The Ecdysiast

Chapter 5 - The Media

Two Weeks Later...

It's strange how time changes a lot in a person's life. The buzz about my cover spread for playboy has been crazy these past two weeks. Justin and I have been attending a party almost every night and I've been getting so much media attention it's ridiculous. I actually shot the photos for the spread at Mr. Hefner's mansion the next day after the party. It was a lot of fun too. They had me doing all these poses in this little red bikini on this bed prop they set up with rose petals on the red comforters. The photographer was belting out countless demands on how to pose and honestly, I was afraid he'd burst a blood vessel. All in all it was fun. Justin was somewhere around Hugh's mansion with the playboy bunnies, so, it was good to have him out of my hair for a while.

Lucky for me, the night of Justin's party, he didn't go through with what I thought was going to be another abusive session of him beating me up and maybe having sex with me just for the heck of it. Yeah, I'm numb to it. But, you know what he did? After he pinned me down on the floor in his psychotic episode, a few seconds later, he was getting up and pulling me to stand. That was weird. And his eyes...god, they're still haunting me. They were so glassy almost like...I'm not even going to say it. Justin crying is like, like telling a pig to fly, or me admitting to really being a guy. You get what I'm saying? That's just impossible. I don't even know him anymore.

After about four years of having to endure him being like this with no explanation, there really isn't much I can do. The Justin I knew when I walked into his establishment with my co-worker over eight years ago was a completely different person. He was actually loving...can you believe that? Where the hell did that person go? I want that guy back. Maybe then I wouldn't be so adamant on plotting his murder. Hmm, I wonder if JC could help me to do it. Ugh, what the hell am I thinking? Courtney needs him. This is too confusing even for me.

But, I'm not thinking too much about it. What I am thinking about and have been these last few weeks is what Justin said to me about JC. He knows something that he's not telling me. I really hope JC comes back soon so we can go on that date. I just need a break from this life even if it's just for a day.

And what the hell was up with Justin having a gun and shooting at someone during our show? Is he looking to go to jail too? God, I really shouldn't care. But Justin's really been on edge recently. I wish I knew what was going on with him. It's not my fault really. I just have so many things on my mind and no answers to any of my questions. Plus, I really miss my baby. I miss her all the time. If anything, I wish even if it was only for his daughter, Justin would try to clean up his act some. But, that's also something that may never happen in this lifetime...

"Diane where are you? The limo is here..."

Sighing, I cast my vision to my bedroom door. This is like a routine with us. He always beckons to me. I honestly don't see why he can't just knock on the damn door like a normal person. I mean really is that too much to ask? Rolling my eyes, I continue with my task at hand...

While I'm fixing my hair into a ponytail in front of my large vanity mirror on my dresser, my door swings open. Not bothering to look in his direction, I stand from my sitting position glancing over the skin tight dark jeans and black tight tee I have on. My black heels have added at least three inches to my 5'6 stature. You know, this is rare but I'm actually ok with the person staring back at me right now. I'm not completely disgusted. That's a change. Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Hefner and his endless compliments or the fact that JC is actually interested in me enough to want to go out on a date with me! I miss him. I actually do and we don't even know each other yet. This could be a problem.

"I know you heard me Di." Justin breathes out, walking up behind me to stare into the mirror.

Diverting my attention to him, I gaze into his crystal blues, my chest tightening at his close proximity. God, I'm just praying he doesn't flip because I decided not to answer him.

Giving me a once over, Justin smirks before I notice him bring his cup up to his lips to take a sip of whatever he's drinking. Jesus, why is he always drinking? He drinks all the time, no matter the time of day...

"You look..." Pausing, Justin clears his throat, taking off his brown fedora hat to scratch his head in thought. It actually matches the brown shirt and khaki pants he's wearing.

Still gazing at him in the mirror, I arch a brow, waiting for him to finish his statement. If he's about to say what I think he is, then I should maybe record this. He hasn't given me a solid compliment in literally years...

"You look really..." He drifts off again and this time, I whip around to face him in curiosity.

Furrowing his brows at me, he groans inwardly before he creates some space between us still sipping on his drink.

"What?" I finally voice, watching how his eyes scan me over as he remains quiet just gulping down what I'm sure is undoubtedly scotch. He better not get drunk. We have an appointment today and he just...better not.

Scowling, he rubs his palms over his face before he straightens his posture. "Are you about ready? The limo is here to take us." He states, and I sigh. Well, does an almost compliment count? I guess I could take it.

Nodding my head sadly, he walks up to me still burning me with his gaze. "Well let's go. I don't want to be late. I'm taking Bethany and Eve with us." He snaps before he turns around and quickly exits my bedroom leaving me thoroughly dumbfounded.

