A/N: There’s a lot going on in this chapter.  I hope it’s not confusing because this is one of those chapters that kinda wrote it self.  I hope you like!

Heaven Can Wait

Chapter 06 – Press Pause

“Fore!” 

Justin’s stepfather Paul called out giving him warning of the golf ball flying by his head.  He quickly ducked; missing the ball by only inches.  He looked up wiping the sweat from his brow.  The sun was high in the sky.  It was scorching hot and they had been on the course for hours now. 

He lined up his next shot. 

Their vacation was quickly coming to an end.  Tomorrow they would fly back.  He was glad everything had gone smoothly and Beyoncé had gotten the rest she needed between being pulled from one family member to the next.  He knew they would love her but he had no idea they would fight over who had spent the most time with her; it was quite amusing to say the least.  She always seemed to captivate everyone with her warm personality and kind heart.  She could carry on a conversation with just about anyway and he loved that about her.

Pulling back he swung and watched his ball disappear over the horizon.

If at all possible the little time he had managed to steal alone with Beyoncé aloud him to fall even more in love with her; that little fact alone saddened him.  After the American Music Awards she would be leaving for her world tour.  What was he going to do?  The very thought of being separated for weeks at a time caused him physical pain.

He laughed to himself.  He was definitely pussy whipped… or maybe the correct terms was Beyoncé whipped.  The sex was always a plus but it wasn’t just physical with her; he found himself content with just holding her most nights while they talked for hours about life or nothing at all.  Of course when she left the states they would communicate through cell phones and iCHAT but the time differences would make those times rare.

He followed behind his father with a sigh after stuffing his club into his bag to the golf cart to head to the next hole.

He hated feeling this way.  He had never had a problem being separated from his partners in past relationships; he always knew it came with his career and lifestyle. In fact, in his previous relationships it was usually the female complaining about his schedule and them not spending enough time together.  That always irritated the hell out of him… so why was he doing it now? Why was he sulking and whining like a bitch?

“Stop acting like a lil’ bitch Justin.”  He scolded himself.

He could find comfort in knowing their reunions would be phenomenal.  It was true what they said.  “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” 

Paul sat in the passenger seat.  Justin sat behind the wheel and turned the key bringing the cart to life. Paul looked at his face and chuckled at the seriousness that lingered there. 

Justin diverted his eyes off the course.  “What?”  He asked confused.

Paul continued to laugh. “You really got it bad my boy.” His stepfather humorously replied.

Justin scrunched up his nose and focused back on his task.  “Come again.”  He said not picking up on what was funny.

Paul patted his back.  “It’s okay… I understand.”

Justin glanced in his direction.  “Okaaay.”  He said not really understand what Paul was getting at.

“You’re in looooove.”  The older man said in a child like manner.  “I saw the Ellen Show… I’m really happy for you Justin.  She’s a good girl.  I’m glad you were smarter with picking’em this time.”

Justin gave him look.  “What do ya mean ‘smarter at picking’em’?” He asked a little offended.

Paul covered his mouth and coughed out.  “Cameron!”

“You and mom are never gonna let me live that down… are you?” Justin asked, annoyed.

Paul nodded his head.  “Never!” He shook Justin a little.  “But hey… You learned from your mistakes. That’s what’s important.”

Justin couldn’t help but crack a sideways smile at his stepfather.  He couldn’t help admitting to himself she was a little psychotic. “I’m so glad you thank so pop.”  He said biting his bottom lip and focusing back on the course. He was getting more and more use to his family bringing up Cameron’s stranger ways.  He new they all meant well but at times it got harder and harder to suppress the urge to take off his shoe and throw it at them. 

A comfortable silence fell on them; both men enjoying the light breeze and temporary relief from the harsh sun the cart provided.  Justin was debating on begging his stepfather to let him out of the game a little early so they could return to the comforts of an air conditioner but thought better of it.  It had been a few months since he’d been home.  The least he could do was play one full game of golf with him.

Paul watched his son as they approached the next hole.  He had come dressed in his full Nike attire and was now paying for it; not knowing the heat was going to spike to 89 today.  “Let’s make this our last hole...” He said feeling a little sorry for the younger man.  “If you don’t mind that is?”

Justin quickly glanced at him.  “Naw,” He rusted out hoping not to sound too relieved. “Whatever you wanna do is cool with me.” He said cutting off the cart and getting out.

Paul grabbed the golf bags before exciting.  “Your old man’s not as young as he used to be.”  He said.

“I’ve noticed,” Justin shot slyly.

Paul chuckled. “I’m gonna let that remark pass.”  They walked on to the course. “I was surprised Beyoncé was the only one to come home with you.”  He said changing the subject.  “Last time I talked to you, you said Trace was coming home with you.  How’s that kid doing anyway?”

Justin never thought there would be a time he would hear Trace’s name and tense with anger… shit there’s a first time for everything.  “Don’t you worry about him.” He replied with a tight smile.  “He’s doing just fine.” 

Paul looked his way questionably.  “I sense a little hostility there.”

“Try a lot.”

“Okay,” Paul said pulling both brows close together confused. Trace and Justin had practically been best friends and joined at the hip since birth. “You want to talk about it?” He asked already knowing the answer.

Justin stopped and turned to face him.  “Not really… but I’m gonna skip over the inevitable process of you forcing me too.”  He said, finishing with a grin.

