Jen

"Jen," Stan's voice cracks. "I'm so sorry," He begins sobbing. I don't think Lucas heard him. "Jen, I'm so sorry." He keeps saying over and over again. Lucas looks back over his shoulder confused. "Jen, he was threatening me. I didn't have a choice."

The breaks squeal and we all go flying forward. The cars behind us begin blaring their horns and going around us with people yelling. Lucas throws his seat belt off and launches his way across the seat at me. Grabbing my arm he quickly moves my sleeve up. Our friendship tattoo is now visible but with a faint white scar going down the center of it.

"Please Lucas, don't hate me. I'm so sorry I lied. Brian was threatening my job and my career. My wife was sickly at the time and I had to pay for her treatments and an in-house nanny to watch my children." He speeds out the words.

"Brian has a drug addiction. He would blow all his money and then expect more from Lucas. He was afraid if word got out of your relationship It would ruin Lucas's career so he staged things. The longer Lucas's career the more money Brian would have. He couldn't let it end."

"Jen, I'm so sorry," He keeps saying over and over again while getting louder each time.

Lucas begins rubbing the tattoo over where the scar is. "No, No, No. Jen," Lucas cries. "What happened?" He frantically starts rubbing it like he is trying to clear it away.

"I lied she never said anything to the paparazzi. The paparazzi only asked her the time and she said she didn't have a phone. The day we were leaving she came for you. You actually did see her in the alleyway." Stan speeds the words out. Lucas stays stationary like he's frozen in a block of ice. I stay silent and continue looking out the window.

"I bought you a house... I paid for your wife's treatments... I gave your children full college funds for the schools of their choice. You accepted all these things... When you ruined my life?" Lucas tells Stan in a dangerous and deadly tone. "Get. Out." Lucas says venomously.

"But Lucas, I--" Stan starts to say.

"Get out or I'll physically remove you," Lucas yells at the top of his lungs. Stan hesitates but then he gets out of the car. Lucas buckles his seat belt and does a fast U-turn the tires squeal as he peels out. He begins speeding taking me somewhere. I don't know where we are going. He tries to grab my hand to hold it but I pull away.

"Fuck," He screams and begins banging on the steering wheel. I turn my head to look at him and I can tell he is close to losing it. I mean really really losing it. Noticing I'm watching him he turns to look at me and his wild eyes begin to soften. He looks back to the road and we drive in quiet.

He pulls into the driveway of a large house. Tons of paparazzi are outside on the sidewalk. Some bold ones start rushing onto the property and then the rest follow. Rose and the other two bodyguards come rushing out of the house. The guards start pushing people away and off of us.

We're inside the house and Lucas walks in and goes straight to the kitchen. I stay glued to my spot. He looks at me. "Come," He motions his arms to guide me where he wants me to go. I hesitate but then I follow to where he wants me. He brings me over to a couch. "Sit," He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down. He walks back to the kitchen and begins rummaging around.

I look in front of me and notice a mantel on the wall. There are tons of picture frames. Every single photo we took on his phone and the ones from the photo booth are all displayed here. I inhale a deep breath and exhale and it comes out shaky.

Lucas is back and he hands me a pastry and a drink. I sniff the straw. It's iced coffee. This is exactly what I need right now. I take a bite of the pastry and it relaxes me. It's delicious. I sip the iced coffee and it's just how I like it. I turn my head and notice he is watching my lips. His chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Tell me what happened," He says his voice rough.

"I became homeless, lost my job, had nowhere to go. I was bullied badly by Rita who was saying I slept with Mitch to get backstage to meet you. She said I probably slept with other bodyguards too because I was a slut." I could feel my teeth grinding together.

"One of Rita's friends worked at the clinic I went to when I found out I was pregnant. Which caused people to believe the other rumors. I got the abortion and the same girl found out and told the whole school. Life at school got even worse after that." The words coming out of my mouth sounded sullen.