"Ugh! Would it kill him to be nice for more than a few seconds?" I belt to no one in particular since I'm alone again. I'm just going to brush off his strange behavior and call it judge.

Rushing around my room, I grab a few of my belongings before I quickly exit, dashing down the winding staircase and out the front door where I see Justin, Bethany and Eve waiting by his white stretch limo.

Oh just fantastic. With the way Bethany is shooting me her nasty glares, today should really be interesting huh? God, let's hope not. I can't handle more chaos in my life right now...

****

Hours later...

Hugh Hefner's Mansion...

Las Vegas, Nevada...

"So tell us Mr. Hefner, what inspired you to choose this lovely young lady who is not a playboy bunny to be your next issue's cover spread?"

Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I cross my legs as I continue to stare at the reporter who has her microphone shoved in Mr. Hefner's face. She's so obnoxious and relentless with her nosy questions. The camera guy isn't any different. I'm betting he's zooming in and shit. Humph.

We're actually at Hugh's mansion doing an interview with Entertainment News on the cover spread I did. We're out by his pool under the hot sun in the middle of the afternoon doing this. There are playboy bunnies all around the place doing their thing. Some are in the water, others are on the tennis court, and some are in the Jacuzzi...it's just all...overwhelming really.

"Well, as you know, Justin and I go back to when his grandfather started this business. I actually helped his grandfather to build this empire and since then it's been passed down the line of Timberlakes until it got to my boy here. We are very close, almost like family. So, when I heard that his business has been doing so well since Miss Blush has made quite a popular name for herself, what better way to celebrate his success than to honor his most beautiful girl in my magazine? I think it's a wonderful partnership that we have and he can even request my girls if he's ever in need..." Hugh jokes and I can't help but giggle. One, he's a smart man to use my stage name. I don't need anyone knowing about my life, especially my parents who I haven't seen in over a decade. It's sad but I don't even know where they are or if they're still alive. Secondly, if Mr. Hefner knew what Justin really was, I think he'd reconsider allowing Justin around any of his girls.

Pursing my lips, I glance over at Justin who's trying to seem unaffected by the fact that there're cameras in his face. He doesn't look comfortable at all. He just keeps fidgeting. I wish he'd stop...

"That's wonderful Mr. Hefner. Well, we wish this little partnership all the success. From what I've understood, Mr. Timberlake here has been cashing in and his fame has risen to amazing heights since your issue was released a week ago."

"Yes, it all happened so quickly, but I'm happy about it." Hugh laughs and the reporter nods her head in agreement flipping back her blonde hair. Her eyes are of this dark blue as she stares at us, fully intrigued with this little interview. God, her eyes remind me of JC's own. Wow, how freaky is that? I guess I have JC on the brain.

"And what about you Miss Blush? How do you feel about the new nightclub Justin is opening after you?" She inquires, pointing the microphone in my face. I watch as the cameraman switches his focus on me but...wait...say what?

"Huh?" I ask stupefied, just glaring at her stunned.

Snapping his head in our direction, Justin narrows his eyes at the reporter. Dear god his gaze if of pure fury. If he knew her he'd probably knock her out or something. "I'm not opening it after her..." He snaps, clearly irritated with the turn this interview has taken.

Directing her attention to him, the reporter has a cunning smile on her face as she lifts her microphone higher in the air. "Is that so Mr. Timberlake? Because our sources tell us Miss Blush here was part of your inspiration to..."

"Well your sources are full of shit..." he interrupts, standing abruptly. "Listen, I have somewhere else I need to be. Is this almost over?" He asks snottily and I already know he's pissed. Holding my hand, he pulls me up with him and Hugh instantly follows suit. "Hugh I'm sorry but..."

"It's ok Justin. If you have somewhere else to be that's fine. I'm sure they've gotten all they need." Hugh waves his hands dismissively, nodding his head in understanding.

"Uh, I guess we have." The reporter smiles while signaling for the cameraman to stop filming.

And I'm still just there speechless as ever. I didn't even know Justin was opening a nightclub. I guess he wants to expand his business but...

"Now, you listen to me you little...bitch..." Justin lets me go and walks over to the reporter who's putting her papers and equipment away. All I can do is watch in horror as he hovers over her short frame, glaring at her intently. The cameraman is just standing there in shock, his camera long turned off and resting on the floor. Oh god...

"The next time you decide to let my shit out in the open without my consent, watch yourself. I'm warning you. I don't appreciate you nosey fuckers all up in my grill understood?" Justin snaps, though I have to give him credit that he's controlling his temper really well.

"Justin! Relax; I'm sure she meant no harm." Hugh interrupts, placing his hands on Justin's shoulder.