Paul smiled at his clever remark.  “It’s good to see you know me so well.”  He said to him.  “Let’s get to it then… What juvenile fight did y’all have this time?” He asked figuring it was over something petty like always.

Justin turned around to face Paul.  “Trust me when I say… this goes way beyond petty.” He assured.  “And it’s definitely not something that can be fix with an “I’m sorry” this time.”

“Sounds serious”

“It’s whatever.” He said with a shrug.  “No reason to stress over what can’t be fixed, right.”

Paul raised both brows. “So that’s it… your okay with it?” He asked wondering what truly happened.  “What’s the story JT because anytime somebody you care about is pissed at you, you usually freak until it’s fixed.  Why so calm this time? I mean you and Trace are practically one person.”

Justin scowled. “God I hope not… look pop.  Trace has changed a lot over the past few years and for the first time I was forced to see just how much.  It’s best for my sanity and his safety that we aren’t as close as we were before.”

“Okay… so what’s the story?”  He asked again.  “The fight didn’t become physical did it?”

Justin made a guilty face and looked away.  “Well kinda.”  He said with a tight smile. “Trust me pop when I say the boy had it comin’. His tomfoolery had escalated to an all new level and I saw it as my civic duty to knock some sense into him.” He said with a straight face.

Paul couldn’t help but laugh. “I see you’re getting better at this acting thing.” He finished with a chuckle.

“Thanks… really.”  The singer said with a roll of his eyes.

“Have you talked to your mother about this?”  Paul asked trying to hide his amusement.  “I’m sure she would be all over this if you had.  She’s always said when she gave birth to you it was like giving birth to twins.”

Justin looked up wanting the subject to end like five minutes ago.  How long had they been gone?  He turned back to Paul.  “Mom knows me well enough to know something’s up… she’s just waiting for me to come to her.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow Justin.” Paul reminded him.

“Guess I better hurry up then.”  His blackberry vibrated in his pocket and he thanked God for the save.  “Look pop… she’s only gonna be disappointed like me.” He said digging around in his pants pocket.  After finding his cell he glanced at the screen and frowned.  Damn he wanted to be saved but talking to his stepfather about his personal life was the lesser of the two evils.  He focused his attention back on Paul.  “This is gonna take a few minutes.  Go on and line up for your next shot.” He nodded and Justin hit answer with a huff.  “Yes,” He said wanting to cry.  The phone call was a reminder of how hectic both his and Beyoncé’s life was.  Nothing had changed.  It was all waiting for them when they returned.  Maybe he could talk her into staying another week he thought to him self.

“Justin!” His manager screamed forcing him to pull the phone a few inches from his ear.  “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for days now! Days!”

“Johnny just relax… relax!  I figured since I’m on vacation that meant no work… and no you.  My mistake!”

“How long have you been in this business?” He ranted. “The Justin Timberlake mogul empire can’t be ran if I can’t get in touch with Justin Timberlake! I got all these people breathing down my neck because you’ve vanished!” 

Justin continued to listen in silence with a bored expression on his face as Johnny went on and on. 

“I don’t care what you do!  Go on vacation!  Go to the fucking moon for all I care! I don’t give a fuck!  But you have to keep in touch with me Justin… you know the drill so why the cat and mouse game this time?” He paused only to catch his breath. “I got all these people from the William Rast campaign calling me needing to schedule your next commercial and photo shoot when they should be talking to your personal assistant or your so called partner but for some reason he’s unavailable just like you!  On top of all that I got Ciara’s management blowing up all five of my lines because they want to talk to you! Not me! You gotta tell me something so I can get these people off my back! They’ve been calling me nonstop for the past three days!  They’re jumping on my last nerve and if they ask me one more time where the hell you are I’ll lose it!”  He stopped hoping to receive some kind of response. “Justin… Justin!”  He pulled back to look at his phone. “Are you still there?”

Justin chuckled.  “I was just tryna make sure you were done is all.”  He confessed.  “You sounded like you needed to get that out and I was scared to stop you.”

Johnny knew he was smiling on the other end.  “I’m glad you find all this amusing!  I’m having a breakdown while you’re off God knows where getting a fucking tan! Just great!”

Justin tried his hardest not to laugh but it was nearly impossible.  “I pay you to stress so I don’t have to.”  He said in a sing song voice.  He heard his manager grumbling about something else on the other end and quickly added.  “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!  I’m in business mode now Johnny and I’m gonna fix all of this-“

Johnny cut him off.  “Where’s Trace and why can’t I get in touch with him or your assistant?”

“He’s probably off bangin’ her somewhere.”

“What!” Johnny shrieked.

“I’m kidding!” He said with a laugh.  “I’m kidding!  Shit Johnny where’s your since of humor gone my friend?  When I get back I’m sending you on a vacation man.  You need one pronto!  It’s on me-“

“JUSTIN! Where is he?”

“I’m sorry!  Look I don’t’ know where he is.  Maybe he did me a favor and quit… as for my cousin Rachel, I sent her on vacation. She’ll be back when I get back tomorrow.”
 
“What do you want me to do about all these people calling me Justin?”  He asked a little calmer this time.

“I don’t understand why Ciara’s management’s calling me.”

