Chapter 4 - The Show(s)

Next Day...

 

 

I know that I really shouldn't be so excited but I can't help it. It's Friday night and tonight is Justin's big show here at the club with ‘his girls' and then it's off to his mansion for the after party. You know the only reason why I'm so excited is because I get to see JC tonight. When he called yesterday after Justin left, he just wanted to know how he could collect his V.I.P tickets for tonight. It's really going to be a big deal. The media is going to be there and it's just going to be crazy! I think it has something to do with Hugh Hefner being the guest of honor. It would really be nice to meet him. Maybe I could convince him to make me one of his playboy girls to get away from Justin. But I digress.

 

Anyway, I told JC yesterday I'd pass his message so Justin could get right back to him about those tickets even though I knew the message would be delivered by Ricardo. Surprisingly, JC knew Justin wouldn't have taken lightly to me taking his calls, so he promised he wouldn't tell him. I swear the man just keeps amazing me. What really made me curious was when I asked him how he and Justin knew each other and he simply stated it wouldn't interest me. I mean really, me asking meant I was interested but, just talking to him was nice. He even promised he'd make sure I was off the market tonight so we could spend some time together. How sweet is that? Sure I'll be on my best behavior like Justin insisted, but, not because he asked me to.

 

The good part about this is Justin really tried controlling his temper yesterday. Even after he came home obviously pissed from whatever business encounter he had, he just glared at me and stormed into his room slamming the door shut.

 

‘Stupid me' had to go ahead and knock to find out what was wrong because even though he's an abusive psychotic bastard, I still care. Don't ask me why. I'm still trying to figure it out. But, we've been through the part about me being in love with him. I know that's how it always is in abusive relationships but this isn't even a relationship. I don't know what it is and maybe I'm mistaking some other emotion for love, but I doubt it.

 

Like I've said before, Justin wasn't always like this. So, whatever changed him, I wish he'd change back. Still, I just had to know why he wasn't in my room cursing me out or complaining about something I wasn't doing right. He's usually in my room almost every night. Except last night. He didn't even throw our weekly pool side party for his girls just to say he ‘appreciates' that we're making him filthy rich. It usually ends with him getting intoxicated and being stupid. I always stay far away from that party. I'm either in my room or on the phone with Courtney. But, but last night was different. Last night he went straight to his room without talking to anyone.

 

When I entered his room, he was rummaging through his draws looking for something. When he saw me his entire body turned rigid. With his back to me, he spat out "Just get out Diane. I don't want to pass my anger out on you and we have a show tomorrow. No amount of makeup will hide any mark I put on you if you piss me off. Just get the fuck out of here."

 

After that, I didn't say anything. I just left him alone. Something is up with that man. I'm only saying this because when I woke up this morning he was gone and I haven't seen him since.

 

 

Now, I'm sitting in the dressing room at the back of the club, getting ready for the show and applying some makeup. I can hear the MC on the microphone presenting the next girl on stage who's Bethany. I can't help but roll my eyes. She's a pure witch that one. There's a lot of commotion out there too. I can hear people screaming, hooting and hollering. The place must be packed tonight. Everyone wants a piece of playboy king Hefner. Oh well...

 

God, this stupid costume is so uncomfortable. I'm wearing this tight, black, dominatrix suit for part of the show theme tonight. It's suffocating me. It's practically glued to me like a second skin. And, I'm going to be out strutting around with a whip in my hand and leather gloves to match the outfit. Well, if I get to whip a few of our customers in fun that should be sweet.

 

Standing, I give myself a once over since I know my call is coming up soon. If I'm not out there on time, Justin will surely come looking...

 

Unfortunately, my thoughts are suddenly interrupted when I hear a strange noise from somewhere outside.

 

It's a loud bang...almost like a...gunshot? What the hell?

 

Snapping my head away from the mirror, I notice the doors to the dressing room swing open and in storms Justin followed by two of his ‘friends.'

 

I'm the only girl in here. I don't think he's noticed me yet because he's pacing and mumbling profanities. Ok, what's his deal?

 

"That son of a bitch!" Justin finally yells, letting out a strangled breath. "I should have killed him." He snaps before one of his men clear their throat and points in my direction.

 

Following their line of sight, Justin flips around and locks eyes with me.