The woman is just standing there, speechless, with terror in her eyes. Yeah, as she should be. She's lucky Justin doesn't know her personally else he'd probably rip her out for what she just did.

Breathing deeply, Justin backs away from her. "I hate when people do that shit. It's not meant for the public to know until I have everything settled." He sneers, looking over at Hugh who's nodding and studying him intently.

"I'm sure she'll cut it out of her segment. Won't you Edwina." Hugh gives her a knowing glare and she quickly grabs her belongings getting ready to leave.

"Of course I will. I...I'm sorry Mr. Timberlake. I understand that you value your privacy and I'm sorry for prying. We'll cut the last part out." She apologizes. Ugh, what a pushover. I was sort of hoping they had caught Justin's little outburst on tape. Oh well, maybe next time.

"You should be sorry. Inquisitive little..." He hisses, grabbing my arm again and calling out to Bethany and Eve who are on the tennis court with some of the other girls. "Just forget about it. We're leaving." He enforces, before he instructs me to follow him.

I give Edwina an apologetic stare and she just smiles weakly for me. I swear Justin terrifies everyone. He's such a goddamn monster.

"I'll see you soon Hugh. Thanks again for everything." Justin gives Hugh a tight smile and a wave as he continues his retreat.

"It's nothing. Call me soon! We'll do Lunch at the club and discuss some business!" Hugh calls out to us, waving goodbye before he diverts his attention back to the reporter and her cameraman who are still packing up their equipment.

Finally reaching Bethany and Eve, Justin tells them to go wait in the ride and that he'd be right along. When I move to follow them, he stops me, flipping me around to face him. I should have expected this. I haven't exactly said much since this interview started except answer their questions about how I felt about everything. That was about it. The rest was centralized on Justin and Mr. Hefner.

"Why are you so quiet?" Justin inquires, arching a brow at me suspiciously.

"I...I...didn't have anything to say." I shrug and he just rolls his eyes.

"And you think all the time that you flap your trap you do? Really Diane." He chides and I just cut my eyes at him. He's so disrespectful sometimes. "Just, don't ask me anything about what that bitch said. I'll tell you girls what's going on when everything is in order and finalized. Understood?"

"Yes master." I mock but, he just pushes me forward to walk. As we make it out to the driveway where his limo is waiting, he opts to finally say something.

"Don't get smart with me Diane. Don't fucking push my buttons today." Justin warns. "We're going home." He enforces, dragging me along with him to enter the limo so his driver can take us back to his mansion.

I should have known he didn't have any other engagement. He just wanted to get away from Edwina.

Well, whatever. I really don't care about any of that. I'm just thinking about my baby. That's all I do anyway. I know Rachel is taking good care of her but I really miss her.

I'm wondering when JC returns if I can convince him to take me to see her. I know he and Rachel won't tell Justin, so I should really consider this. But, in the mean time, I'm just going to remain quiet. This is the best mood Justin has been in since forever. He's still harsh but, he's not acting crazy so I'm not about to do anything to change that.

****

Hours later...

Justin's Estate...

Las Vegas, Nevada...

So, it's been a pretty decent day. And, I've steered clear of Justin for most of the day. After we got home from the interview, he's been around the house doing god knows what. The last time I saw him, he was in his game room with Jacob who's actually a tall, dark, African American man and Ronnie who's like a Justin clone, playing pool. Ronnie idolizes Justin. It's a little unnerving. He wears the fedora hats and everything. I don't blame the kid. He's only nineteen. I'm not sure where Justin got him and why he has him hanging around so much but they seem cool with each other. Whatever it is, that's their issue.

I've been lying on my bed for the past hour just staring at the ceiling in thought. Eve, who's a dirty blonde with green eyes, actually came in here to invite me to go out shopping with her and some of the other girls. They were going to head out to buy some new costumes and outfits for the shows and their performances. Of course, Justin said I couldn't go. He's such an asshole.

I think I'm the only girl who he has on such a short leash. I mean really, did he think I'd run away or something? Ok, maybe I might have tried that but only if I had Courtney with me which I don't. He's an asshole.

Since I have nothing else to do because Justin cancelled all appointments today as a result of the interview we had to do, I'm just here...bored out of my mind. I shouldn't be though. This place has tons of activities to keep me occupied, but, I'm just not feeling to do anything. I just want Courtney here with me. She's supposed to start school soon. I really want her to, but, what the hell am I supposed to do about her then? I don't feel like having this conversation with Justin either. He'd probably just bitch about it like he does for everything else. Shit...

Seating up on the bed when I hear a knock on the door, I watch intently as it eases open and Justin struts in with two glasses in hand.

