know what?” I spit.
“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” He smirks and folds his arms across his bare chest.
“You’re nothing but a sex whore and an alcoholic, and if there was a next time, I’d pass up the opportunity of meeting you twice. Goodbye Justin and good ridden.” I look at his shocked expression. I guess I offended him, but I’m not sticking around to find out. I whip around and storm down the hallway when I hear him call out to me.
“You wouldn’t survive a next time! Fucking Bitch!” He yells, and then I hear the door slams shut. I let out a weary sigh and avoid the questionable glares of the crew members.
On my way out of the back area, I walk into his assistant Monica. I hear her yell into her cell before snapping it shut. She looks up and notices me. Smiling, she walks over and pats my back lightly. “Hey I hope you had fun. You must be really special or Justin must have taken a liking to you because this is the first time he has ever asked any fan to stay longer than the allotted time since I’ve worked with him.” She states.
“And how long have you worked with him?” I retort, feeling slightly uncomfortable from the previous incident.
“Five years.”
“Oh.” I respond. “Well I should get going. Bye…” I state then begin to walk away but I remember the pass in my hands.
“Hey Monica?” I call to her.
“Yeah?” She responds.
“I won’t be needing this.” I hand her the backstage pass and she stares at me oddly.
“But it gets you into his other two concerts and after parties that he’ll be having in Miami next week. It was supposed to be a surprise for him. He doesn’t know all the details of the contest. He just thought it was this one time deal. But I’m supposed to inform him after your first meeting with him.” She reasons.
“Oh it’s ok, give it to someone else or the person who came in second. Truth is, I honestly don’t think I’ll survive another encounter with Justin. And I’ve taken those words from a wise yet stupid person.” I muse, remembering what his last phrases to me were.
“Uh well, ok I guess.” She hesitantly grips onto the pass then looks up at me. “I’m sorry Gilda.” Her expression softens immensely.
“What for?” I ask.
“Need I explain?” She retorts and I nod knowing exactly why she’s apologizing.
“It’s ok.” I reply while smiling.
“If it’s any consolation, you’re also the first girl who’s left his dressing room tear free and in tact.” She giggles.
“Wow, I guess I have a lot to live up to then.” I joke. “Well bye Monica.” I wave to her before she turns and heads down the hallway to the nightmare that is Justin Timberlake.
I make it out to the parking lot of the quiet arena and hop into my ride. As I pull out of the grounds, a single tear rolls down my cheek when I replay the night events in my head. He seemed so different on stage. Then again, things aren’t always what they appear to be. I scold myself that Monica’s compliment is in vein, but she doesn’t need to know that I want to cry like Justin’s other victims. Shoot I’d beat his ass if I didn’t think he’d overpower me in a matter of minutes. If anything, I need to remember that when offered a backstage pass, bring back up…
Part 2
It’s not like me to dwell on past events but the last week of my life has been hell. My girlfriends kept hounding me about my meet and greet with the big shot star and I had to lie about it.
I said I wasn’t going to, but something prevented me from sharing my encounter with them. I guess I didn’t want to say how I seduced Justin then left him hanging that basically made him flip.
Now I’m here at some nightclub in Miami that I’ve never been to with my best friend Valerie. She insisted we take some time off to let out the steam of our crazy college lives at UCF.
Yeah, well, I agreed. It was either that, or I remained in my dorm room working on a paper for my accounting class. Obvious choice right? Yeah I know.
So we finally enter the nightclub and I wonder if this is a club at all. It hardly has any people which is really weird since we’re in Miami on a Saturday night.
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” I shout over the music to Valerie. I can see the perplexed look on her face which means she’s wondering the same thing.
“Uh I think so.” She walks over to the bar and decides to order us some shots of tequila. I take a seat next to her, actually feeling the blast of the air condition circulating through the room.
“Slow night huh?” She asks the bartender as he hands us our drinks.
“Not really! The club is off limits tonight due to a celebrity’s request. He only wanted close friends and family so he rented the place out.” He responds before going over to serve someone else.
Both Valerie and I look at each other strangely. What was he talking about anyway? There was no one at the door….but when I looked over to the entrance I noticed three overly huge men standing there.
