Part 1
"It's simple. You follow him around and you report back to me."
"Ok, Cap'n!"
"Lord..."
"How much are we talking again?"
"Are you fucking brain dead?"
"No, I just wasn't listening to you..."
"50 grand... Don't strain your mind on that one."
"Ok."
"Ok. Just... don't fuck this up, JC."
He smiled into the receiver, muttering an "I won't."
JC stepped off the plane to the ground, slipping on his Gucci glasses, still squinting in the day light. Brazil was so beautiful, even at it's airports.
A man by his side rushed to grab his bag and he looked at the meager human with raised eyebrows.
"It's ok. I don't think my arms'll fall off from the strain," he smiled, taking back his luggage. The other just smiled, and nodded.
There was a limo and a man standing with his last name printed on a card, spelled wrong, mind you.
"Chavez right here," he grinned and the man reciprocated it, running to the door.
JC slid in, nodding graciously to the doorman, flipping open his phone. His fingers were nimble and blind as they pressed the numbers, holding the cell to his ear as the rings sang out.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Spears'?"
There was some fumbling before a feminine voice picked up, so different than JC had ever heard.
"It's JC."
"Oh..." It was almost funny how easily her voice changed. "Are you there?"
"Yes, I am. Smart cookie," he cooed and she sighed again. "Now, please explain again where I am going to be staying. I understand I am to be at his hotel, but what room–"
"The front desk should tell you all that. You are signed in under Joshua, though, remember that... Can you handle all that? Or should I break it
down?"
"Hm," JC tapped his chin, "I wonder what Mr. Timberlake would think about his wife hiring a man to watch out for him. Does he know you have no trust in him?"
"I'm hanging up. Do your job and I won't have my people cut you," she threatened, steel in her voice and JC grinned.
"God, always a pleasure doing business with you, ma'am."
"Get fucked, JC. Now, before I go, remember... Don't talk to him. Don't even let him know you exist. I heard he's gotten a little sketchy."
JC's brow furrowed. "From where and why?"
"A friend of his, Trace, you may see him, and because... well, I've done this once before. But I wasn't too careful and the guy I hired was a jack ass."
The limousine slowed down at the drop off area and JC smiled at the driver through the rear-view mirror. "Ah, I see. That's a shame." Britney snorted. "Please."
"Alright, I'm at the hotel, I will call you back as soon as I find this strapping young man," he chuckled.
"Alright... look, thanks. For doing this. I hear you're perty good. Plus, you're my uncle's favorite friend and now I've been re-added to his will again. So really, thank you."
JC rolled his eyes and hung up. His close friend, Joey, had the privilege of having Ms. Spears for a niece and he more than pitied the man. She was a fucking basket case, if you asked him.
"Thank you, sir," he smiled to the driver as he stepped out into the warm air, Rio de Janeiro even prettier up close. He was suddenly glad he'd agreed to this.
He walked up to the desk, both bags in hand and when he stood in front of the desk counter, a native looking woman watched him with brilliant eyes. He smiled and licked his lips.
"Hello sir," she spoke softly, a quaint smile on her face and JC wanted to smirk.
"Well hello. My name is JC Chasez."
Her brow furrowed and she looked up biting her lip. "Joshua?" she asked, her accent sexy as hell.
"Oh, I'm sorry. JC is just a nickname. I keep forgetting," he chuckled and she bowed her head, fingers rapid as they typed away. He leaned against the desk and looked around, turning around when she started printing out things.
"Well Mr... Ch–"
"Chasez," he smiled and she nodded, grateful.
"Thank you, my English is sketchy still."
"Well you're forgiven, though it's French."
She blushed to the tip of her ears and JC chuckled to himself. She started to hand him a key when something else caught her eye and she turned quickly.
"Mr. Timberlake!" Josh also turned quick and saw the young man walking over, tanned and sweaty, sun glasses in hand. He tore his gaze away from the gentleman and took a deep breath, blinking back at his key.
He was getting to reach for it when he realized this was a great opportunity to be invisible. He pretended to be looking the other way, the desk woman and Timberlake talking, just loud enough for him to hear.
"You had a guest. Mr... Ay... Ayala? I am sorry, my tongue is thick today."
The young man laughed, sweet and melodic, and JC closed his eyes, forcing himself to keep looking out the window.
"What time had he come by, do you know?"
The girl started typing again, mumbling, "One moment, sir," and JC finally turned around, coming to face this beauty. Who was staring right back at him. With beautiful dark eyes... Guh.
He smiled almost shyly before spotting his key beside the clerk's hand. He reached for it when Timberlake came closer.
"I think I've seen you before," he said, sidling up and JC had no other option but to look at him. He reminded himself to breathe. Not only was he breaking a very important rule but good lord, this man was gorgeous... Britney had every right to worry. This guy could snap his fingers and have a line of women ready to jump his jock.
"Excuse me?" he breathed and looked back to his key card, just lying there, all innocent. He wanted to reach for it but the woman, Estella her tag read, was busy talking to her boss. Shit, couldn't he just get the damn card?
"I've seen you before... I swear." Timberlake was smiling at him and no, he scolded his body, already tingling, his palms already sweating. Shit, this wasn't good.
"Look," he said, and waved a hand in front of Estella, the young woman turning to him, "Do you think I could get my key, now?"
The woman blinked and blushed. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Here you go, Mr. Chasez, you're on the 4th floor. Please, have a nice stay. Oh, elevators are over there," she pointed and he nodded, thanking her with a smile. But once he turned around, the young man was still there, eyes squinted and JC couldn't help but smile.
"I think you should give up now, wouldn't wanna hurt that brain of yours. Besides, I've never seen you in my life."
He side stepped him and Timberlake smiled. "Name's Justin, by the way."
JC didn't turn back, just raised a hand in acknowledgment, his chest heaving as he stepped onto the elevator. When the doors closed and all he could see was himself in the mirrored walls, he swallowed and cursed Britney, then Justin and then, of course, himself.