Uh ok?

"Hey..."

"Uh hi?" I respond, sitting at the edge of the bed and eyeing him closely. He actually knocked? What the hell?

"I brought this for you." Justin shrugs, handing me one of the glasses in his hand.

Hesitantly taking the item from his grasp, I stare down at it before I take a sip. Cringing when the alcohol burns the back of my throat, I cough a bit hearing him chuckling in the process.

"Not much of a drinker huh?" he muses, downing his glass in one gulp.

"What the hell is this?" I inquire, placing the glass down on the nightstand.

"Scotch on the rocks."

"I should have known."

Ignoring my smart remark, he takes a seat next to me darting his eyes around the room.

"Ok Justin...what the hell is your problem?" I enquire, hoping that he doesn't get angry or anything. He's doing really well with just being normal for once. Well, as normal as he can get.

Turning to face me, he scoffs. Resting his empty glass down, he stretches his limbs before he lets himself go, lying down on his back on my bed with is hand behind his head. "JC's coming back in a few days..." he explains. So his current mood swap has to do with JC? Hmm this is interesting. I'm starting to think JC has a major effect on him. "He's...he's requested you for an..." Clearing his throat, he shifts on the bed trying to get more comfortable.

"What is it?" I'm holding my breath here. Jesus, just spit it out already!

"Don't fuck with me Di. I'm fucking getting to it, give me a fucking break!" Justin belts and I instantly shut my mouth. "Anyway, he requested you for...an entire week..." Justin chokes out the last part and somehow I don't think he's pleased with this. "Look, usually that's not even fucking possible and I'd never allow that but...he...he is an old friend and shit..." Seating up to face me, his blues connect to my browns and this is the first time I've seen any other emotion other than anger shining through those beautiful orbs. He looks weary, worried even. This is really eating him up.

But oh my god! JC is amazing if this is true and god...I love him for this. Wait, when did this happen?

"You mean..."

"I mean Diane; you're going to be off the fucking market for an entire week while JC has his fun with you. I honestly didn't want to do this but he fucking coughed up all the money on the spot. I don't even want to know where the fuck he got it from. Look, it's just business. He knows the only way he can see you is through me so he's wise about doing it this way. I just thought I'd let you know..." Shrugging, Justin stretches over and grabs my full glass downing my drink in the process. He's really on edge today. But I don't understand. I thought he'd be ecstatic that he's doing so well and cashing in with me.

Wiping at his mouth, he cuts his eyes at me since I'm still so silent. I can't help it. I'm trying to suppress the shriek of excitement that's threatening to spill from my lips. I don't need him morphing into his psychotic self.

"I fucking know you like him Di. It's written all over your face." Justin sighs dejectedly. "Just don't let him put anything in your head. Get the fucking job done whenever he comes to pick you up and that's it. Don't mess with him Di and don't fucking believe shit he tells you."

"But why..."

"God what is with you!? Just do what I fucking say! Stop asking so many questions goddamn it!" He yells coarsely. Standing on his feet, Justin instantly begins to pace and please god...tell me he's not changing back already.

Calculating the quickest escape root out of my room incase he decides to take his anger out on me, I quickly stand since his back is facing me.

Unfortunately, I stop dead in my tracks when his next statement takes me off guard.

"I don't want you to do it." Justin voices, his tone soft and shaky.

Frowning, I stare at his t-shirt clad back trying to figure out if this is a joke.

Whipping around to face me, he opens his mouth to say something else but instantly snaps it shut when he sees how close I am to the door. "And where the fuck are you going?" he hisses, walking up to me and gripping my arm roughly.

"I...I was..."

"You were nothing..." He interjects, pulling me further into the room and pushing me to take a sit in front of my dresser. Swallowing hard, I can feel my heartbeat increase as I stare at him through the mirror. I have no idea what he's about to do and...

"I got something for you." Justin interrupts my thoughts before I see him digging into his jeans pockets and oh my god, please don't kill me!

Gasping when he pulls out something from his pocket, I shut my eyes tightly expecting the worse. I can't help it. He terrifies the shit out of me.

My eyes instantly shoot open when I feel a cold item being pressed against my neck...

Blinking rapidly, my vision zooms in on what he's doing through the mirror. "Oh my god..." I gasp in awe as I stare at a gold chain with a heart shaped diamond pendent. What.the.fuck!?

"There, perfect fit." He beams, pulling me to stand and face him. He's searching my eyes for some type of reaction and I think I just spaced out...

Bringing my fingertips up to the item, I toy with it still just gazing into his blues. Well, they're still emotionless, but, at least his gaze is somewhat softer. Groaning, he grips my chin and lifts my head up slightly. Grunting, he exhales loudly before he passes his free hand through his hair in frustration. He's really not used to this. He's certainly forgotten how to be a decent human being, but I'll give him a C for effort.