Johnny laughed for the first time since Justin answered his call.  “They haven’t directly come out and said it.”  He started. “But between you and me it’s because Ciara’s album sales are crappy.  They were expecting big numbers the first week and she didn’t deliver.  The only thing that’s produced any kind of profit is the single she has with you.”

Justin closed his eyes.  “Perfect.”  He mumbled to himself already knowing where this was headed and hating it.  “They want me to go on the road and promote her CD using our single?”  He asked already knowing the answer.

“Bingo!”

“Fuckin’ A!” He shouted

His stepfather turned around and gave him a menacing look.

Justin gave him his best innocent face in return and mouthed “Sorry,” before speaking back into his cell.  “Johnny I was thinking about going with BK when she leaves for her world tour... just for a couple of weeks to make sure she doesn’t over do it.”  He finished with a sigh.

Johnny simply replied with an.  “Okay.” Not seeing where the problem was. “I got your answer… now I can tell them no, so they can stop tying up my phone lines. Problem solved.”

Justin bit his bottom lip and took a second to think before responding.  “No…no… Just have Ciara call me directly.  I don’t want to deal with her management but I’ll talk to her.”

“It’s okay to say no Justin.  Go on the tour with Beyoncé. It’ll be good for the both of you.”

He wanted to say okay and let that be that but he couldn’t.  He didn’t have it in him.  “It’s cool Johnny.  Just have her call me.”

“It’s okay to say no… say it with me… Noooo…. Noooo… No-oooo-“

“I can’t do that to Cici.  She’s a friend and I can’t leave her hangin’ like that.  Just have her call me… aight.”

Justin could practically see Johnny shaking his head at him on the other end. “Okay boss man.  What you say goes.  What about William Rast?”  He asked.

“Don’t stress.  I’ll have Rachel take care of it and I’ll sign off on all the paper work when I get back.”

“Aight then, that’ll do it for now.  I’ll see you when you get back. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.”

“Sure”

“And Justin?”

“Yeah”

“Keep your phone on.”

“Okay Johnny.”  He said before hanging up and quickly stuffing his blackberry back in his pocket.  “Why doesn’t life come with a pause button?”  He grumbled.

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“Ready!”  She said looking to her left at her prey. “Set!”

Justin’s younger brothers Stephan and Jonathan made eye contact letting her know they were ready.  Both boys shuffled their weight from one foot to the other eagerly awaiting her command to dive into the twelve feet deep pool.

Beyoncé looked between the two young boys and slowly raised her arms.  “Go!”  She shouted, dropping her arms to her side.

The oldest Jonathan’s reaction was instant.  He dove in head first.  Stephan lagged a few seconds behind entering with a cannon ball splashing water back in Beyoncé’s face.

She wiped her face and waited a while giving them a ten second head start before diving in after them.  Stephan had just resurfaced.  He shrieked when he saw her swimming his way. The eleven year old wasn’t as strong a swimmer as his brother.  His doggy paddling was no match for Beyoncé’s sidestroke.  She was already gaining on him.

Stephan paddled faster and faster.  He didn’t look back again in fear of finding her on his heels.

He never made it to the center of the pool before Beyoncé grabbed his ankle and pulled him under.  “Shark’s got you!”  She cheered.

Stephan went down splashing and she splashed him back.  “Awwwww man!”  He yelped.  “You always get me first!”  He continued to giggle as she splashed him some more.  He did his best to splash her back but she ultimately won that battle as well.  He raised his hands in surrender.  “You win… again!”

“This is getting so easy boys!”  She bragged.  “Y’all sure you don’t wanna play another game?”  She asked eyeing the older fish at the end of the pool.  “I’ve already won like ten times.  You know I’m gonna getcha Jon!”  She said smiling at him.

Jonathan continued to tread water on the far side of the pool trying not to die from a stroke. He’d had a crush on Beyoncé since he was ten years old and allowed to watch BET & MTV.  The walls of his room were still cluttered with posters of her and every time she smiled at the sixteen year old his blood pressure rose and his stomach did all sorts of flip flops. If he turned any redder he would look like a tomato.  He wiped under his nose trying to clear some of the water hoping he wasn’t being too obvious. “I wonder if she goes for younger men.”  He thought to himself.

Beyoncé took off under the water coming towards the teen without warning.

Jonathan froze.  He wasn’t petrified from fear of being caught; he welcomed it in fact.  Wrestling with the sexy songstress under the water was the highlight of his day.  They had been playing this game for hours now and each time Beyoncé was the ferocious shark and he her helpless prey. He had even been able to slip a few body slams in himself.

He stayed in his spot waiting for her curvaceous body to resurface.  He could already imagine how her soft body would feel against his back when she wrapped her arms around his middle to sling him in the water.

Jonathan snapped out of his daydream as her body shot up like a cannon.  His eyes widened as water glistened and trailed down her golden body.  He was ready for her and had already decided not to put up much of a fight. He was just trying so hard not to get a boner in fear she would notice.

Beyoncé closed in on him.

“BK!”

She stopped and turned round toward the direction her name was being called from with her hands resting on Jonathans shoulders.

“BK!” Lynn called.

“Yes ma’am!”  She answered removing her hands.

Jonathan groaned with disappointment. His father’s ex always ruined his fun.

Lynn stood at the grill. “Do you mind checking the casserole in the oven please? I would but I need to finish flippin’ these stakes.”