“Hey they weren’t there before!” I tell Valerie.
“I guess we got lucky then.” She giggles, downing her shot and looking at the bouncers interestingly. “Wonder who the celeb is.” She adds, clearly not interested to really find out.
“Hi you ladies with the entourage?” I look over Valerie’s shoulder and notice a tall handsome man eyeing us intently. He’s definitely cute with his curly black hair and hazel brown eyes. Hmm…Latinos are so hot….I swear.
Valerie turns to glare at him and smiles sheepishly, flipping back her dark blonde hair. “I guess we are!” She lies, receiving a death glare from me. I’m so not in the mood to be kicked out of this club tonight.
“Val, maybe we should just go.” I suggest, but she waves me off.
“Don’t be stupid Gilda. Loosen up and have some fun.” Diverting her attention to the Latino guy she winks at him invitingly. “Wanna dance?” She inquires and I see him nod before he takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor.
“Lighten up!” She yells at me, before I’m left alone at the bar. This is just great. Like seriously. I just shrug this whole incident off and decide that I don’t care anymore. I’ll listen to her….I’ll let lose for the fun of it. There aren’t many people around so what was the harm?
“Hey tender, make me an incredible hulk will you?” I ask politely. He nods and he proceeds to prepare my favorite drink, a mixture of Hennessey and Hypnotic.
I love that drink. It’s obvious why they call it the hulk. The liquid turns green when those two drinks are mixed and it tastes spectacular once it’s done right. He returns with my drink and I gladly accept it.
Maybe this isn’t so bad. I mean it’s better than staying home right? I’m enjoying this.
It’s not long before I feel the buzz from my alcohol intake. I’m not much of a drinker and with five hulks later, it’s safe to say that I’ve had my fix for the night. Standing has never been so difficult, but I give myself props for not falling over in my heels.
Maybe I should dance to sweat this out, but first, the bathroom calls.
Rushing over, to the sign that reads ladies room, I enter and decide to relieve myself before I fix my makeup in the mirror, then finally exit wondering exactly how I’m going to enjoy the rest of the night.
Barely making ten steps out of the hallway to the dance floor someone rudely decides to bump into me, almost sending me crashing to the ground.
“Watch your clumsy ass.” I hear them sneer, never looking back. What an asshole. I regain my balance and yell over the noise to the inconsiderate bastard that almost pummeled me.
“Whatever you arrogant jackass!” I shout, noticing the person stop dead in their tracks. Uh oh, maybe this was a bad idea.
“Excuse me?” I hear them belt, before they turn and storm towards me. So I was right about me snapping at the mouth being a bad idea.
As if this night couldn’t get any worse, my hazels finally connect with a pair of familiar blues and I can see the recognition of who I am dance across his features. The coincidence of it all is revolting and I want nothing to do with this.
Then I remember what Monica said about his concerts and after parties. Just great, even without the stupid pass I still end up in his radar. If I had known, I wouldn’t be here. Talk about being unlucky or maybe fate has a terrible plan for me….
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? The little she devil herself.” He smirks, eyeing me down, undressing me with his eyes.
I fight the urge to gag. Is there anything else on this guy’s mind other than sex?
“Oh no. This is not happening.” I groan. “Look, I’ll just pretend like it’s not you and I’m going to leave.” I turn to leave but I hear him release a throaty chuckle.
“Yeah please do. I can’t even believe I’m seeing you here. How the fuck did you get in anyway? Couldn’t get enough of me huh? No matter because you’re clearly a waste of sperm.” He snaps.
I want so badly to slap him right now. Why does he have to be so cruel? Flipping around against my better judgment, I glare at him for a moment wondering if I should entertain this conversation. My loose tongue isn’t going to let me walk away. I blame my alcohol consumption for this.
“Listen you mentally retarded waste of space who thinks the whole world revolves around you…” I pause when his eyes grow wide from my insult. I can see his temper rising and I’m glad.
“You think I like you? No Justin. You are a waste of fame and money. I don’t know how you made it this far anyway. I guess you fucked your way to the top…” I giggle haphazardly as I sway from my intoxication.