 

Oh no.

 

Holding my breath I take a step backwards. Do I even want to know what just happened? I don't think so.

 

Storming over to me, Justin stops abruptly. His vision drops to my outfit as he scans me with a smirk on his face.

 

That's when I see it.

 

He has a gun...a revolver to be exact...clutched tightly in his right hand that seems to be partly trembling.

 

I think he's beyond pissed right now. I didn't even know he owned a gun.

 

"Why are you still in here?" Justin asks me, his voice threateningly low and sharp.

 

Please don't hit me...

 

"You have a stage call in a few Diane. Get out there now." He orders. Shaking my head I move around him but he stops me by gripping my arm roughly. Oh god...

 

"Ronnie, Jacob...give me a minute. I'll be right out." He says to his ‘boys' and they nod, instantly leaving the room.

 

Diverting his attention back to me, Justin sighs exasperatingly and drops my arm.

 

Rubbing the sore spot since he had a death grip on me, I continue to stare into his blues. They're so cold and emotionless...

 

Passing his hands through his hair in frustration, he rests the gun down on the makeup table, staring around the spacious room filled with endless costumes and props.

 

"How much did you hear?" he inquires. "This room isn't sound proof like out where the audience is located." He explains.

 

"I just...I just heard a gunshot that's all." I shrug.

 

"Ok." Straightening his posture, Justin grabs his ‘death device' fitting it snuggly into the waistband at the back of his dark denim jeans before he smoothes out his white designer shirt over it. Fixing the white fedora hat on his head, he locks eyes with me frowning in the process. "Don't even think about asking me what's going on Diane because I won't tell you." He hisses just before I hear my name being announced by the MC.

 

"Get the fuck out there. Time is money. I'll see you after the show." And just like that, he leaves me alone, waltzing out of the dressing room to regain his place in V.I.P I'd assume.

 

Grabbing my whip, I don't even bother to watch myself in the mirror this time. I'm just really curious as to what just happened.

 

Slumping, I jump when I hear Justin yell ‘Diane!' from somewhere behind the door...

 

"Shit..."

 

 

 

Rushing through the doors, I see him, Ronnie and Jacob exiting backstage to head up to the V.I.P section where I'm sure Hugh is located. I wonder if I told Mr. Hefner what was going on what he'd say. Like that will ever happen. Not unless I wanted a one way trip to the grave. Justin would kill me if I did that.

 

Shaking out my thoughts, I quickly put on my ‘show face', ambling to the back of the stage where the MC can see me.

 

"Gentlemen...and a few ladies..." The Mc jokes as I hear a few women laughing in the audience. "Welcome our featured girl tonight Miss. Veronica Blush!" he shouts and everyone cheers and hollers. Justin gave me that stage name. Don't ask me what he was thinking when he chose it. I've gotten used to it though.

 

Casually strutting unto the stage, I squint under the blinding lights as I swing my whip and sway my hips exaggeratingly. I can see the men at the edge of their seats in front of the stage, waving their bills in their hands and whistling at me. Trying to suppress my groans and a roll of my eyes, I smile seductively before I begin my dancing routine which consists of a bed prop, a pole and some very exotic, sexual hip movements as I shimmy out of my clothes.

 

I'm so used to this now that it comes naturally to me. I think most times when I'm out here, I tune out the deafening music, the endless faces sitting in the audience watching me and dissecting me with their stares and the fact that I have to let these horny perverts touch me in my most private areas. It's all just a job...it's a means to an end for me. I can handle it...

 

 

In the middle of my routine and me standing half-naked on stage, my eyes begin to roam over the many faces in the audience. I swear, grown ass men who are probably married with children or at least have a girlfriend are disgusting with the way they drool over us girls.

 

But all that is forgotten when I see him.

 

JC...

 

He's sitting upstairs in the V.I.P section next to Justin and what do you know? It's Mr. Hugh Hefner himself. Smiling shyly, JC picks up on my stare and smiles back at me. He looks really good in that black fitted shirt he's wearing. Maybe I can turn this show around and make it interesting for once.

 

Hugh and Justin seem to be in some type of conversation as I notice some of the playboy girls around him.

 

But, I'm not thinking about that. I'm focusing on JC who has the cutest smirk on his face right now just staring at me and licking his lips slowly, sensually. Yeah, he knows this is for him.