Beyoncé smiled at her.  “No problem.”  She said already swimming to the edge and lifting her self up.  “Looks like I win again boys!”  She shouted over her shoulder. “I’m done! I’ve been sliced up! Beat up! Tore up!  I’m done! I win!”

Jonathan opened his mouth to protest but he was at a total loss as his eyes trialed down her yellow bikini clad body.  She was perfection! Like a goddess even.  Water ran down her back on to her plump bottom and he found himself wishing he was a speck of that precipitation.  His older brother was indeed a lucky man.

She ran her hand down her long wet dark curls to ring out as much water as she could.  She turned round to speak to the teen with the raging hormones causing him to swallow hard.  “Mr. Timberlake’s coming to pick you up after we eat right?” She asked politely like always but to him her words were like velvet.

All he could do was gawk at her.

Beyoncé stood there in front of the pool drying her hair waiting for an answer she never got.  The goofy face he wore was very strange to her and she couldn’t help but giggle a little.  “Hey!  Jonathan!”  She said and there was still no reply.  “Jonathan… ya there!”  She said a little louder.

He jerked slightly.  “Uh… what?”  He asked blinking himself back to reality.

She smirked at him showing off her dimples.  “When’s your dad picking you up… I haven’t gotten a chance to meet him.”

Jonathan just shrugged.

“Okay.”  She mouthed to herself raising her brows.

Lynn waved her over.

Beyoncé passed Tiny and Big sitting at a picnic table playing a card game as she approached Lynn.

“I’m sure you’ve picked up on how little Justin talks about his father.”  Lynn said to her.

Beyoncé nodded.  “It’s the same with those two.” She said pointing to the pool.

Lynn shook her head.  “Naw… they’re just use to not talking about him when they come over to visit Justin is all hunny.  Justin’s relationship with Randall has all ways been a little strained.”  She said trying to put it lightly.  “I doubt Randall will even show today.  Justin’ll mostly likely drop the boys off at their mother’s later to night.”  She finished explaining like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Does he ever see him?”  Beyoncé asked wondering why Justin had never mentioned it before.

Lynn spread barbeque over the ribs.  “Well… mostly just special occasions like holidays and when Justin goes over to visit the boys.  That’s about it.  He only tolerates his father’s presents when necessary.”

Beyoncé was going to ask why but she figured it best to ask Justin himself. “I should go and check that casserole before it burns.”

Lynn simply nodded with a smile and continued with her task.

Beyoncé walked across the patio leaving her wrap on a lawn chair. She hadn’t thought it odd that Justin had introduced her to his Grandmother, Aunts, Uncles, countless cousins, and long time friends the past few days; all of which seemed to love and dote on him equally and he seemed to reciprocate those feelings as well.  What struck her as odd was she had voiced how excited she was to have the opportunity to finally meet his real father several times during their vacation and not once had Justin brought up his ill will towards him.  They had been best friends for years before they were loves and she thought they shared everything with each other.  He had spoken to her in the past about his father but that was in reference to his stepfather who he claimed as his real one.

Pulling the glass slide door open her bare feet stepped onto the cold hardwood floor and quickly shaking off the topic not wanting to over think something that probably wasn’t that serious of an issue to begin with.

The aroma of Shepard’s pie hurriedly invaded her nostrils as she rounded the corner to the foyer. Her stomach spoke reminding her just how hungry she was. Trying to limit the mess her wet bathing suit would cause; she quickened her steps down the long hall only allowing the balls of her feet to touch the cold floor.  Seconds later she was in the black marble covered kitchen grabbing two kitchen towels and opening the oven door to set the bubbling casserole on the stovetop.  Standing on her tiptoes she cut the oven off coming to the conclusion the dish was done and good enough to eat. 

Throwing the towel on the countertop she spun around to make her exit; not even making it five steps before she was grabbed around her waist and snatched.  Beyoncé gasped feeling a sweaty hand cover her mouth from behind. The assailant picked her up off her bare feet still grasping her middle with his other arm and pulled her into the pantry kicking and screaming.

The door shut and Beyoncé panicked.  Oprah’s shows on women being attacked flashed in her mind and she recalled her mentioning never to let the attacker get you to a second locations.  Her desperate eyes searched the dark space and widened.  She was already in the second location!  The lunatic bastard would probably violate her and undoubtedly kill her! 

She struggled harder against his strong embrace and somehow managed to wiggle an arm free.  She bit down hard on his hand and elbowed him twice in the stomach.

He doubled over.  “I can get use to this… rough foreplay!”  He grumbled with pain.

Beyoncé was already in mid-stride when the familiar voice froze her in position and she stayed like that a few seconds before slowly doing an about face.

Justin could clearly see she was pissed; it was evident in the deadly stare she gave him but he couldn’t help but be turned on by the sway in her hips as her bikini clad body stomped back over to him. Her hair was wet and wavy down her back. Her skin glistening like she had just stepped out of a pool and was now sun kissed and a slightly deeper golden brown.  He couldn’t help but smirk at her Amazon princess like appearance.

Beyoncé recognized the look he was giving her but wasn’t biting.  “Were you tryna kill me boy!” She yelled as she punched him in the arm. “I thought I was about to be raped!”  She said her voicing getting louder.

