The Arrangement

Cassie Morris is an aspiring actress, though she struggles to land a successful role. After another failed audition, the role of a lifetime falls into her life. Does she seize the opportunity, finally achieve her lifelong dream even if it goes against every moral she's ever held herself to? Can she handle being attached at the hip to someone she despises?


12. You'll Get Used to It



 “Thank you so much, Karla,” I said as I hugged her tightly in Justin's driveway. “You really have no idea what this meant to me.” And I was serious. I hadn't had a girl's day in I don't even know how long. Nancy was the closest thing I had to a girlfriend since I moved, and I've been here two years. Plus, I really needed some new clothes. 


“Oh, shush,” she laughed as she hugged me tightly. “Any time. Justin and Scooter have my number. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask, okay hun?”


I gave her a genuine smile. “Definitely. I'll see you later, alright?” I asked as I struggled to gather all of my bags full of new clothes in both hands.


“Bye, Cassie,” she said sweetly before climbing back into her car, and backing out of the driveway. I struggled to make it inside Justin's house with my hands full, but I managed.


“Justin?” I called out, my voice echoing throughout the large house. There was no answer, though. There was also no sign of Scooter or even Alfredo. I peeked through the glass wall that led to the patio, but still there was no sign of life. “Justin?” I called out again as I walked up the stairs. But still, there was no response. With a sigh, I pushed open the door to the guest room beside Justin's where I had changed yesterday. I figured that this would now be my room if I ever had to stay over here. I dropped all my bags on the bed, and noticed that someone had folded my clothes from yesterday and laid them on the bed.


“Seriously Justin, where the fuck are you?” I laughed as I walked back into the hallway.


 “In here,” I heard him call back from inside his bedroom.


Feeling like an idiot, I closed the distance between myself and the door and pushed it open. How had I not thought that he would be in his own room? “Hey, Just--oh, Jesus Christ,” I gasped, quickly looking away. Trying desperately to look at anything but him.


Justin was standing there, with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. He must have just gotten out of the shower, because his hair was still dripping and his abs and chest were glistening with water droplets. Much like earlier when he had come in from the pool, I didn't want to be caught staring.


“What's up?” he asked, I could see the smirk on his lips out of the corner of my eye.


“You know, you could have said you were naked before I came in” I snapped, glancing at him.


“I'm not naked,” he defended. “Plus you saw all of this earlier.”


“Well...yeah, but---”


“Cause I can just get naked if you want,” he teased, that damn smirk still on his lips.


“No!” I said quickly, finally turning to face him. “Look, I just wanted to give you your card back.” I pulled his credit card out of my back pocket and stepped forward to give it to him.


He chuckled at my obvious discomfort, but took the card back. “Wanna show me what you got? I can be a good boyfriend and tell you what looks good, then rip it off of you anyway,” he teased.


I narrowed my eyes at him, so he shot me a wink. “No, I'm good. I'll just get my stuff and go,” I said simply as I turned and started heading for the door.


“You can't go, we've got dinner plans tonight,” he said, making me turn back around with a smirk.


“Real dinner plans or bullshit plans like last night?” I asked.


“Real,” he chuckled. “I'm going on tour soon, so the whole crew is going out.”


 “Oh,” I said, visibly deflating. This was our first outing as a couple with all his friends. “Okay. I'll, uh, go get dressed, then.”  


“Need any help?” Justin asked as I left, to which I just flipped him off and walked out.


Walking back into the guest room, I dug through my bags for what seemed like forever as I tried to find the perfect outfit. After about 20 minutes or so, I settled for a white lacey dress, that  criss-crossed in the back, and simple white stilettos. I played with my hair for a bit as I tried to find a way to tame it, but it was impossible. So I just let it fall in its messy curls down to the middle of my back. I transferred most of my belongings from my purse to a new black clutch, and I was ready to go.


“Yo, Cassie,” I heard Justin yell from the hallway, then there was a quick knock on the door.


“Yeah?” I answered, letting him know he could come in. He pushed the door open, then stood there just staring at me. I was playing with my hair in the mirror, giving it one last chance to fix itself. But it wasn't happening. “What are you staring at?” I snapped.


He just rose his eyebrows as he slowly shook his head, a smile playing with the corners of his lips. “You just look hot,” he finally answered as he came in to stand behind me, so we were staring at ourselves in our reflections.


“Oh,” I said softly, embarrassed for snapping. “Well, you don't look too bad yourself.” Which was a lie, he looked fucking hot. He was wearing dark jeans with a light blue button up shirt, though it was only buttoned halfway, exposing the white V-neck shirt he wore underneath. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular, tattoo covered forearms.


“You know...he said softly as he examined my back side closely. “I just think this would look a lot better on the floor…” he whispered huskily. His finger played with the thin strap that criss crossed over my bare back. Due to the pattern of the dress, I had to go braless again. His finger gently ran down my back, before he softly kissed at the base of my neck.


“Alright,” I laughed nervously as I quickly turned to face him head on. “I already told you. That is not happening.”


“Well not right now,” he laughed as if it were obvious. “We don't have time, we gotta go.” He started heading for the door, then stopped and turned to look at me again. “You coming?” he asked, as if all of that had never happened.   


 “Yeah,” I sighed, feeling disoriented from his quick  change in attitude. “Let's go.” I struggled to keep up with Justin as he made his way down the stairs and to the front door. “So, many people are gonna be there?” I asked nervously.


He spoke to me as he punched in some numbers on the alarm system, which beeped loudly with each number. “Um...not sure,” he answered. He took me by the hand and led me through the front door before locking it behind us. “Some producers. Scooter and Fredo will be there. Uh, some back up dancers and singers...probably about 20 or so?” he finally answered, though he said it more like a question.


I sighed as I nervously shook my hair out with my fingers. As we made our way towards a matte black Range Rover parked in the driveway, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I quickly glanced around, although we were surrounded by nearby mansions and cars parked in driveways, I could see nobody around us.


“What's wrong?” Justin asked suddenly. I realized I must have been subconsciously squeezing his hand from fear. He unlocked the car and held open the passenger side door for me.


“Um…” I murmured, still looking around. And then I saw it. There was a car parked on the curb down the road, taking pictures of us. Even though it was still barely daylight out, I could see his flash as he snapped another picture. I turned to Justin with an adoring smile, then reached up and pecked him on the cheek. “There's someone down there taking our pictures,” I said softly into his ear. I tried to sound nonchalant about it, but I couldn't stop my voice from shaking.


Justin glanced towards the car, then looked back down at me with a sigh. “Just another paparazzi,” he said casually. “Most of them don't, but sometimes they lurk out here to get more pictures,” he explained. I looked down at my feet in embarrassment; of course it was a paparazzi, how big of an idiot was I? “You'll get used to it,” he said sweetly as he gently tilted my chin up to face him, then softly kissed me on the lips. “Now c'mon, we're gonna be late.”

With a smirk, he turned and walked around to his side of the car as I climbed into mine. I couldn't shake the feeling of butterflies invading my stomach. I swear, his mood swings were giving me whiplash. Not to mention...why can't I tell the difference between how he really feels about me, and how he pretends to feel? 



Author's Note: hey guys! I'm sorry it's been so long, work and school has been super insane. but i'm about to go on spring break, so hopefully i'll be able to post a lot more next week! also i feel like this chapter is kinda shit sooo I'll be posting chapter 13 soon also. i love you guys!

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