 

Still making sure that I collect my cash from the perverts in front the stage trying to grope at me, I focus all my attention on JC.

 

The way I'm moving, dancing and touching myself...it's all for him. And he knows it because he's shifting in his seat now. It's cute.

 

Damn, I wonder what it would feel like to have his hands all over me, touching me in that gentle, loving way that Justin has long forgotten how to do...

 

To my displeasure, my fun is short-lived, because before I can comprehend what's going on, I watch as Justin furrows his brows at me then diverts his attention to JC.

 

Oh that can't be good...

 

I'm not even given a chance to see his reaction because the MC is already calling the last girl out on stage which means my time is up.

 

Sighing, I blow a kiss for the men in the audience, gathering my discarded clothes before I sprint off the stage. I can still hear them calling after me to come back...

 

The MC says something about I'll be back out there before they know it the next time around.

 

Ugh, he's an asshole...

 

 

 

Ignoring the scathing look I get from Bethany when I enter the dressing room, I notice all the girls are changing from their costumes into their party outfits. The show will be over soon and then everyone who was invited to the after party will be heading over to Justin's place. Courtney should already be there with Rachel waiting for me, so, I'm super excited to see my little girl.

 

Unfortunately, before I can even grab a change of clothes, Justin comes storming into the room like a raging hyena.

 

"Everyone out now!" His voice booms. I watch as all the girls finish fixing up themselves, grabbing their belongings to exit. "I'll see you all at home. The limo is out waiting." He says to them before they disappear out the door.

 

Diverting his attention to me, Justin cocks his head to the side, biting the corner of his mouth as he takes in my half-naked form.

 

Oh great. Now what?

 

"What was that out there?" he asks in a light whisper.

 

"What was what?"

 

"Don't play with me Di. I saw the way you were looking at JC. Am I missing something?" He inquires as I notice the anger slowly dissipate from his tense form.

 

"No..."

 

Sighing, Justin rubs his palms over his face before he clenches his fists together. "Diane. I'm really trying to refrain from choking you to death..." he spits. "Don't fucking lie to me too." He snaps and by the homicidal look in his eyes I know he's serious.

 

"It was nothing Justin. I was just..."

 

"You never look into the crowd unless it's at the guys who are directly in front of the stage. What the fuck Diane! You better not be developing any attachment to him else I swear...I swear on your fucking grave...I'll kill you both. You never, ever mix business with pleasure. Never!" Justin states walking towards me, but, he stops abruptly. "Do you like him?" he asks, a new emotion I've never seen before and can't quite place shining through his orbs.

 

"What!? NO! He, he's just a client." I lie, backing away and covering my exposed breasts with my dominatrix suit.

 

"He better be. I don't give a fuck about what history he and I have. If he's breaking the rules with any of my girls I will not hesitate to put him in his place. Besides, you'd be really stupid getting mixed up with someone like Josh. I know for a fact it would never work out." Justin laughs bitterly and I frown by that statement. What the hell is he talking about? "Plus, you're mine so, he can't have you." Justin states with a hint of finality in his voice.

 

Why does Justin saying that send shivers down my spine? And not in a good way mind you. God, I'm doomed aren't I?

 

When he notices I'm just standing there staring at him, too terrified to even say anything that might set him off and cause him to beat on me, he just groans.

 

"Get dressed Diane. I'm going out to make my speech. The show is practically over. Then, we're heading back to the mansion for the party. I have someone I want you to meet. Rachel called and said Courtney is there waiting for you. Just watch yourself with me. Don't fuck with JC Diane. I mean it. He pays to see you just like everyone else. That's it! Got it?" Justin warns, pointing his finger in my face.

 

Shaking my head ‘yes', he folds his arms across his chest still looking at me but this time, it's not the disgusted look he always gives. It's...it's a little softer than usual.

 

Ok, what the hell is going on with Justin really? He's really confusing me today.

 

"Fine and make it quick. Don't make me come looking for you because I swear, this time, I won't even bother controlling my anger if you piss me off..."

 

And he's out the door with the same speed he came in.

 

Plopping down on a nearby chair, I breathe a sigh of relief. I wasn't even aware that I was holding my breath for the last few seconds until now.