Justin ignored the sting in his arm as he pulled her close.  “I have to admit.”  He murmured against her ear.  “I did have a few dirty thoughts running through my mind… but in everyone I took you several ways willingly over… and over again baby girl.”  His husky voice sent shivers up and down her spine.  She couldn’t help but relax in his arms.  He leaned down to kiss the hollow of her neck and both his hand glided over the soft skin on her lower back; the stubble on his chin tickling her. “I missed you BK.”  He admitted softly.

Beyoncé pulled back to look up in his eyes with a smile and he kissed her dimpled cheek. “You were only gone for a few hours Justin… and look you made it through.”  She finished with a fake shocked expression.

His gaze lowered to the cleavage that showed at the edge of her bikini top and his eyes darken to a navy blue as he licked his pink lips.

She had no clue his mind and eyes were on other things from the lack of light in the pantry and she continued on.  “I knew you could-“her voice hitched as he traced the back of his hand around her naval which was her most ticklish area.  “Don’t do that!”  She giggled.

“I missed you… you didn’t miss me BK?”  He asked with a boyish pout.

She tried hard not to smile at how cute he was, but he was damn sexy and he knew it.  “Boy please!” She managed. Justin pulled her back up against his body and she tried to push away from him but failed from not putting up much of a fight to begin with.  “You need a shower!”  She said giving him the stank face.  “You’re all sweaty… and I’m wet!” She shrieked as he nibbled on her earlobe forcing her in to a fit of giggles.

“You know I like it when you’re wet for me babe.”  He responded slyly. “Come take a shower with me so we can do our part and reserve water.”

She frantically shook her head already seeing him close in on her.  “No!” She shrieked as he lifted her over his right shoulder.  “No Justin!  Don’t!” She screamed and kicked her feet.  “I’m too heavy!  Put me down!”

He smacked her butt.  “There’s nothing heavy about you… except that ass girl!” He said already heading out the pantry. 

She fought him the entire way between laughing and giggling.  “This house has been filled up all week… but the one time I need help nobody’s around!”

Justin entered his room and tossed her on his king size bed.  Not wanting to give her a chance to recover he jumped on top of her and immediately tackled her neck with his kisses.

She caressed the nape of his neck allowing him to take full advantage of her as his body rested between her legs.  “Don’t leave a mark.”  She said to him as she panted.

He only reply with a chuckle.  He trailed his hands up her sides and pulled her arms above her head.  His lips found her softer ones and he smiled at the cherry taste.  He trailed his tongue over her bottom lip before exploring her mouth.  He loved that kissing her still gave him butterfly.  He slowed his actions wanting to savor the feeling for as long as possible. 

Beyoncé melted into each touch and caress.  Her body reacted to him with every touch.  If she wasn’t wet before getting out of the pool she was now and taking that shower with him was becoming more and more appealing. Justin managed to tear his lips away from hers and kiss his way back to her neck.  “Justin!”  She moaned.

He ignored her thinking she was calling out in the heat of the moment.

“Justin!”  She moaned again; this time louder.  “We can’t papi!  Believe me… I want too… but we can’t!”

Justin paused with a huff.  “I think we can!  Everything’s working just fine on my end!”

She giggled at how frustrated he sounded.  “I was supposed to be back out side fifteen minutes ago… Lynn’ll probably come looking from me!” She reasoned.

Justin pulled back to meet her brown eyes.  “My mom knows me well enough to know when not to bother me in my room!  We’re both young adults with a hungry sexual appetite!  Trust me as soon as she comes up stairs and hears you screaming my name she’ll back off!”  He kissed and sucked his way down the valley of her breast to her toned abs. “I’ve been trying to get you away from my family all fuckin’ week!”

Beyoncé closed her eyes shut and squirmed under his touch.  “What if she sends one of your brothers?”  She managed to force out. Justin halted and let out a few frustrated grunts followed by numerous curse words.  “I’ll make up to you.”  She promised.

He didn’t say a word just crawled off of her and sulked all the way to the bathroom closing it behind him.

She shook her head and laughed at him.  After getting her laughter under control she stood up to exit the room but stopped when Justin’s blackberry rung and vibrated on the nightstand.  She was about to make her exit when he called out.  “Get that for me babe!”

She quickly picked it up and glanced at the screen name flashing.  A perfectly plucked brow arched.  “Cici,” she read.  As tempted as she was to answer it just to mark her territory she forced her legs to move towards the bathroom not wanting to be a hypocrite. Opening the bathroom door she handed it to him.  “Phone,” She said clearly annoyed.

Justin looked up to grab it and say “thanks” when he caught her rolling her eyes.  “What?”  He asked with a shrug taking the phone.

“It’s Cici!”  She emphasized the use of the nickname.

He couldn’t help but smile at her reaction. He walked over to her and kissed the crown of her head.  “It’s business.” He mumbled.

Beyoncé left the bathroom still not understanding why he found her moments of jealously cute.

He waited until the bathroom door shut before placing the phone to his ear.  “Hello.”

“Hey, Justin.” Ciara said in her small voice she was known for.

He finished removing his pants only leaving him in his boxers.  “What’s up?”

“You’re a hard man to keep up with JT.”

“Yeah… Sorry about that.  I brought BK home to meet the fam.”

She rolled her eyes at the mention of Beyoncé.  “Good for you.”  She managed to lie. “How’s it going?”  She asked hoping for the worst.

