Days like today make me so happy, There’s nothing better than being able to be real…no sneaking around, no stolen kisses, no secrets. Just Justin and I laying in bed...talking..laughing..enjoying each other. In the few months since I've realized my feelings and told him how I feel things have been fantastic. I never knew I could be this happy but there is still one thing that hangs in the air…one thing we continuously argue about, and that is telling everyone. I don’t think it’s a good idea, and I refuse to let Justin tell anyone besides Kenny and Alfredo…the ramifications could be horrible.

“Bobbi, I need to talk to you about something” he says.

We are all tangled in my crisp, white linen sheets…snuggled together watching TV. I’ve been drifting in out of sleep due to him running his fingers up and down the bare skin of my back…he knows this relaxes me.

“what’s up babe” I say as I look up at him lazily.

“Well, you know Allison, my old manager is getting married next week right?” he has a nervous tone to his voice and I just know what is coming next.

“Yeah Justin, it’s quite the extravagant affair I hear…you’re going aren’t you?” I say as I sit up and wrap myself in a sheet.

“Well yeah, of course I’m going but I want you to go with me, and before you argue with me Bobbi just hear me out okay?”

“Justin.....you know that I can’t go with you, everyone will be there. Do I have to remind you of that?” I can tell he’s starting to get annoyed with me but he’s also sad and I feel bad about it. I hate when we have these conversations. I was really hoping the day would be free of anything like this.

“But Bobbi… I promise if you come with me we will just go as friends…” and when he says friends he has to do his famous air quotations...that’s his thing lately...being all dramatic about the word friends. His attempt to make me feel stupid about the whole sneaking around thing and it isn’t working.

“ I don’t know Justin, do you really think it’s possible to snow people at this wedding? I mean music and alcohol mixing into this equation....it just doesn’t sound like a great idea.”

He lets out a big sigh and starts fiddling with his phone...“Well then should I tweet that I need a date for a wedding next week...maybe I’ll take the first girl that replies that she wants to go with me.” he says with a smart ass grin on his face.

“Real funny Justin…” I try to get up but he grabs me by the waist and buries his head into my neck.

“Baby please go with me… I don’t want to go without you. Seriously, I promise no funny business…no one will suspect a thing!”
He gets me every time...I can never say no to him. I try but he knows what to do...he always has... “Okay Justin…I guess, but only because I love you.” I say as I turn to face him.

He laughs with victory, “I knew I would break you!”

******

I can’t believe I agreed to this, I think to myself as I’m getting ready for this wedding. However, I did find the perfect dress…maybe too perfect.

“Bobbi come on, are you almost ready? This isn’t our wedding you’re getting ready for!” He yells from the living room.

I put the finishing touches on my makeup… my hair looks good...I think...long loose curls down my back. Oh, this dress is definitely my new favorite dress. Black, mid thigh, loose, and backless…it’s so comfortable.

“I’m coming ok, you’re so impatient sometimes!” I say as I make my way into the living room, fiddling with my clutch..trying desperately to fit my things in it.

“Wow you look....amazing! I mean more beautiful than normal…I didn’t think that was possible…” he says with a smile.

I smile back, "Look at you! The glasses! You wore the glasses!” He knows how much I love them…he pulls off the hipster look so well. Hell, he pulls everything off welI! I watch him mess up his hair even more in the mirror. He’s inspecting himself and he looks fantastic in his fitted black suit. I love the contrast of the white shirt with all black and the glasses. Of course he’s wearing sneakers, white ones to be exact...he very rarely wears anything else but he makes it look perfect the way no one else can.

He makes his way over to me and runs his fingers up and down the bare skin of my back, lingering at my lower back where the draping of my dress starts.

“Mmm Justin…not now. As much I want to, we can’t be in this mind set.” I say in a low whisper, his lips brushing against mine.

He groans. “Okay okay lets go, we are going to be late.”

I change my demeanor and put a big cheesy smile on my face “Let’s go buddy!” I say with a giggle.

“You’re going to kill me Bobbi…” he says with his hand over his heart.