A moment ago it looked like he was going to explode, but now he’s just staring in silence, taking in every word I’m spewing. Gazing intently, he scratches at his head in thought almost battling with his choice of words. What the….
“You’re drunk.” He finally voices, not amused at the situation.
“How much did you drink?” He asks again, almost seeming concerned. Wow, the little shit head actually displays some caring human emotions?
“Fuck you!” I slur and turn to leave, but he grabs me and pulls me towards him.
“Gilda right?” He’s staring into my eyes, his gaze significantly softening.
“Wow, should I be impressed that you remember me?” I sneer, trying to get out of his grasp.
“No, but, then again you did leave quite the impression.” He chortles. “Now, how much did you drink? Because you look like you’re on the verge of passing out. And that is not a good thing.” He reasons.
Did I step into a twilight zone? Is Justin Timberlake actually worried about my health? I must be hallucinating.
“Why do you care?” I snap, feeling my head spinning.
“I don’t…well I didn’t. But, I don’t want you dying from alcohol poisoning on my watch.” He replies, still keeping his hold on me. Truth is, he’s probably what’s keeping me standing right now, because I know that task would be difficult on my own.
“Whatever Justin. Just leave me alone.” I growl, moving away from him, almost toppling over.
“Wow there girl.” He stops me from falling flat on my face and I’m grateful. Sighing, he places his arms around my waist to help me walk.
He carries me up a flight of stairs into some secluded room, away from the loud music and lingering bodies. Placing me to lie down on a nearby couch, I see him leave, then return seconds later with a glass of water.
This is like déjà vu’ back at his dressing room a week ago. Only this time, I’m the one who’s drunk. Oh bitter sweet twist of fate, why do you torture me so? This is so wrong…
Sitting next to me, he keeps observing me with those gorgeous blue eyes. “Drink this.” He hands me the glass of water but I smack it away.
Shaking his head at me he opts to say something….like I care what he has to say. “You know, it’s hard to like you, but at the same time it’s difficult to hate that feisty attitude Gilda.” Justin pushes back some strands of hair from my face and places the glass to my lips. I give in and take some big gulps feeling the soothing cold liquid slide down my throat.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask clearly confused by his sudden kindness.
“I don’t know. I guess I see something in you I like and can’t hate. Besides, you put up a good fight with me. I admire that you have the guts to stand up to me and I respect that.” He admits.
“uh ok.” I’m lost and don’t know what to make of that. This man has done a complete 180 on me.
“Just stay here and rest. I’ll be back.” He gets up to leave and I suddenly feel needy.
“Justin?” I pull on his white long sleeved shirt forcing his attention to me. He turns and shakes his head indicating he’s listening.
“Don’t go.” I pull him to seat next to me and I soon straddle his waist, my jeans skirt riding up my thighs.
“What are you doing Gilda? Haven’t you done enough to me? Or didn’t you remember how you fucked me up?” His curious eyes can’t help but travel down my features and I’m mentally screaming at myself to stop this craziness, but before I can refrain I crash my lips unto his own.
I hear him moan despite his protest and he soon gives in, gripping my waist tightly.
Suddenly breaking the kiss, Justin pulls back and stares at me with a questionable glare. “You sure you want to do this? I mean you’re kind of drunk and I’m not going to get blue balls again am I?”
His statement makes me giggle and I nod in agreement. “Yeah I do. You’re not so bad now that you seem somewhat human.” I half-joke.
“Wow, thanks!” He beams in a sarcastic tone. “But I must say, you sure are gorgeous. And I still want you just as bad as the last time.” He coos, licking his lips seductively, before he begins nibbling on my neck. His hands snake their way under my fitted black top resting firmly on my lower back.
“Hmm…then you can have me if you promise to be nice from now on.” I retort, shutting my eyes tightly at the contact of his warm lips on my skin.
I hear him smirk then lift his head to whisper in my ears, his hot breath sending me on overdrive. “Ok, you have a deal if you promise the same.”
“Sure…” I barely get out, completely engulfed in this man’s touch and intoxicating sent.