“They’re just as in love as me.”  He confessed with a smile, genuinely pleased everything had gone great so far.  He thought he might of heard a grunt on the other end but wasn’t sure.  “What can I do for you Cici?”  He asked trying to get on with it so he could hop in the shower. “Johnny told me your management thought it would be good if I helped promote your album.”

“Yeah… they’re jumping all over me because of my sales.  I don’t know what to do Justin!” She whined. “I thought my fans would be all over the new direction I took the album.  It has more of a pop edge then my previous albums.”

“Don’t be hard on yourself… sometimes it takes awhile for people to catch on to your vision but hang in there.”

“Our single is doing well though… that’s why my label’s not completely losing it.  They figure if we promote the record together it’ll boost my album sales.”  She paused trying to find the courage to ask. “I know it’s asking a lot but they really want you to go on a promotional tour with me… ya know hitting all the daytime shows.  They’ve actually already started scheduling it.  Our first stop would be Ellen since her audience really supports you.”  She stopped waiting for his reaction.

There was a long pause.

“You know I’m always here to help you in anyway I can Cici.”

Ciara let out the breath she was holding. “Thank you Justin! Thank you!”

“I’ll have my assistant call your people to set everything in motions, aight.”

“Oh I forgot to ask… My management is trying to get the producers of the American Music Awards to allow us to perform the song-“

“I’m already performing… with BK-“

“People have more then one performance on those shows all the time Justin.”  She said getting a little frustrated.  “Just ask Beyoncé.  She preformed all through the Grammy’s one year.”

Justin thought about it.  They had already had the show place them as the first act so they could leave right after the performance so Beyoncé could catch a flight to New York to shoot two videos before leaving the country on her world tour.  If he stayed to perform with Ciara he couldn’t see her off.  “I can’t do it… look I’m hosting Saturday Night Live that weekend.  I’ll have them add you on for two sets.  We can do our song and you can do another song from your album.”

Ciara wanted to throw a tantrum but thought better of it.  “That sounds good Justin.”  She said returning to her soft voice. “Thank you.”

~~~~~~~

Beyoncé closed the glass door as she returned back outside.

“Hunny I thought somebody had kidnapped you.”  Lynn said with a knowing smile.

Justin’s step father had joined everyone outside while she was away.

Lynn looked up from the grill and lifted up the cordless phone.  “You have a phone call… he’s been holdin’ for a while.  I hope he’s still there.”

Beyoncé walked over and took the phone.  “Thanks.”  She told her before putting it to her ear.  “Hello,” she said unsure of who would know she was there to call the house.

“Diva!”  B. Scott’s voice blared through the phone.  “Did you fall in or something child?”

“Scotty?”  She said relaxing a little.  “Whatcho want?”

“Love muffin have I got some dirt for you!  Guess who I interviewed yesterday girl?”

“Who Scotty?”  She asked with a sigh.

“Keri Hilson!” He said excitedly.

She furrowed her brows.  “Who?”

He kissed his teeth.  “The no fan base havin’ bitch that leaked that single beefin’ with you chica…  Anyway back to the story girl-friend!  Her people scheduled an interview with me not knowing me and you been down since before Diddy was called Puff Daddy!  Girl yes!  She walked up-in-here and I laid in to her ass-“

Beyoncé covered her face.  “You didn’t Scotty?”  She asked in a warning tone.

“I sho did! Girl I had my producer hold my ponytail as I whooped that ass!”

She couldn’t help but laugh at him.  Her attention was pulled away from the conversation when Stephan cheered and ran toward the back door to hug a very tall older man that strangely resembled Justin. “Scotty I’m gonna have to call you back.”

~~~~~

The tension in the dining room was palpable.  Justin and Beyoncé sat on one side of the table with Big and Tiny on either side of them.  Justin’s father Randall sat across from them with his wife Lisa at his side that was stuffing her face with fried chicken trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.  Lynn sat at one head and Paul sat at the other. There had yet to be one word spoken at the table except for the occasional “pass the salt,” since they took their seats thirty minutes prior.

Beyoncé shuffled her vegetable around on her plate before glancing Justin’s way.  He was rigid and tense.  He hadn’t said one word to her or anybody since coming downstairs and discovering they had two surprised guests.  She turned away from him and signed; she couldn’t take much more of the silent treatment he was giving to everyone.  It was so unlike him to be cold and stand offish.

She leaned over to him.  “If you hold that glass any tighter it’s gonna shatter.”  She whispered to him.

Justin released the glass and gave her an apologetic smile.  He had been trying to keep his cool the entire time and hadn’t even thought about how everything was affecting her. 

She returned the smile and went back to pushing her food around the plate.

Paul cleared his throat and spoke up to kill the silence. “I hope everyone’s enjoying the food.”

“Everything’s great Mr. Harless,” Big responded.

“I told you call me Paul.” And that was that.  It went back to silence for another five minutes.

Randall shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked up at Beyoncé.  His eyes roamed over the white blouse she wore and then to cleavage.  They made eye contact and he smiled at her politely but it didn’t meet his eyes.  “My son Jonathan’s a huge fan of yours.”  He told her.  “He’s gone on and on about how beautiful you are for years now.  The posters on his wall don’t do you justice.”

She smiled at him and blushed from his compliment. “Thank you Mr. Timberlake.”

“Call me Randall… you’re practically family Beyoncé.”