 

"God, I just want out..." I moan into my hands, thinking of my little girl and how this could permanently damage her if I don't take her away from this life while she's still young and naïve.

 

 

 

****

Hours later...

At Justin's Mansion...

 

 

 

This party has been going on for hours...

 

When we came back to Justin's place, the DJ was already there setting up. Justin really went all out with this.

 

It's actually a pool side party. He has a large 25 meter pool with a built in bar, a hot tub, Jacuzzi and a buffet spread out for his guests. He actually installed fucking poles and hired strippers who weren't his girls to perform. There is also a glass stage over the pool where people can dance. There are a few media people roaming around in the mass of hot, sweaty, half-naked bodies and every once in a while camera flashes go off. All these ‘beautiful people' are really letting go here. God, next thing you know, they'll be having sex right there by the damn pool.

 

The music is blasting and I can actually feel the vibrations of the bass from where I'm sitting. There's a red, pink and white color scheme going on from the lounge chairs, towels Justin's laid out for his guests, the swim suits and swimming trunks people are wearing to the colors of the pool furniture. It's really extravagant. Everyone who's anyone in the entertainment world here in Las Vegas is here. There're so many celebrities, it's ridiculous.

 

But, I don't care about any of that. All I care about is my baby and she's been begging me to come out here the entire night but I refused to allow that. I'm not letting her get a glimpse into this tainted lifestyle. I am going to check on her though. Justin's been busy mingling and entertaining his guests so I won't have to worry about him for a while thank goodness.

 

Standing from my sitting position on one of the lounge chairs, I down my cherry martini then fix the two piece red bikini I have on, before I amble towards the sliding glass doors that lead into the side of the kitchen.

 

Quickly walking through the spacious black and white marbled kitchen, I round the corner and head straight for the living room, hearing the faint sounds of the television and a familiar giggle that I know and love.

 

 

 

"Hey, hey, hey...what you doing there little girl?" I inquire, standing at the entrance of the large living room decked out in everything leather and velvet.

 

"Mommy!"

 

Dropping to my knees, I gaze admirably at the three year old as she hops off Rachel's lap and sprints towards me lunging herself into my awaiting arms.

 

"What's up baby?" I coo, inhaling her scent and holding onto her petite frame for dear life. "God, I love you..." I sigh into her head of thick golden brown curls.

 

Breaking our embrace she stares at me with a big grin on her face, her piercing blues gazing into my browns. Shit, she looks so much like Justin it's uncanny. She has his eyes, hair and nose. She took my smile and cheeks though. God, she's so precious and doesn't deserve any of this.

 

"Watching spongeboob with tanty Rachel..." She coos in her baby voice and I can't help but laugh.

 

"You mean Sponge-bob?" I inquire and she shakes her head yes, her curls wild and bobbing all over the place.

 

Pulling her into my arms, I lift her up with me as I stand.

 

"Thanks Rachel. It really means a lot that you brought her here to visit." I smile sadly as Rachel approaches us.

 

"It's cool. Even though Justin is an ass, she deserves to spend time with you. He'll come around don't worry. He's just going through a phase or something." Rachel shrugs, taking Courtney from me.

 

"I guess." I sigh sadly. "Are you all heading out?"

 

"Yes, she's sleepy. I'm going to head home and put her to bed."

 

I can't help the tears that are forming in my eyes now. God, it's so not fair. Because of this job I can't even have my baby here with me like I want. Something really needs to be done about this. I'm missing out on the most precious moments of her life. "Ok, take care of her." I whimper, passing my hands through Courtney's thick hair as she yawns.

 

"I wove ou mommy. I miss ou..." She smiles for me as a few tears slide down my cheeks.

 

"I love you too baby. I'll see you soon. I promise ok?"

 

When she nods her head for me I give her a tight smile, squeezing her little hands. Wiping at my eyes, I look up at Rachel. "Take care of her Rach. I'll see you all soon." I choke out, fighting to keep my composure.

 

"No cwry mommy. Wone day, daddy will be good fo us to be a family." Courtney tells me and I can't stop my heart from breaking when she says that. God, I feel so terrible. She's so clueless.

 

"I hope so too baby, I hope so..."

 

 

 

"Diane where the fuck are you woman?!"