“Good…now tell Justin how you like it.” He growls, flipping us over, so he’s now on top of me resting snuggly between my legs as we lay on the couch groping and ravishing each other.
I know this is wrong and I’m maybe going to regret it in the morning when I’m sober, but for now I’m too caught up in my desire and drunkenness to really care. Besides, it’s Justin Timberlake. I know I may sound shallow, but how could I possibly pass up this opportunity twice in a row?
Part 3
Stretching has never felt as good as it feels now. The tired, placid feeling that engulfs my senses makes me smile to myself happily. I can still feel a hint of drowsiness lurking behind my shut eyes, but that doesn’t stop me from opening them to focus in on my surroundings.
With a few blinks, my blurry vision is cleared up and I’m now surveying my surroundings intrigued by my findings. I see large glass windows hidden behind beautiful blue patterned curtains where the sunlight is slightly peeking through. A large plasma screen television adorns the concrete designed mantel above the fireplace. Moving my eyes swiftly around the room, I notice the plush leather sofa and mahogany vanished table decorated with a fresh vase of floral assortments.
I’m thinking how luxurious this new environment is compared to my dorm room back at UCF when I hear him groan beside me. Surprisingly I forgot that I wasn’t alone if only for a split second.
Now my mind is racing and I can feel my heartbeat significantly increase as I’m bombarded with memories of the previous night. I must say, I can’t help the large grin that’s plastered on my face at this moment. Maybe it wasn’t the low sensual music, candlelit, petals upon the comforter type ‘fairy tale’, but hey, there was some…music and hell, who am I kidding?
I slept with Justin Timberlake last night and I’ll soon be paying the consequences of my guilty pleasure. I can’t really blame the alcohol here. I wanted this just as bad if not more than the first time I met him. I guess being partly drunk made things easier since I could toss all moral values to the wind. But now…..oh now I’m wondering if he’ll be so considerate as I’m sober.
I remember some of the night’s events. Not all…but some. Like when he slowly took out every article of clothing on my body and allowed his luscious lips to grace and explore every curve. I swear on my grave that man has a tongue out of this world.
I even remember when we were both naked and the way he looked at me just before he filled up my insides. I didn’t understand the gaze then, and I don’t understand it now, but there was something different about him. Or maybe I’m kidding myself? The point is, I never had anyone work me the way he did, sending me on cloud nine in a matter of minutes. And he was gentle too…can you believe it? Yeah weird I know, considering we were at each other’s throats moments before…
“Gilda?” His groggy voice is really sexy as he interrupts me from my thoughts.
“Uh huh?” Is all I manage to get out because I’m dazed right now, lost in my sinful actions of last night.
“Why are you up? What time is it? Go back to sleep.” He groans, turning over to face me as his left arm drapes over my bare stomach. I glance down at his tattoo and instinctively play with the cross pendant on my chain. It was a gift from my dad before he died two years ago and I’ve never taken it off since.
A warm smile graces my features. “I can’t go back to sleep. It’s after 7 in the morning and I have to leave Justin.” I move his hands off me as I hear him protest.
“Why?” He mutters, his eyes finally opening to stare at me intently. Damn, those perfect blues should be illegal. I guess I have a fetish for eyes…I don’t know really.
“I have a huge paper to write due Tuesday and it’s already Sunday. I need to get started.” I respond, moving the covers off my naked frame and standing in all my glory.
He cocks his head to the side while licking his lips. Pushing himself up, he’s now in a seating position on the bed, his back resting against the headboard as the covers conceal his most private area. Rubbing at his bare chest he yawns loudly, causing a chain reaction in me.
“What school do you go to?” He inquires, still staring at me like he’s drilling into my soul or something.
“UCF.” I blankly reply, gathering my belonging that are literally scattered all around the room. While I’m getting myself together, I remember that his bodyguard was the one who took us back to his hotel suite last night. And if I’m also right, we were all over each other from the time we left the club, to the time we got here. Damn. Then I remember Valerie and know that I’m going to hear an earful from her because I ditched her.
“So, what do you say….” He’s standing now, walking over to me as my eyes travel up and down his godly physic. “How about you take a shower with me, and then I drop you home?” he suggests.