"Guys would grope me in the hallway. Stuff was put into my locker. It was constant and I never got a break. All the while I was hiding out and living in the school. Rita found out and began blackmailing me." I tighten my fist until my knuckles are white.

"One day I had enough and after school, I went into the cafeteria and got a knife and slit my wrists. The lunch lady found me just in time and the principal heard my story and helped me. He and his wife let me live with them. He helped me so I didn't have to go back to school and could graduate early." I get a small smile thinking about Mr. and Mrs. Brodric.

"Mr. Brodric knew I didn't want to give Rita and them any more ammunition so I just left it to be that I might have died or left. I was scared of Rita because of her status I was afraid she was going to haunt me my whole life. I changed back to my birth name and hoped that maybe my parents might look for me. Mr. Brodric helped with getting into college and procuring scholarships. I went into art and formed a love for tattoos and from our tattoo came up with the idea to focus on friendship tattoos." I looked up to peer into his eyes. He is crying and looking down at his lap.

"I just want you to know after you told me to leave I walked 18 miles back home on the highway. That night I walked eighteen miles back just to get to you. When I got there Brian came out and said you didn't want to talk to me and handed me over a signed autograph saying that's what you wanted me to have. I couldn't make the trek back so I slept in the alleyway in the rain," I say bitterly with anger laced in it.

"I waited for you Jen, I went to the bathroom. I came back out and they said you never came. I said I saw you in the alley and tried to get them to stop the bus. Stan overpowered me and pinned me down. They said I was crazy and you weren't there." His voice raises in panic.

"Well, there's your closure. I'm getting a cab." I stand up from the couch.

He grabs me and hugs me around the middle. "No, No, No, You're always so quick to leave me. Fuck closure. I want you. I just want you." He says while sitting me back on the couch and pulling me to him. He bends over me so I have to lay down. He leans down onto his elbow so he is right in my face. He looks me in the eyes the pain is evident.

"Let's have a baby," He says his eyes full of intensity.

My eyes bulge. "Are you crazy?" I screech.

"Crazy for you," He breaths out onto my lips.

"I want to have kids with you," He nudges his nose with mine.

"I want to marry you," He kisses my left cheek.

"I want to finish the date we started at the theme park," He kisses my right cheek.

"I want to have matching Halloween costumes," He kisses the tip of my nose.

"I want to decorate the Christmas tree together," He kisses the corner of my mouth.

"I want to lay in a hammock together cuddling while listening to classic rock at the beach." He kisses the other corner.

"I want to grow old together." He hovers over my mouth wanting to kiss me there.

My heart is beating rapidly and pounding against my chest. I pull his head down to me harshly and crash my lips onto his. He whimpers so loud I'm afraid I hurt him at first. He is breathing heavily in between loud moans that sound like he is pained. I get so overwhelmed I start doing the same.

I rip his shirt up over his head and he tears my shirt off. He fumbles with the buttons on my skirt and I undo the buttons on his shorts. We are both in a sense of urgency. He doesn't even get his pants down fully when he moves my panties to the side and shoves himself inside me. I cry out in ecstasy. He hesitates afraid he hurt me. I lift my hips up and grind into him hastily. He leans over me with one arm and grabs my hip with the other hand.

He starts thrusting into me relentlessly. I roughly start pounding myself onto him. Lucas moans so loudly that the door opens and one of the guards comes in to check on us. We are too busy to care so we continue and I hear the door shut. "I've dreamt about having your dick inside me for so long," I pant out. He groans.

"I wanted to be deep inside your pussy so bad that every night for eight years I came thinking about it."

"Fuck, Lucas,"

"I'm going to come, you need to orgasm for me. I can't hold out." He grits his teeth. He begins running his thumb fast over my clit. I clench around him as he shoves himself in deep and we both moan out and orgasm together.

"Fucking, hell," I say through strained breaths. I hug him and pull him down on top of me. He leans all his weight on me. "I love you," He says as he kisses my temple.

"I love you too," I murmur with my lips brushing his neck.