 

"Oh no..." Shutting my eyes, I ask Rachel to leave when I hear Justin's voice nearby. I don't want him causing a scene in front of Courtney. She doesn't need to see any of that.

 

"Diane!"

 

Whipping around, I notice Justin is stumbling into the living room with his ‘Pimp Cup' In hand. Oh god, by the glassy look in his eyes I know he's intoxicated. This is going to be a long night...

 

When he sees Courtney in Rachel's arms he stops suddenly just glaring at them and then me before he narrows his eyes in annoyance.

 

"Why are you all still here?" he snaps at Rachel, his tongue heavy from all the alcohol I'm sure he's consumed.

 

"We were just leaving." Rachel replies unaffected by his harshness as she grabs her belongings with Courtney in her arms. Courtney's stare is fixated on her father as she watches him silently in awe. She knows better than to call Justin daddy. The last time she did that, he screamed at her telling her to never call him that again. Of course she cried her eyes out and never said a word to him since. She's terrified of him, with good reason. Sadly, I couldn't do anything about it. If I tried to fight Justin about yelling at her, I'd lose. I just had to comfort my baby when she came crying to me. God, I really do despise him with my entire being. Yet, I love him. I'm so messed up...

 

"Good, get the little bastard out of here..."

 

"Hey don't say that shit in front of our child..." I interject, but he just laughs pathetically.

 

"Our child? That's rich Diane. That's...That's rich..." Justin slurs, gripping a couch to steady his swaying self.

 

Ugh! Would it be worth it if I stabbed him now?

 

"We're leaving Justin." Rachel snaps back, not caring about the death glare he shoots her way. "We'll see you soon Diane." Rachel gives me a quick hug and I give Courtney a kiss bye, before they make their way out the front doors of Justin's home.

 

When I hear Rachel's car come to life and they head down the driveway, I turn my attention to Justin.

 

 

 

Scoffing, I storm past him heading straight towards the glass sliding doors that connect to the pool area where the party is being held.

 

However, before I can reach out the doors, he catches up to me and I feel myself being slammed up against a wall with a seething Justin glaring back at me.

 

I'm not sure what's come over me, but this is the first time in a long while I don't feel intimidated by him. I'm beyond angry with how he just spoke of Courtney in her presence. He deserves to suffer for the type of monster he is.

 

"Are you giving me attitude Di?" he hisses and I cringe. Shit, his breath reeks of alcohol. Now is not a good time to piss him off.

 

"You didn't have to talk about..." But I swallow my words when he grips my neck and applies pressure, pressing his half-naked body - since he's in a pair of red swimming trunks - up against mine.

 

"Don't you dare. Don't make me mark you tonight Diane. I'm this close to hauling your ass up those stairs and into my room. Don't fucking try me. I mean it." He spits and I just remain quiet, watching him with aversion. "Now I came in here looking for you. Get your ass back to the party. I want you to meet someone then JC requested you for the rest of the night..." But he drifts of when my eyes light up. Giving me an evil smile he bows his head then looks back up at me. "You do have a thing for him don't you? That's too bad, because I told JC you weren't available tonight since John asked for you first..."

 

"What?!" I belt, my eyes widening in shock. He's lying. Please tell me he's lying. I'm fucking terrified of John.

 

"You heard me. Now come on. We don't want to keep John waiting." Justin snickers, letting me go before he grips my arm and yanks me with him out to the pool.

 

Trying to control the scream that's bubbling in the back of my throat, I allow Justin to drag me out to the mass hysteria that he calls a party.

 

Staggering behind him, I notice JC near the Jacuzzi talking to one of the playboy girls named Simone. When he sees me, he waves at me and I smile sadly for him before he gives me an apologetic stare.

 

Rolling my eyes, I smack into Justin's back when he stops walking suddenly since I wasn't minding my business.

 

Turning to glare at me, Justin pulls me in front of him and it's then that I notice who he wanted me to meet...

 

"Hugh, meet my girl Diane Blossom. Diane, the legendary Hugh Hefner." Justin beams proudly, pushing me towards Mr. Hefner.

 

"Oh my god..." I gasp as I take in the aging man who has a tall curvy woman on each of his arms.

 

"My pleasure Ms. Blossom. I've been longing to meet you." He smiles for me, extending his hands and I quickly shake it, still awe-stricken.