Yo, What's Up Baby
I Can't Even Believe I'm 'Bout To Tell You This But
It's Like Ever Since I've Been With You
Things Ya Know Been Changing
Parts Of Me Been Dyin' And,
I Just Wanna Tell You 'Bout It...

"Do not, under any circumstances let anyone...and I mean anyone Diane...know that I got this for you else, I swear to god..." But, I cut him off when a giggle escapes my lips. I like this Justin. I hope he sticks around for a while. Arching a brow at me, he blows out air before his lips twitch into a light smile and just...wow. This is also new. He never smiles. Not ever. "God, don't fucking rub it in." he snaps and I quickly shake my head ‘no', still smiling brightly. I can't help it. I never thought I'd see the day where he'd be able to hold his temper down this long.

Rolling his eyes, he chortles a little uneasily. "For what it's worth and I know it's not worth shit, but, you looked really nice today." He shrugs, letting my chin go. I'm tempted to ask why he got me this necklace but I'm still fearful. He could morph at any minute. He's had these moments with me before. I've come to learn that it doesn't change anything. He'll be back to his old self in no time. Still, I should maybe enjoy this for as long as it lasts.

"Thank you." I whisper still playing with the chain.

"I should leave before this gets any weirder..." he jokes, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Just...don't tell anyone." He spits out forcefully.

When he moves around me to leave, I quickly rush up to him gripping his arm to stop him. What the hell am I doing? My thoughts are all jumbled up and even though I notice the death glare he's giving me since I had the guts to put my hands on him, I'm ignoring it. I can see a hint of anger flashing in his eyes when I don't let go, but I'm ignoring that too.

Instead, against my better judgment, I lean up and crash my lips unto his own feeling his body go rigid under my touch.

Shit, maybe I shouldn't have done that. Before I can muster up any common sense to pull away, Justin finally exhales deeply, relaxing against me.

Lately I Feel Like I Been Slippin'
And It's You That Got Me Trippin'
Because I Can't Control Myself When I'm Around You, Oh
With Any Other I Would've Been Done
Loved Her, Left Her, Next One
But I Just Can't Shake You Off...

Sighing into the kiss, he snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest and god, what.the.hell.am.I.doing? This is the same man who...who has hurt me so many times and just...god I can't do this. I hate him. I fucking despise him for everything he's done to me. No...I need to...I need to...oh god.

Moaning when his tongue slides in, battling with mine, I know I'm most certainly gone. There's no turning back now. I'm so stupid. You're so stupid Diane! But jesus, he hasn't touched me like that in years. He...he's never gentle. Not ever and...and now, just feeling his hands gripping my waist, squeezing softly, sends shivers down my spine and raises all these emotions in me and just...ugh! It's not fair!

Snaking my arms around his neck, Justin suddenly breaks our lip-lock pulling his head back to stare at me. I hold my breath when I see his eyes widen, but before I can voice my thoughts, he leans down and captures my lips again in an intense kiss. It's fierce and forceful and practically knocks the wind out of my lungs. Pulling me towards the foot of my king-size bed covered in a leopard spotted comforter, he lets himself go, taking me with him - kicking off his shoes in the process. Squealing, I lift my head to stare at him as I straddle his waist and his hands begin exploring, groping at me through my thin, silk, navy blue nightgown.

"Justin what..."

"Shut up." He snaps, bringing his hand up to the strap of my gown to push it off my shoulder.

"But..."

"Shut the fuck up Di!" He hisses, flipping us over so he's now on top. Hovering, he just smirks at me before he continues his task at hand of undressing me.

Biting the corners of my mouth, I watch him intently as he helps me to take off my garments until I'm down to well...nothing.

Sucking his lips between his teeth, his eyes roam over my naked frame as he pushes up to tug his black t-shirt off his body. Usually, I never help him to do anything when it comes to this because he's always so rigorous and crude but...

Lifting my hands, I hesitantly help him to undo his jeans button. Freezing mid-task, he cocks his head to the side just glaring at me. God I really want to ask him why he's being this way but I don't want to spoil this. When he doesn't make any attempt to stop me, I continue to help him undress by pulling down the zipper of his jeans.

He quickly shimmies out of his clothes in record time before he resumes his position on top of me. Did I mention I'm holding my breath right now? Because I am. I can't even fathom what's going on right now.

"Di..." Justin sighs, burying his head in the crook of my neck. Inhaling deeply, I feel him shudder against me before he places light kisses on my collarbone and works his way up to the flesh of my neck.

