Stay With Me § BWWM JB

28 • PYD

"So good you wanna take her home tonight?"

October 30th, 2015

I have been rehearsing for my tour the last three months, although my album Purpose drops in just two weeks. I've been so busy preparing that I haven't really been able to spend a lot of time with Aaliyah. It sucked because I ended up being with Sam more than I expected. No, it wasn't just her and I; the dickhead boyfriend was there too. I don't get why since he has nothing to do with the tour. I swear, I might end up offing myself before the first show if I have to spend any more time with them alone.

Jared has been getting on my last fucking nerve. It's like whenever he sees me, he has to be touching Sam to show me that she's his. I told him, both of them that I don't care about their relationship. I don't get why he has to fucking flaunt her in front of me. How about I bring Aaliyah along and show her off in front of him, maybe he'll give up trying to make me jealous...Sam sure knows how to pick them.

Anyway, back to Aaliyah. I only got to see her like once every other week and that was definitely not enough. With tour happening really soon, I won't see her for a long time unless she comes to my shows. I really want to bring her with me on this whole journey, but she has school and modeling. I can't and don't want to be selfish. I'm just going to have to make these last few weeks count for us.

"Justin where are you? I'm not playing hide-n-seek with you," I hear Aaliyah puff from downstairs. "I swear to G-"

I appear at the top of the staircase, "Babe, calm down."

"I can't calm down," she breathes out. "This is one of the biggest fashion shows! A Halloween special!"

I take two steps at a time down the stairs before walking over to her in the living room. "You're gonna do great, babe. You've walked in plenty of shows." I sit down next to her on the couch and send her a smile.

She moves onto my lap and rests her head in the nape of my neck, "I know, but-"

"But nothing," I interrupt her. "You are absolutely beautiful and don't get me started on these legs," I slide my hands up and down them, feeling her freshly shaven skin. "You're going to do fine and you'll be the sexiest one there."

"You really think so?"

I nod my head, "Yes and I'll be sitting in the front row."

"Is that supposed to make me less nervous?" she giggles.

"It's supposed to. I've seen all of you so you can't be shy when you notice me looking at your half naked body, which I really love to see and will be mad that other men will be looking."

She giggles a little then lets out a sigh, "This is the Victoria Secret Fashion Show we're talking about. All the other Angels have nicer bodies, bigger boobs, a bigger a-"

I cut her off with my lips. "Quit comparing yourself to them." She groans and pouts her plump lips. "You obviously have what it takes or else they wouldn't have picked you to be an Angel."

"I guess you're right," she mutters.

"What was that?"

She rolls her eyes, "I said you're right."

"If you're so nervous, you should practice later tonight."

"What? How?"

"Practice stripping from your clothes, changing into sexy lingerie, walking down the hall and back to me...in the bedroom."

"Then what?" she smirks.

"Then you take everything off, get into bed, and show me what else you can do."