We arrive at the wedding 20 minutes later. Everything is so beautiful and watching the ceremony makes me long for the day when I get to be the bride. But the harsh reality of our situation hits me hard and I feel myself becoming almost bitter. Justin smiles and grabs my hand but I give him a look of warning and bat it away. He sighs a bit too loudly and puts his head down.
He must be able to tell that something is off , because I didn’t speak much on the car ride over. But I could feel him staring at me…one hand on the wheel, the other on my leg.

He leads me up the steps to the reception hall and opens the door for me “Is something wrong babe?” He whispers in my ear.

“No… not at all. Weddings just make me emotional is all.” I say with a smile.

He gives me a loving smile and seems satisfied with that answer.

The room is full of friends and colleagues and I feel a nervous twitch in my stomach…God I hope we are able to pull this off without anyone suspecting anything. We are seated with Scooter and Cairn, Dan and his wife…Kenny and a girl I’ve never met.

We make it through dinner and pull it off without a hitch. Light conversation…lots of laughs. And unless someone caught a few of the glances Justin gave me, I think we did a good job. I head to the bar for another glass of wine, I’m still a bit nervous and I need to relax.

“Hey Bobbi! How’s it going?”

“Hey Joey! How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!” Joey is this guy I went on a few dates with. Nothing serious, but he’s a great guy, we just didn’t have much in common. I have to lean in closer to hear him over the music.

“Been busy with work and what not. How’s working for the pop star treating you?”

Oh god if he only knew… “Not bad, I’m really enjoying it! I love travelling but I do get homesick every once in awhile.” I say as I feel Justin slide in behind me and put his hand on my back.

“Hey Hun, Scooter wanted to ask you something.” he says with a questioning look on his face as he looks at me then to Joey.

******

"What was that about?" I whisper in bobbi's ear as my jealous streak gets the best of me.
"I was just about to ask u the same!" she hisses back.
"Hun? What was that?"
"What Bobbi? What? I’m sorry that I don't want to keep u hidden away like something to be ashamed of...sorry that I love u enough to show it!" My voice is raised a little louder than it should be.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" her frustration is peaking quickly.

"Whatever u want it to mean Bobbi." She shuts me up with a glare as Scooter makes his way over to us.

"Everything okay guys? You look..." he trails off & looks at us questioningly.

Bobbi’s instincts kick in and a light easy smile is suddenly on her face. "Not at all! Justin said u were looking for me?"