And I'm still holding my breath...

God, but his kisses feel so good. They never...he never...shit. Against my will, I let out a soft moan which causes him to increase the pressure of the suction he has on me as I feel his thick, throbbing member poking at my inner thighs.

"Oh god..." I heave, my heart pounding out of my chest. I'm not supposed to be enjoying this. I'm not...

Gripping my waist tightly, one of his hands dives to my center and he flicks his fingertips over my folds feeling my moistness. That single touch alone sets fireworks off in my body and I instantly arch my back off the soft mattress, feeling my breasts rub against his bare, firm chest.

"Shit, Diane I..." Trailing off, Justin lifts his head to look at me, his eyes glassy and glazed over with lust.

Cuz you got it all girl.
The body of a call girl.
With a mind of a teacher.
That's why I need ya.
(Yeah, yeah)
I gotta let you know...

Subconsciously wrapping my legs around his slender waist, he leans down to place a soft kiss on my lips before he positions his self at my entrance and holy shit my body is really betraying me right now. Why the hell am I enjoying this? He's done nothing but physically, mentally and emotionally scar me and I can't let that slide. I just can't...

"Oh my god!" I gasp when Justin begins sliding his way in, stretching my walls with his size, eliciting a deeply rooted moan from me.

"Shit..." He hisses, dropping his head to rest between the groove of my breasts, kissing me there as he continues to slide in.

Uh, I swear I can't remember the last time that felt this good. Damn it! I hate him so much right now. He's not supposed to make me throw all inhabitations to the wind like this...but ugh, he feels so fucking amazing.

Grabbing his shoulders for support, I arch my back off the bed as he wraps his arms around my back, instantly setting his pace...

"Shit...this...is...fucking...insane..." Justin mutters through each thrust and I couldn't have said it better myself, but, I don't think we're on the same wave length here.

All I can really do right now is brace myself as he continues to work me, pulling out and pushing back into me with his Herculean thrusts.

"Ugh god!" I belt, feeling my walls constrict around him, milking him as he continues to pound into me, fucking me skillfully and hitting my spot with each thrust.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Justin mumbles emphatically as he picks up his pace, slamming into me vigorously at a rapid rate.

God, I can already feel the tingling sensations of my orgasm building, something I haven't felt in a while. Usually, when he's rough with me, I'd always cum violently and suddenly since he always hits my most sensitive spot but this, this is different. I...I can actually feel it building in my system and it just feel so freaking spectacular.

Gazing up at Justin, I watch intently as his face creases into a frown and beads of sweat form on his gorgeous body. He's biting on his bottom lip softly in concentration, the intensity of his hip movements never once faltering. Matching his rhythm, I snake my hands through his hair and he instantly locks eyes with me.

Blinking rapidly, he slows down his speed significantly before he breathes heavily, dropping his head to rest in my full head of brown curls, his lips grazing my earlobe gently as he massages my side with his fingers. "I...I can't keep fucking doing this..." he whispers feebly and even though I'm not sure what the hell he's talking about, I think my heart just stopped from the tone of his voice...

Girl, the pimp in me just died.
(Died) Died. (Died) Died.
When I look into your eyes.
(Eyes) Your eyes.
(Eyes) Your eyes.
(You don't know how hard I tried)
Mature you.
Not chill with you.
Not to mess with you no more.
Girl, the pimp in me just died.
(Died) It died. (It died) Died, oh...

"Justin..." I pant, when I feel my stomach tighten and my walls begin to constrict.

"Fuck Di..." he grunts, gripping my legs and pushing them higher around his waist as he continues moving inside of me...

Groaning loudly, Justin shuts his eyes tightly when I continue to choke him with how bad my walls are contracting involuntarily around him.

My mouth drops open suddenly when I feel a dull wave of pleasure ripple through me before I see stars. "goddd..." I scream out, gripping him tightly when I begin jerking and shaking as my orgasm washes over me, my body trembling like an earthquake.

Giving a few more powerful thrusts, Justin finally lets go, shooting his warmth deep inside of me coating my walls, his breathing erratic as he growls from the magnitude of his orgasm.

Gasping for air, he leans down to kiss me, still moving inside of me as we both try to calm our agile heart rates.

Snaking my arms around his back, I hold him tightly, still heaving when he leans down to suck on my nipples lightly before his movements slow to a stop, his nimble fingers tracing light patterns over my sides...

It ain't no use in me faking.
Here goes my heart girl, take it.
Do what you wanna do but please don't play me out.
Just understand what you have got here.
I'm the realist you gone find here.
I know you hear this all the time.
Me wearing my heart, it's on the line...