 

Oh my fucking goodness...it's Hugh fucking Hefner! He's the playboy god! Holy shit!

 

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Hefner." I blush despite myself.

 

"Good, so let's get right to it since I have another engagement to be at. You know that I have history with Justin's family. So, I've been talking to Justin during his show tonight and I'd really love it if you did a cover spread for my next Playboy magazine issue. It will be good business for Justin and I'll have his most beautiful girl on my cover." Hugh states and I can't help the huge smile that's on my face.

 

"Really?" I squeal with excitement.

 

"Yes, everything is in place with Justin. I just wanted to tell you the good news myself. He's going to bring you out to my mansion here tomorrow." Hugh says with a shake of his head and god, I'm just speechless. When I don't answer, he chuckles a little pulling his two girls with him. "I'll take that as you're stunned beyond words." He jokes and I giggle before I stare at Justin who has a somewhat genuine smile on his face. God, he really has a beautiful smile but he hardly ever smiles. Maybe he's just being like that for Mr. Hefner.

 

Shaking my head enthusiastically, Hugh lets out a deeply rooted laugh. "Great! Well Diane, I'll see you and Justin tomorrow." He adds before he turns to Justin. "And Justin my boy! Lay off the booze eh!" Hugh pats Justin's shoulders and Justin just chortles in response before they move away from me to say their goodbyes.

 

Well, that was a surprise and certainly unexpected. I'm looking forward to it though. This could be good for me.

 

When I'm left standing alone, I sigh tiredly before I shudder at the thought of John.

 

"Oh god..." I moan, when I realize what's to come...

 

 

 

"Congrats..." Someone whispers from behind me and I jump with fright.

 

Whipping around I'm greeted with a smiling JC. I can feel my heartbeat quicken at how good he looks. He has on a white pair of swimming trunks and his body is dripping wet with water. His beautiful dark blues are shining with curiosity as I continue to eye him interestingly.

 

"How do you know..."

 

"I heard Justin and Hugh talking during the show." He shrugs and I nod my head. "You looked, really good out there tonight. The show was amazing and...and I had fun." He says with a coy smile.

 

"Oh um thanks and I'm glad you enjoyed it." I say nervously, gripping the strings of my bikini bottom idly.

 

"So, uh Justin told me you weren't available tonight and..."

 

"Yeah, I have an appointment with another client unfortunately." I sigh in grief.

 

"Not looking forward to it huh?" JC asks knowingly and I just give him a meek smile. Maybe we shouldn't even be talking like this. It's not business related and it's certainly against the rules...

 

"Listen JC the only way I can see you and should talk to you like this is if..."

 

"I request you." He finishes my sentence and I shake my head.

 

"I'm sorry it's part of Justin's rules. So maybe you should just leave me alone before Justin..."

 

"It's cool." He states, moving some of my hair out of my face. "I'll take my chances." He grins and I grip a lock of hair, twirling it around my fingers. I can't help but blush. He's so sweet. Maybe he's too sweet, but I don't care. I've never had a man watch me the way JC does in a long time. "Go out to dinner with me?" he suggests when I don't respond and I cut my eyes at him in shock.

 

"What...what?" I ask incredulously. Is he looking to get us both murdered?

 

I'm not forgetting what Justin told me earlier. He's capable of anything.

 

"I'll request you for the day. Justin won't mind or think anything of it as long as he gets paid up front. You know it's always money with him." JC spits bitterly and I'm suddenly intrigued by his tone. Wow, am I missing something between those two? I'd really love to know what it is.

 

"Oh well..."

 

"It's ok. I'll make the arrangements alright? I'll be out for the next couple of weeks but as soon as I'm back it's a date ok?" JC smiles for me and I feel a shiver pass through me.

 

Before I can even think to protest I feel my answer slowly slide off my tongue and out my lips... "Ok." I beam.

 

This I know, could possibly be a mistake but I don't give a...

 

 

 

"What's going on here?" Justin interrupts us, walking up to stand next to me.

 

Ugh! Why does he always have such terrible timing?

 

"Nothing man. I was just telling Diane how I thought she did a great show tonight." JC says smoothly, passing his hands through his dark hair.