I’m now plagued by a million thoughts wondering Justin’s motive. “Justin no disrespect or anything, but why are you still so nice to me?” I ask, not sure if I really want to know the answer.
He smiles, an overly confident smile, but I’ll not say he’s being cocky just yet. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. “Because I like you Gilda. Isn’t it obvious?” He glaring now, looking at me like I’m stupid and I should have already known this.
“Uh…well…not really. Is that the only reason?” I enquire, grabbing a nearby robe and wrapping it around myself. The air inside this suite is too cold for comfort.
Justin shrugs and does the same, covering up his birthday suit to my displeasure. “Well, I guess your defiance is a major turn on for me. It’s so boring when I’m graced with the same type of women who turn out to be easy and pushovers just because of who I am.” He glides over to the bathroom swinging the door open and I follow close behind. That cocky and arrogant side is seeping through and I’m starting to get just a little turned off.
“What are you really saying Justin?” No more beating around the bush. I’m tired, I have a hangover that I’m successfully ignoring and the other Justin is rearing his ugly head.
“Ok, basically if I didn’t like you or thought you were of any use to me, I would have kicked you out by now. In fact, you wouldn’t even be here. I would have just fucked you at the club and left you there seriously.” His blue orbs are fixated on my hazels as his stare immensely darkens.
I think it’s safe to say that I just got a kick in the ass and I’m beginning to feel the painful realization of regret. Oh man…this is not good.
“I see. Well then, I should be leaving now.” I muster up as much courage as I can to not burst into tears. I knew this would be a mistake. I knew I was going to regret this, but I was too stupid and caught up to care. Well I’m certainly paying for it now.
Before I even make it out the door, Justin grabs my arm forcefully and I’m thinking he really needs to stop doing that.
“Gilda, I’m being honest here. You have something that most girls I come into contact with don’t have. You have a fire…and spunk about you that I like. That’s why you’re still here. Because you challenge me and give me a run for my money. I’ll admit it’s really hard to have a good comeback when you snap at the mouth. You’re so witty and you don’t care that it’s me you’re criticizing. You treat me just like you would any other regular asshole.” He chuckles lightly and I’m still wondering which Justin is really there.
“I thought you…” But he cuts me off instantly.
“I’m sorry for the way I treated you ok? I really am. And I’m not going to look at what happened last night and judge you on it. You were drunk and I took advantage.” He’s so cute when he’s sincere. Wait…what’s really going on here?
“No, I agreed to it, you didn’t take advantage of me.” I reply getting lost in his stare. I am so gullible right now it’s ridiculous.
“No, because as much as I was a jerk to you, I was hoping that maybe we could at least start over and actually get to know each other like civilized people and take this as slow as you want?” He’s smiling again now, waiting for a response.
What am I supposed to say to that? He thinks that I don’t care for the fact that he’s Justin Timberlake but he’s so wrong! I’ve had an infatuation with this man for as long as I can remember and now here I am terrified and confused by what response to give him.
“Why Justin? Why do you want to know me?” I ask curiously.
Sighing, he leads me to the bed to seat down. Facing me, I notice he’s battling with his choice of words again. Only this time, I think it’s really sweet that he’s trying.
“Look, I’m no prince charming.” He begins and I nod agreeing with that statement. “But, I’m fighting really hard here to be nice and sincere because for some strange reason you’ve caught my attention and just won’t let it go. Since that night we met, and what you did to me, I was shocked to say the least, but also intrigued. It’s twisted I know, but I’m weird like that.” He pauses when I giggle before I nudge him to continue.
“Anyway, when I met you again last night, I won’t lie. I was ecstatic that I got to see you again but what really took me was when I saw how gone you were. It actually bugged me and I actually cared what happened to you. So, I decided to bury the insensitive Justin for the time to help you out I guess.” He rubs the back of his neck and breaks the eye contact with me. He seems a bit nervous and suddenly it dawns on me that mister hot shot has never displayed any type of decent emotion or conversation with the opposite sex in quite a while. Now I’m curious again as to why.
“Justin?” I finally voice.