Justin glared at him and he quickly looked away from her.  “You’re a huge flatterer aren’t you?” He asked dryly. “Try not to hit on her dad!”

“Justin!” His mother warned.  “Don’t!”

Beyoncé grabbed his hand that rested on the table.  She could feel how heated he was. His red face reflected her assumption.  “Justin.”  She pleaded

 He ignored her as he looked back at his father.  “How bout it dad… were you starting in on her early!”  He turned back to her.  “My father has a thing for younger woman… don’t you dad?  Especially one’s that are my girlfriend!”

Tiny just about choked on the stake he had just swallowed, while Big’s fork completely missed his mouth.

Lynn stood up.  “Justin he’s your father!”

“Mom! He’s not my father!  The only man that’s been a father to me is Paul… and I’m not gonna sit across from him.”  He said pointing to Randall.  “Like everything’s fuckin’ dandy when he hates me just as much as I hate him!  The only reason he’s here anyway is so he can drool and gawk at my girlfriend! You’re fuckin’ disgust me!”

Randall’s wife looked like she wanted to die on the spot.  She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.  “Please Justin,” She whispered. 

“Why do you stay with him?”  He asked her in a quiet tone.  “You deserve better!  He’s a lousy man and an even lousier father!”

“Justin that’s enough!”  Paul shouted.  “Son this isn’t the time!”

Randall stood towering over the table.  “I-am your father and you will respect me!”

Justin stood mimicking his stance.  Beyoncé stood up with him gripping his arm in fear he would jump over the table at his father.

“You’ve never been my father… Randall!”  He spat thought clenched teeth.  “You think you can come in my mother’s home after abandoning her years ago and start throwing orders around! You’re not even worthy to breath the same air her!”

Randall chuckled.  “All that anger boy… you’re a lot like your old man!”

Lynn knew that was the wrong thing to say when Big and Tiny got between the two to hold Justin back.  “Get outta my house Randall!”  She told him. “You’re not welcome here!”  She looked at his wife.  “I’m sorry.”

Justin struggled against his bodyguards as his father stared at him with a smug expression. “Make no mistake… you and I are nothing alike!  I pray every night I don’t end up like you!  You’re pathetic!”

Lynn looked at Beyoncé with a pleading in her eyes.

“Justin!” Beyoncé called. He stopped pulling against Big and Tiny to gaze into her eyes. “Please come with me. This is not worth the energy behind all that anger… please come with me upstairs.”

He took a few seconds to take in her words before looking away and nodding.  The guards dropped their hold on him and she took his hand; slowly leading him up stairs with the guards in tow.

~~~~~~~~~

Justin sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands completely embarrassed.  Beyoncé stood in front of him and he had yet to say a word since they entered the room five minutes ago.

Do you want to talk about it?”  She asked but got no answer.  She stood there giving him time to cool off before take a seat next to him and placing a hand on his back.  “It wasn’t that bad Justin.” She murmured.

He peeked at her from underneath his hands.  “Like shit it wasn’t!  I completely lost it down there… I ruined your vacations!  What a nice way to end it right?”

Beyoncé couldn’t help but laugh.  “You can be so dramatic sometimes JT!”  She giggled.  “You didn’t ruin my vacations silly.  So what your family’s not completely perfect!  Who’s is? It’s actually a relief to me!”  She said wearing a smile.

Justin sat back and looked at her.  “You’re crazy.”  He said in disbelief.

“So is your family!”  She shot back but quickly added “just kidding,” when she saw his face. “Justin… baby,” she said holding his face between both hands.  “So what your father’s an ass hole... big deal!  Like you said down there you’re nothing like him.”  She dropped her hands.  “Besides I kinda turned me on when you got all protective because you thought he was tryna holla at your girl.”  She said pushing him in the shoulder and smiling up at him.  “You don’t ever have to worry about being embarrassed for being who you are… not in front of me because no matter what I’ll always love you.”

Justin gave her a gentle kiss.  Thank you. “He mumbled against her lips.

“Don’t thank me… kiss me.” Before there lips touched she pulled back.  “Hold that thought… you might want to check on your mother first.”

Justin groaned.  “You’re right.”

~~~~~

Justin found his mother in the family room flipping the television but not paying attention to it. “Hey ma.”  He rasped.  “Can I sit?”

She looked over to him and held out her hand.  “Come here baby.”

Justin sat beside is mother and laid his head on her shoulder.  “I’m sorry.”

She patted his knee.  “It’s okay.”  She assured.  “I’m just worried about all that anger you’ve got carrying around inside you hunny.  I’m not saying you don’t a right to it… but don’t let it destroy you.  All the things your father’s done to both of us he’ll have to deal with and answer to it when the dear lord comes for him.  Now if it’s me you’re worried about… ‘I’m fine-“

“I just hate the way he treated you mom… all the things he did to me I can live with.”

“That was years ago Justin… I barley even think about those days now.  I’m happily married to Paul.  Randall can’t hurt me anymore. You just take care of yourself… and that pretty girl up stairs.”