I watch her laugh & talk with Scooter expertly, but rather than giving me time to cool off, it fuels my anger. Why does she feel the need to play this game? I’m tired of hiding...tired of lying. This has to stop.
I place my hand on the small of her back and bring my lips to her neck in a soft, quick kiss. I feel her tense as the conversation between her and Scooter comes to a grinding hault. I slip my hand away and act as if nothing has happened...as if everything is as it should be, because it is.
Scooter looks us over and then after a stretch of silence looks at me. "What was that Justin?" His stern manager tone has crept up.
"What?" I feign confusion.
"Look I don't want to know..." he begins in a low angry voice, leaning in close so as not to be overheard. "But it ends here. Right now." he looks at us each in turn. "It ends now." He hones in on Bobbi. "It ends right now Bobbi!"
She nods and looks away. "There’s nothing to end Scooter."
Hearing her dismiss what we have this way is too much. I grab her by the arm and pull her away...I’m angry, and I should stop but I don't care. She yanks her arm away as discreetly as possible.
"What are u trying to do Justin?" I see how upset with me she is in her eyes.
"We're leaving...now." I grab her clutch off of the table and thrust it at her, ignoring the questioning looks Dan & Kenny are giving me. We make our exit quickly, her hurrying to keep up with me as I guide her by her arm.
The minute we are safely inside the car she explodes..."What the fuck was that? How could you do that to me? Did you even hear Scooter Justin? I could lose my job over that little stunt! What were you thinking?"
I slam the car in drive and ignore her. I'm too angry to even look at her...I'm afraid of what I might say.
"God damn you Justin answer me!" She throws her clutch onto the dash with such force that it slides and hits the windshield with a crack.
"God damn you Bobbi!" I yell back, "I'm fucking sick of this hiding bullshit! Scooter was right...It does end here! I'm not doing this anymore, you either get over it and trust that everything will work out or I'm done."
"Or you're done?" she laughs as though I've told her a joke, "Just like that? You don't get your way so you're done?"
"Yeah...just like that." I stare straight ahead at the road as the rain that has been threatening to fall all day begins to pound against the windshield.
I flip the wipers on high, but they struggle against the downpour.
She is silent for a while and then she says quietly to herself, "I knew this wedding would be a mistake."
"Maybe this whole fucking thing has been a mistake Bobbi." I'm yelling again, I want to stop...but I find it impossible, she has made me feel like I don't matter to her, when she is the only thing that matters to me.
She doesn't answer, and minutes later I pull into her driveway. She throws open the door and storms out into the rain. I know she doesn't want me to follow, but I don't care...I'm not finished.
I hurry behind her, the rain soaking through my suit in seconds.
"Leave Justin!" she screams at me as she shoves the key into the lock.
"No! Fuck that Bobbi...we're not done here!" She crashes into the house with me hot on her heels.
"No I think we are Justin...I think that’s exactly what we are! Done!" She shoves me towards the door, a grab her by her wrists and wrench her hands away from my chest.
"What are we doing here Bobbi? What is all this to you? Just a game? Just something to do? All that shit on Christmas Eve, did you even fucking mean any of it?"
"Oh don't start with that Justin...you fucking know I meant it! Don't turn your mistake into mine! You did this! You're the one who couldn't get through a simple wedding without acting like an idiot!"
"An idiot? An idiot?!?" My rage is seething now...I want to hurt her, I want her to feel what I felt when she told Scooter that we were 'nothing'. "Well you know what Bobbi? I am an idiot! All I wanted was to fuck you...so I told you what you wanted to hear and look what it turned into!"
I see terrible pain flash in her eyes, and I immediately want to take my lie back, but what’s done is done and I can't. She stands still for what seems like a long time and then before I realize what is happening, her palm lands hard against my cheek. She raises her hand to slap me again, but I grab her wrist to stop her.
"I hate you Justin!" She screams as the tears she has been fighting finally begin to spill over her cheeks. "I hate you! Get the fuck out of my house...and don't you ever come back! Do you understand me...don't ever come back! Ever!" She is in hysterics and I want to hold her, but at the same time, I'd love nothing more than to slap her back...to shut her mouth and stop all the hurtful things that are spewing out of her.
She turns to stomp from the room, but turns back to me with a cruel look in her eyes at the last minute. "Oh and by the way...you only wanted to fuck me? You know what’s funny about that? It wasn't even that good."
"Shut your fucking mouth Bobbi..." I warn.
"What? Does that surprise you? You’re a 17 yr old kid Justin...you don't know what you're doing."
She's lying her ass off and I know this, but I am furious all the same. I chase her down and grab her. wrapping my arms tightly around her waist I begin to drag her down the hall just as the thunder begins. Loud claps that drown out the sound of her screamed protests.
She fights against me, her legs swinging wildly, her nails digging into my arms, but I feel nothing. I swing her around and push the half open bedroom door open wide with the weight of her body.
"Let me go Justin! I swear to fucking god..." She wails as she tries harder to free herself.
"What Bobbi?" I taunt as I throw her down on the bed..."Finish your sentence! You swear to fucking god what?"
She attempts to scramble up the bed, not bothering to answer, but I grab her by the ankles and yank her down the bed, twisting her around so that she is flat on her back.
I shove her dress up and yank her panties away...she kicks and tries to twist away, but I am running on pure rage fueled adrenaline. The moment she is free of the lace that has been hiding it, I slide my fingers inside of her roughly. But she won't give in..."Stop Justin! Don't fucking touch me!"
"Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth. Bobbi!" I warn her once more in a halting, menacing tone.
Even through her anger, she begins to grow wet around my fingers, and her hips begin to rise and fall gently. "You like that don't you?" I tease meanly.
"Stop Justin..." She screams with now more fear than anger. And I surprise myself with the amount of satisfaction her fear has brought me.
Her words have broken my heart, and I want to break her in return...I want to tear her to pieces.
I pull my fingers from her and slide them over her clit, it swells under my touch, and I could swear I hear a soft moan slip from her, but I know my Bobbi...she will never give up this easily.
And true to form, She begins to writhe around once more...yelling random threats on the outcome of my not releasing her.
"Oh don't worry Bobbi..." I sneer, "This won't take long...I'm only a kid remember?"
She suddenly manages to pull away...she rolls over, trying to throw me off of her, but she doesn't quite make it. I hold her down against the bed...my hands buried in her hair with what I know must be painful force.
I yank her dress up higher, ripping it in the process. I feel a twinge of regret as I do...she had looked so beautiful in this dress. I begin to tug at the buttons of my pants...the soft fabric of the suit allow for them to release easily.
"Don't do it Justin...don't fucking do it!" She warns, her face turned to the side against the goose down comforter that covers her bed. A flash of lightening lights her face for a split second before another rumble of thunder crashes into the room.
"Oh this is happening...I'm going to make you cum and you're going to love every minute of it you fucking bitch." I hate her so much right now...but I love her still...nothing she could ever say or do can change that.
I slip my hand under her and search out her clit once more. I stroke her with slow easy strokes as she fights to stay in control. The faster I circle her, the harder it is for her to keep her composure, until soon she is moaning faintly and dripping against my hand.
"You know no one can make you cum like I do Bobbi..." I hiss into her ear, still angry even as my cock grows hard and begins to throb furiously with the need to be inside her. "Say it...I want to hear you say you're a fucking liar and that I know how to fuck you."
She remains silent, nothing but the soft sighs of pleasure that emit from her and the sound of the rain falling heavily on the roof fill the room.
I take my hand away from her, leaving her abandoned and hungry for more. She lowers herself to my fingers, trying to work her clit against them herself, but I won't allow her. She tries to free her wrists from my right hand that is holding them tightly above her head, but I won't allow that either.
"Say it Bobbi...admit it...tell me. I want to hear it."
She whines pitifully beneath me...desperate for my touch, but I refuse for a moment longer. And then I return my fingers to her and brush them against her gently, she grinds down against them but I pull away again, "Come on Bobbi...just fucking tell me so I can give you what you want."
She moans again with heavy frustration and desperate desire. "You want it bad don't you baby girl? Just say it and I'll give you what you want." I repeat my demand once more, "Tell me what a liar you are and that I know how to fuck you."
A long moan of lust bursts from her followed by a rush of words..."I'm a liar Justin...you fuck me better than anyone has ever fucked me before...you have no idea the things you do to me...Oh fuck! Please! I want it so bad Justin! Oh god please..."
I uphold my end of the bargain and set about stroking her hardened clit with quick, tight circles as she moans and writhes beneath me...and faster than I have ever seen her before, she begins to cum. She screams and thrashes against my hand as I reel with the satisfaction on winning.
"There you go Bobbi...was that so hard?" I'm still furious with her even though she has submitted and confessed.
I yank her to her knees and drive my cock into her with powerful aggression. The surprise of being so forcefully and suddenly filled with me causes her to scream out. "Shut up and take it Bobbi...you fucking deserve it."
The storm has gained in intensity...crashes of lightening flicker through the room as the roar of thunder drowns the rest of the world out.
Her moans have given way to screams, and I can feel her tightening around my cock fiercely..."See? You're going to cum for me...thought I was just a kid Bobbi?" I taunt as my palm lands hard on her ass.
"Shut up Justin...just shut the fuck up!" She howls as at last I feel her shake with orgasm as she calls my name over and over.
I wait for her to relax and then rip my cock from her and pull her up and around by her hair. I push the head into her mouth and my cum begins to spill against her tongue and down her throat. "Take it all Bobbi..." I groan through gritted teeth as the sweet feeling of release floods through my body. She accepts every drop without question, sucking gently until I pull away.
I did my head and kiss her softly as she eases back against the pillows, eyes heavy with sleep. I lay beside her until she has drifted off, my fingers trailing the soft skin of her face. I want to tell her I'm sorry, but her deep slow breaths tell me she has already fallen asleep.
I rise from the bed, careful not to wake her, and button my suit pants...I throw my jacket over the chair of her vanity and head out to the kitchen for a glass of water before returning to her.
I round the corner of the hallway and step into the kitchen which is dimly lit by the little light above her kitchen sink.
I see him right away...Scooter sits waiting at the kitchen table. I realize all at once that in our fury, we hadn't even bothered to lock the door. He must have come to discuss what happened at the wedding with her. I have no idea how long he's been here.
He looks at me in silence just long enough to make me uncomfortable and then says in a frighteningly calm voice, "I think we need to talk Justin."