“Yeah?” He has an apologetic stare on his face. He must be wondering what’s going through my mind right now.
“Why are you so bitter and cruel with people?” I ask yet again.
Laughing he decides to ignore me and stands, but I’m not giving up that easily.
“Please tell me.” I rely again.
“If you must know, I guess the fame went to my head.” He snaps, annoyed by my question, he moves away.
“I think there’s more.”
Turning around to face me I see a comical glare in his features. “I think you’re taking advantage of my kindness here. It doesn’t come that easily Gilda. I don’t want to talk about it.” He retorts, now digging though his luggage, grabbing a blue jeans and t-shirt.
“Was it a girl?” I inquire again, this time causing Justin to groan loudly from frustration.
“I swear I want so much to cuss you out right now and tell you to mind your damn business.” He quips. “But, we’re making progress so…” Sighing loudly and annoyingly I might add, he tosses the clothes onto his king size bed and approaches me.
“Let’s just say, when you’ve gotten your heart broken one too many times, the world turns into this monster and seems to be the cruelest place. And soon, you question your existence because you feel like no human being should have to endure such pain. You yourself turn numb and stop caring because you figure, what’s the use?”
I stand there speechless for a brief moment. The guy’s deep too? This is amazing. I’m fascinated by how he’s changed so dramatically towards me.
“I’m sorry.” I apologize. “But why me?” I probe, knowing I must be pushing at his tolerance level right now.
“Haven’t we been though this? Because Gilda…” He grabs my hands for effect. “I like you and it’s good to finally meet someone who won’t tolerate my shit and can kick me down a notch every once in a while. I needed it.” He admits. “And thank you…” He whispers.
I’m not sure what it is I actually did for Justin to make him appear this way to me. I mean all we ever did was argue but I guess what ever it is he’s welcome. It was nothing really.
“Ok, Justin.” I respond at a lost for words.
“Besides, she never put up with my shit either….” He smiles, as his face turns a light shade of pink and his embarrassment or maybe shyness is evident.
Smiling, I nod in agreement and clutch unto my belongings. I get it now….he was just a scorned lover. It happens to the best of us. I guess he’s not so bad after all? Well what ever it is I’m happy that we can at least have a decent conversation.
“Good, so how about we kill this sappy moment and you join me in the shower then I can bring you home?” He suggests wriggling his eyebrows at me teasingly.
“I thought you said we could take this slow?” I reply, dumping my clothes unto the bed.
Shrugging he moves away from me and proceeds to the bathroom once again. “It’s your call.” He adds in before he disappears behind the wooden door.
Thinking long and hard about this, I realize that I don’t have the likes of alcohol to blame when making this decision now.
Walking over to the bathroom, I open the door and notice he’s already inside, under the hot water. Discarding my robe, I cautiously open the glass door and step inside to join him.
Heaven help me now…I’m screaming in my head. Is it my fault I can’t resist the guy? He’s fine for crying out loud. I feel so dirty right now, but I can’t help it. I’m obsessed with this and with him. So sue me. Damn.
Whipping around to face me, he wipes away the water from his eyes to look at me. I glance down at his drenched, naked body and mentally curse myself for being so weak.
“What took you so long?” He smiles widely at me and I can’t hide the burning in my cheeks from the guilt and embarrassment that I feel.
“I guess I was wondering if I’m doing the right thing here.” I respond over the pouring water.
“I guess there’s only one way to find out huh? But just for the record, I’m actually glad that you won that contest and the backstage pass.” Justin beams excitedly, as junior is almost at full attention poking at my thighs.
Please kill me now. This is some agonizing, hypnotic pleasure that I’m seriously trapped under.
“I guess so…” I smirk, before Justin leans down and captures my lips in a steamy kiss.
It’s not long before the glass doors to the shower completely fog up and I’m lost again in a world filled with lust, desire and ecstasy I’ve never known. Something this wonderful has to be right….I mean how could it possibly be wrong? And I’m definitely looking forward to Justin and me spending quality time together and getting to know each other better. But I guess it’s like I’ve said before…There’s no way I’d pass up this type of opportunity…twice…three times in a row.
* THE END *