Cuz you got it all girl.
The body of a call girl. (Ohh)
With a mind of a teacher. (Teacher)
That's why I need ya. (Need ya)
I gotta let you know. (I gotta let you know baby)...

"Shit Di...fuck!" Justin sneers, passing his hands over his face before he props himself up on his elbows still eyeing me. "Goddamn it!" Sliding out, he rolls off of me to lie on his back causing me to whimper from the loss of contact.

Still trying to catch my breath, I remain still, listening as his breathing evens out. "What the fuck am I doing?" he utters while staring at the ceiling, but I'm still mute, too shocked to really say anything.

I still can't believe what just happened...

Rolling over unto my side, I stare at him interestingly as he turns to glare at me with a displeased pout on his face.

Awe, he's cute. Reaching out to touch him, I feel my hand tremble a bit before my palm rests flat on his abs. It's not intentional but I'm still on pins and needles with him. Let's not forget he's still Justin. A person doesn't change overnight as much as I wish he did. Maybe he's just having a weak moment or he's conflicted. I do know his other self will certainly show up again. All you have to do is piss him off and all hell breaks loose.

Sucking in air, Justin grips my hand tightly pulling me towards him, but, he ceases all actions when we hear what sounds like a loud bang from somewhere downstairs.

"What was that?" I finally whisper, my voice strained and groggy.

Frowning, Justin shoots out of bed grabbing his discarded clothes.

"Justin..."

"Shhh." He silences me, slipping on his black boxers and then jeans. Throwing on his shoes, he scratches at his bare chest before we hear another loud thump. "Fuck..." he hisses, ambling to my room door.

"Just..."

"Stay put Diane." He cuts me off.

"But..."

"Why don't you ever fucking listen to me? Stay the fuck here Di. I'll be back." He snaps, swinging my door open...

Baby I'm ready. (Ready)
To give up the game, can't play no more. (No more)
Do you think you're ready? (Ohh)
Don't you say yes unless you're sure.
Many have tried to bring me down. (Baby)
But I'm choosing you girl. (But I'm choosing you girl)
To ride with forever, that's a long time. (That's a long time, baby)

It's not long before I hear some of the girls downstairs yelling and shouting out profanities. Then, then I pick up on Jacob's voice. He seems to be calling out to Ronnie ordering him to stop doing something or other.

That's as much as I pick up on before Justin swiftly exits my room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Flopping back down on my bed, I pull the comforters over my naked body, too winded to even bother to eavesdrop on what the disturbance is about.

I still can't believe this. Justin he...he was so...calm and mostly gentle and god, is it possible to fall in love with him all over again after everything he's done? I'm not sure. I'm so fucking confused. This doesn't change anything. Or, maybe it changes everything. No, no it don't change anything...

Bringing my hands up to the necklace Justin placed around my neck earlier, I can't help the light smile that's tugging in the corners of my mouth. If this is his way of starting to apologize and make up for everything he's done, then it's a good start but he has a hell of a lot more to do. Because, despite this distinct encounter, I still want out of this life, no questions asked. And I'm determined to find one, not just for me but for my...our... precious baby girl...

****

Drawing his gun out of a draw in his hallway, Justin jogs down his stairs to the scene that's taking place at the entrance of his home.

"What the fuck! Is this?" He hisses, his eyes blazing and breathing shot as he lifts his revolver up to the face of his intruder who's standing there holding Ronnie in a choke hold. "Let him go." Justin barks, trying to suppress his urge to just shoot the bastard. "Now!" He yells, pulling back the safety on the gun and pressing his thumb against the trigger.

A few of his girls remain silent, just watching in horror as the confrontation unfolds in front of them. The other man has a gun of his own tucked snuggly in the waistband of his jeans and Justin knows that he could draw it out at any minute.

"Justin calm down, you don't want his blood on your hands..." Jacob whispers behind him, but, Justin just shakes his head ignoring him.

"He's right Justin. I just came to talk." The man smiles patronizingly before he lets go his hold on Ronnie. Coughing vigorously and gasping for air, Ronnie quickly moves out of the way.

Raising his hands in defeat, the man pulls out his gun, resting it on a nearby table as a sign of surrender.

"I have nothing to talk about with a lowlife like you." Justin spits furiously, cocking his head to the side, still staring at his target maliciously. "How the fuck did you get past security?" Justin asks curiously, his aim relentless. He's actually praying for the guy to give him a reason to pull the trigger.

"Listen Justin..."

"No you listen to me you asshole. The next time you send one of your boys to try and discuss business with me at my fucking establishment during one of my shows, keep in mind that they'll be coming back to you in a body bag. Don't fuck with me." Justin cracks out condescendingly to his adversary.

"Don't you even what to know why I'm here?" The man inquires irritably.