 

"Oh yeah?" Justin gives JC a challenging stare before he snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me at his side. "You know the rules Josh..."

 

Oh god...

 

Usually, it would be a real turn on if I was between two half-naked gorgeous men...but...this is just a recipe for disaster.

 

"I'm aware of the rules Justin. Look I'm just going to head out. I'll see you when I get back in a few weeks." JC replies, getting ready to leave.

 

"Oh I'll see you when you get back..." Justin arches a brow with a sinister glimmer in his eyes. "We have business to discuss."

 

Inhaling deeply, JC shakes his head in agreement and quickly says ‘bye' before he turns and disappears into the sea of bodies hanging out by the pool at the party.

 

 

"Now ask for you..." Justin looks down at me and I feel my breath hitch in my throat with the venomous stare he's giving me. "I warned you about this and you didn't listen. You really are stupid." He snaps - his tone shaky and acerb. "Come on let's go..." gripping my arm roughly, he drags me away from the party and into his mansion.

 

Trying to keep up with his fast pace, I nearly trip over my heels as he continues to haul me along while he stomps through his home, clearly angry and on edge.

 

"Looks like good ole John will have to live with not seeing you tonight. I'm going to cancel him." Justin mutters, pulling me up the winding staircase with him.

 

"What? Really?" I ask, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. God, can you blame me? The man is at least forty, he has a beer belly and he's balding. Of course I'm going to be happy that Justin is going to cancel.

 

Justin doesn't even bother to respond. He's still pulling me along with him.

 

My happiness doesn't last long when I realize what's going on though. Justin is...he's dragging me down the hall towards his room.

 

Oh no!

 

Halting my steps, Justin jerks forward before he turns to face me. "Why the fuck did you stop walking?"

 

"Why are we..."

 

"I told you Diane. I warned you. You're mine. Now I'm just going to have to teach you the hard way." He shrugs uncaringly, gripping my arm and yanking me forward to walk but I force my arm out of his grasp.

 

"No!" I yell. "Not again. You can't keep doing this Justin! You need help. You're sick!" I scream out, backing away from him in terror when he morphs into deranged Justin right in front of my eyes.

 

"You know, I've so fucking had it with you talking back to me. I give you everything Diane. Everything! And you're still an ungrateful bitch. You had nothing before you met me! Why the fuck don't you appreciate anything I do for you? Huh?" And just like that, his patience snaps as his eyes widen and he begins to heave, bringing his hands up to his head.

 

Reversing, I watch in horror as Justin grips at the little hair he has on his head tugging at it furiously. Oh my god, he's insane!

 

"Get.over.here.now!" he demands, but I shake my head ‘no' turning around to bolt for my room, but he's quicker and before I can comprehend what's going on, he easily hoists me over his shoulder.

 

"Put me down Justin!" I begin kicking and screaming as my arms begin flailing when he turns around heading straight for his room. "Oh god please Justin...I'm sorry. Please put me down!" I belt, hitting his back in the process.

 

"Just shut the fuck up Di! I can't fucking think with you screaming. Shit!"

 

Kicking the doors to his master suite open, he lifts me up from his shoulder and throws me unto the floor.

 

Hitting the ground with a thud, I try to scurry away from him and stand on my feet, but he moves towards me and grips my legs dragging me forward before he slams his door shut.

 

"Stop fucking crying..." he orders when I begin sobbing because he and I both know what's going to happen next.

 

"Don't do this Justin please..." I plead as he's hovering over me still holding my leg up in the air.

 

"I said...Stop fucking crying!" He shouts, twisting my leg in the process and I cry out in pain when I feel a burning sensation shoot through my leg and up my thighs.

 

I instantly quiet down, my body trembling in fright as I grip my aching calf still looking up at him.

 

"I'll fucking teach you Di. I'll teach you to never disobey me again. You're mine do you hear me? Mine! Not anyone else's. Understood?" Justin breathes out.

 

When I don't reply immediately, he drops to his knees and instantly straddles my waist as he shoves me to lie back on the carpet. "You're mine Diane..." He whispers this time, his voice cracking in the process.

 

Nodding my head slowly, I shut my eyes tightly when Justin bends down and places his lips by my ear to whisper his last statement that throws me for a loop. "He can't have you Di. I won't let him have you..."

 

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