Nowhere

Chapter 36

Chapter song: Yes by Demi Lovato
(Val's pov)
-5pm-
My warm, bath water cleansed me from my stress. This is helping me cope with the tragedy of last night. Justin's sitting a mere 5 feet away from me, as naked as I am.
"We've been here for awhile now. You wanna get out?"
Justin's leg moves against mine.
"Yea."
I nod before hauling myself up, the cold air hitting me.
"It's cold, babe. I'll get you a towel."
Justin stands up, gets out, and hurries with a couple towels. He wraps one around his waist before throwing one over me.
"Are you hungry? Do you want to get dinner?"
Justin and I dress ourselves with the clothes we were wearing before.
"Yea, but I don't want to be...outside."
I'm sure he knows what I mean. I don't want to step outside, because I'm scared of anyone seeing me.
"Anything you want, baby."
He runs a hand through his hair while I put his t-shirt hang above my knees.
"What are you hungry for?"
Justin holds my hand as we walk out of his bathroom.
"Steak."
I reply honestly, because I know Justin wants me to.
"Sounds good. I'll call it in."
Justin pulls out his phone.
"What do you want with it?"
His fingers brush over my arm.
"Broccoli and mashed potatoes."
Then Justin orders dinner while getting himself the same thing as me, except without the broccoli.
"Get comfortable, darlin."
He motions me to sit on his couch, so I do.
"Everything'll be packed my the morning. I've got my maids to do it for us."
He squeezes my hand while I nod in sufficiency.
"Are you hurting?"
His eyes actually care, and that means the universe to me.
"No."
It's the truth. Well, it's close to the truth. That doesn't mean I'm perfectly ok. I'm a wreck.
"Baby, I'm sorry for acting like a bitch to you. I didn't mean anything. I do need you. I need you more than anything. And I should've just done what you told me."
There. I let out the remnants of my pain.
"No, it's not your fault, babe. You're right. I have no control over you. I'm just...I'm used to doing that. It's hard to explain."
Justin furrowed his eyebrows and told me.
"You don't have to. I understand."
But I really don't understand. Why does he want to control me in the first place?
"You're gonna love my place in L.A."
He changes the subject while checking the time.
"What's so special about it?"
I study his kissable lips, focusing on only that. The way his tongue skims over them and he parts them makes me want to kiss him.
"Val, are you listening?"
Justin breaks my thoughts, making my eyes shoot up to meet his eyes.
"...Uhm, sorry, no. I mean, yes."
Shit, I feel bad for not droning him out.
"It's ok. You can kiss me if you want."
Apparently he knows I want to kiss him, so why not? I coerced our lips together, allowing Justin's tongue to intrude into my mouth. Lots of physical contact is included. Justin's hands are all over my body, ass, waist, thighs. It's ok. As long as it's only Justin touching me, I'm ok.
"If I were you, I'd break the moment before I fuck you."
Justin mumbles over my lips.
Feeling my face flush, I smile from his shocking words. Hey, at least he's honest.
"Your food."
One of Justin's maids arrives with our plates.
"Thank you so much, beautiful."
He takes the plate from the maid and helps her set it down. She blushes while he gives her an extra $90 for her service.
"You're so nice to your maids."
I point out to him while taking my plate.
"Well, what can I say? I'm a lady killer."
Justin gives me a wink, cutting into his filet mignon.
"Oh, whatever."
Playfully I roll my eyes and take a bite of my broccoli.
"You know it's true."
The smirk on his face grows from his words.
"Keep dreaming."
I jokingly mutter under my breath, loud enough for him to hear.
"You sure are sassy today, baby."
He points out, covering his mouth as an act to hide his chews.
"Sorry. I'll stop."
It's the most I can do for all that he's done for me.
"Nah, it's cute. I like it."
His hand falls on my knee, making my insides melt.
"The food is incredible by the way."
I change the subject as I take a bite of my steak.
"I thought you'd like it. Just wait until desert."
He removes his hand to grab his fork.
"What's for desert?"
I ask before tasting the mashed potatoes, which taste amazing.
"What are you in the mood for? By the way, the peanut butter cookies are to die for."
He hints at me and I take it.
"That sounds good. Can we get ice cream with it?"
I ask in a ridiculous amount of excitement.
"Of course babe."
Her fiddles on his phone before setting it on the table.
"I didn't even know you liked peanut butter."
I'm trying my best to not think about the past, so I think of peanut butter instead. It's working.
"I loooove peanut butter, especially with ice cream."
Justin shifts closer to me, drifting me away from my negative thoughts.
"You can eat it with anything."
I drone on, suddenly feeling my eyes become heavy.
"Even on you."
Of course, Justin has to make it sexual. I only grin and rest my head on his shoulder.
"Aw, are you tired baby? We've haven't been up that long."
The feeling of his hands in my hair make me want to fall asleep all over again.
"I know. I'm just tired."
My mentality is worn out and exhausted.
"I'm sure you are. We'll go to bed after this."
His soft lips press against me left temple, where there's a bruise from Ben's fist. Dammit. I told myself I wouldn't think about it.
"Believe me when I say this, Valerie. You are not property, ok? I know you don't see yourself as beautiful, but you are. You're so much more than how they treated you. Don't be scared anymore. I've got you. I won't let you get hurt."
Those words make my eyes sting a little, no tears. I believe everything he says, except the "I won't let you get hurt" part. Justin's already hurt me numerous times, some of them he doesn't even acknowledge. He just fucks around with girls, like it's human instinct. It's easy for him. All he has to do is refill his condoms, put on his charm, then slide right in. No harm done, right?
As for me, I've emotionally grown to love him. And every time he wants to screw around, it burns a little. I mean, that means he doesn't love me back. It's me. It's supposed to be only me. If our relationship is serious, then he's gotta be true.
"Hello, are you there?"
Breaking my thoughts, Justin playfully taps my head with a smile.
"Quit."
I giggle and push his hand away.
"Are you thinking about me?"
Yes, but it's not positive.
"Are you thinking about me?"
I repeat after him while I notice his smirk.
"Maybe."
He nudges me before our desert arrives.
"You get the first bite."
The cookie looks delicious. Peanut butter is one of my biggest weaknesses.
"Nah, ladies first."
Justin holds a spoonful of peanut butter cookie to my lips.
"I can feed myself."
For some reason, I suspect he's deliberately waiting for me to do something sexual.
"It's getting cold, babe."
Actually it's not getting cold at all. He just wants me to eat it. Rolling my eyes, I let him shove the spoon in my mouth and taste the buttery goodness of the cookie.
"Mmm."
By accident, I moan to the taste. Justin seems to be a tad bit uncomfortable, because his teeth are digging into his bottom lip and his hand covers his dick.
Hey, he asked for it. All I did was taste the cookie.

(A/N: Tomorrow's my birthday!!!! And Justin better have some birthday sex planned😉😉😉 Next post is on Sunday)

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