"No Grant. I want you off my fucking property now!" Justin demands, his tone sharp as he eyes the tall, brown-eyed, auburn-haired man.

"Listen to me Justin..." Taking a step forward, Grant instantly stops when Justin eyes widen and his nostrils begin to flare.

Sighing, he passes his hands through his short hair in annoyance. "You've seen JC since he came to town haven't you?" Grant enquires knowingly.

Justin's curiousity peeks at the mention of JC and he instantly drops his hands to his side, inhaling sharply. "This shit is about JC? Are you fucking shitting me? You had one of your fucking pussy bastards show up at my business because of JC?!" Justin yells exasperatingly. "Goddamn it, what's he into now?" Justin mutters, clenching his fists before he replaces the safety on his gun. "Look Grant..." But Grant cuts him off.

"The only reason I knew he was in town was from some media footage that I saw from your annual party that you throw every year. He was talking to that girl of yours...Veronica something..." Grant shrugs.

"Yeah I got it." Justin snaps. "So why the fuck are you really here Grant? I nearly fucking shot your ass." Justin explains, relaxing a bit. "I had no idea what to expect with you showing up here. You know I'm not in your shit anymore..." Justin says matter-of-fact and Grant nods his head in understanding.

"We're past that Justin. I came to ask you how I can get in touch with your friend..."

"Well..." Scratching his head in thought, Justin locks eyes with Ronnie and Jacob who are staring at him fully intrigued by their conversation. "He's not here now. I don't know where the fuck he is, but he'll be back in a few days. I'll tell him you're looking for him, because he and I have some business to discuss." Justin states. "Look, I don't even want to fucking know what's going on. I'll pass your message. Just get the fuck off my property before I change my mind and decide to wound your ass for trespassing." Justin snarls and Grant simply shakes his head, grabbing his discarded gun.

"Make sure you..."

"I'm no fucking messenger Grant. I said I'll pass your fucking message. Get.the.fuck.out.now!" Justin belts, his face reddening slightly.

Without another word, Grant shrugs uncaringly, smirking at Justin. Casually turning on his heel, he walks out of the house and unto the porch before Justin slams the door shut, locking it in the process.

Still staring at the wooden barrier, Justin takes a few deep breaths before he flips around to face all the curious faces and questionable glares. "Girls, shouldn't you all be getting back to what ever feminine shit you all were doing?" His voice booms and they quickly file out, dispersing through the spacious mansion, leaving Justin alone with his two friends.

"Ok, who the fuck buzzed the asshole in?" Justin asks, arching a brow at Jacob and Ronnie.

"Uh...it...it was me?" Ronnie stutters when Justin shoots him a death glare.

"You are one stupid kid. What possessed you to do such a thing?"

"He said he had an important message to pass and..."

"And you let him in? Fuck Ronnie! What if his message was to fucking kill us off or some shit! You never do shit like that. Are you retarded?" Justin shouts, lifting his hands up to his head, using the cold rim of the gun to rub at his temple.

"Justin it wasn't his fault." Jacob tries to reason but Justin shakes his head in protest.

"No, he's just stupid." Justin retorts, walking up to the slightly shorter teenager. "Don't pull shit like that again else I'll fucking cop you myself Ron. Is that clear?"

Replying with an immediate ‘yes' and a bit petrified of what Justin might do to him, Ronnie backs up under Justin's intense gaze.

"You're lucky I like you kid." Justin laughs lowly, walking around the young man, smacking the back of his head in annoyance before he begins his journey towards the stairs connecting to the second floor of his home.

Gripping his head in pain, Ronnie casts his vision to the marbled floor in shame before Jacob pats his back, laughing at his expense.

"No fucking body...And I mean no one better interrupt me for the rest of the night. You guys know your way out, you're no strangers." Justin adds, ambling up his stairs and away from the small crowd.

Finally making it to the top, he stops abruptly, his eyes darting between his room door and...hers...Diane.

He shouldn't go in there. He had a moment of weakness. It wasn't going to happen again. But god, the look in her eyes and just...

Swallowing hard, Justin rests his gun down on the hallway table, contemplating on his next move.

Rubbing at his exposed chest, he groans apprehensively when he remembers the events that took place earlier.

Against his will and right frame of mind, he sighs loudly before he fights off his demons, mindlessly walking towards her room and stopping at the door for a few brief seconds before he twists the knob and swings it open...

Girl, the pimp in me just died.
When I look into your eyes.
(You don't know how hard I tried)
Mature you.
Not chill with you.
Not to mess with you no more.
Girl, the pimp in me just died.
(Died) It died. ...

****

Song Credits: Pimp in me by J. holiday

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