Justin looked up at his mother and smiled.  He admired how strong she had become over the years.  He hoped one day he was as strong.  “Okay mama.”

~~~~~

After he talked to his mother a few more minutes he returned to his room to find it empty. The bed was perfect except for the jeans Beyoncé wore where laying on it in a crumbled heap. On the floor at the foot of the bed was the white blouse she had on.  He followed the trail leading to the bathroom coming a cross different articles of clothing here and there and took off his own with every step until he was left in his birthday suit.  Finally making it to the bathroom door he picked up her black lacy bra in front of it and tossed it to the side. He could hear “Falsetto,” playing on the other side of the door.

She puttin' moves on me
I could've swore shawty's a wrestler

Opening up the door to the spacious bathroom he entered the steam filled room trying his best to be quite as he tiptoed toward the shower.  He stood there naked just watching her silhouette through the glass door.

Talkin' all that shit
As soon as I hit, now I got her talkin' like this

“Are you going to stand there all night watching me?” She asked her voice echoing off the walls. 

In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh! Ohh! "

She slide the door open and reached for him. “Come here baby.” She said as he took her hand and she pulled him under the showerhead drenching him head to toe.

In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh! "

Justin pressed his hard body up against her soft one and moved her so her back was up against the tile wall and quickly attacked her lips with bruising kisses. Her arms wrapped round his neck to pull him closer.

In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh! Ohh! "

He thrusted his tongue past her lips and she willingly submitted to his will moaning into his mouth as the kiss intensified. He kissed down her chin and down her neck as he brushed his erection up against her.

In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh! "

Beyoncé panted his name as he sucked on her pulse point and ran his hand through her hair.  He kissed behind her ear back up to her plump lips and ran his hand down her back to caress her bottom.

She's telling all her homies
I'm the real deal
Everytime she leave the crib
Shawty be coming right back

She wrapped her hand round his throbbing dick and pumped him slowly.  Justin braced his hands on the shower to keep his balance. He pulled her hand away and brought both of them over her head as her chest heaved up and down with each breath she took.

She talkin' dirty all up in my ear
And I'm finna' put this dog right on her kitty cat
I wasn't gonna show you up
But then you got that liquor in you
Calling last night a fluke

She smirked up at him before kissing his lips and his ear. “No more.”  She said in a whisper sending shivers down his back.  “I can’t wait…I want it… please.” She begged.  “I need you.”

Acting like she didn't remember
I hopped up out that linen
And I'm finna' defend my title
Finna' put yo ass to bed
Tell me which way would you like it

Justin released her and his hands found there way to her breasts kneading them with his palms.  She bit her bottom lip to silence her cries as his right hand left her hard nipple and moved down south to her heated core.

Talkin' all that shit
As soon as I hit, now I got her talkin' like this
In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh! Ohh! "

He pushed two digest past her wet folds and she cried out from the friction but it did nothing for the release she wanted… needed.  She bucked her hips against his hands wanting him to go deeper but he anchored her back to the wall.

In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh! "

She stared up in to his deep blue hooded eyes silently asking for what she wanted and he smiled in return.  “No more games.”  She said with a raised brown and he removed his hand from her center.

In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh! Ohh! "

Justin tilted her chin up towards him to steal a kiss. He reached behind her lifting her legs around his waste but not separating his lips from hers.  Beyoncé tightened her legs around his waist and grinded her heat up against his hardness as payback. His dick twitched from the contact and she smiled against his lips

In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh! "

Not wanting to wait any longer he reached between them and guided his dick in to her tight pussy thrusting deep as he entered.  She dug her nails in to his lower back and broke their kiss when she let out a deep satisfied grunt.

She said it feels like her very first time
She said it feels like her very first night

Justin pressed her up hard against the wall as he moved swiftly in and out of her wetness.  Each time he went deeper her walls contracted around him sending organic sensations throughout his body making him want to fill every part of her… every inch of her.

Grind it, grind it, grind it, baby
Grind it, grind it, make me crazy
Grind it, grind it, do it, do it

Beyoncé leaned her head back on the wall.  “Harder!”  She demanded.  “Ohhh!  It feels so good!” She panted on.  “Harder!”

Justin pulled her down for a sloppy kiss as he picked up speed driving in to her deep and as quickly as he could manage.  Her cries of passion encouraged him on as they filled the shower.

Grind it, grind it, grind it, baby
Grind it, grind it, grind it, hon'
Grind it, grind it

He felt her body and her walls tighten round him.  He pistoned in and out of her at a monstrous speed trying to built her up for her release.  Her walls contracted and convulsed as she reached the top of her peak and her orgasm washed over her in waves.  She keep meeting his thrust as she road it out.

Now say, "Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh ooh! "

Her walls milked his pulsating shaft for his own release. He never stopped moving with in her until he felt her body go limp and his own legs give out. He slowly brought them down to the shower floor.  She straddled him and he had her wrapped in his strong embrace.

It's all over now
You can come back down
We can talk in this key right here
But anytime you want me to take you up
Baby jump on this elevator
Promise there ain't nothing greater

They stayed on the shower floor trying to control there labored breathing for what seemed like forever still connected  as one as the water from the shower head beat down on there bare skin.

Take a shower
Let's take a shower
Let's take a shower
Let's take a shower
Meet you right back here in half an hour

… to be continued.

A/N:  Well there you go!  I hope you liked it.  Please leave a comment and tell me what you think.

The song used at the end was “Falsetto,” By: The-Dream.  You should check it out if you haven’t heard it before. I felt it really set the mood at the end.  It’s hot and my jam for the moment!”