The five hour drive from Atlanta to Charleston was the most calming drive Olivier had ever taken.
He didn't have no emails to answer or texts or calls from anyone, thank god. He could throw on some music or a podcast, and drive all the way down to Rosalie's home-a home he didn't even know existed until now. He knew she was going to Charleston for the Holidays, and he tried to talk her out of going, but when Rosalie was hell-bent on doing something, she was going to do it, one way or another.
At least, he thought as he pulled up the driveway, She could be happy here this Christmas, and not worry about Atlanta, even for a little bit.
He'd never really been to Charleston before, not once. He'd heard of the lowcountry food, mostly the seafood. But after driving through it, he could see why Rosalie wanted to spend the holidays down here. It was the most beautiful town he'd ever been in, and being near the sea made him smile-as if it could carry away everything from this year away, so he can focus on the now.
"Rosie?" he called once he opened the door and walked in.
He was taken aback by how large the house was-he'd didn't think it would be this big and homey, especially since it had a grand baby piano on one side, and a marble fireplace that was unlit. A brief smile touched his lips as he kept walking through the house, calling for his girlfriend until she finally came down the stairs and into his arms, making him open them and grab her before kissing her deeply.
"Welcome to Charleston," Rosalie whispered as she pulled back, and he smiled as he kissed her again. "Like the house?"
"I love it," he told her with a little chuckle. "It's all...Christmassy in here."
'Christmassy' was an understatement.
The whole house was covered head to toe in Christmas décor, that it might've made Dorinda Medley faint. Santa Clauses and reindeer and lights were all over the place, along with a couple trees that were decorated into different themes-one was a rustic tree, another was colorful, and another was straight up silver. The smell of holiday punch and Chambord filled the air, along with the smell of ham and sandwiches. "It smells good in here," Olivier commented, taking off his jacket so he can go into the kitchen to get the food. "Irena cooked something?"
"You act like you never tasted my cooking." Rosalie teased with a little pout.
"Oh mai Schätz, I have. And it's delicious. But sometimes you burn the food a little. Remember the Friture de la Moselle you made for me?"
A sound escaped Rosalie's lips as she led him to the kitchen. "At least the fish came out right!" she protested as she grabbed a plate and passed it to him. "And yes, she helped me cook this. I made the drinks-the Christmas punch and the Chambord Spritz!" she motioned over to the drinks on the side, which made Olivier grin as he put the ham and cheese sandwiches and the deviled eggs on the plate.
"And lemme guess; you've had about two of them before I've got here?"
"One, actually, Mr. Olivier," Irena pipped up, pulling out the chocolate chip cookies from the oven. "She didn't want to drink too much because of you." At that, Rosalie blushed as she picked up her Chambord Spritz and took a sip.
"I wonder why?" he asked with a tease, as he picked up he Chambord Spritz and went to the table to eat. "You missed me all in five days that we've seen each other."
"Maybe?" Rosalie shrugged as she went over to him and sat across from him as he ate. "I thought, since we'll have the house alone for day, we can have some alone time...upstairs...in front of the fireplace..."
Catching the hints, Olivier just grinned as he leaned over to steal a kiss. "I think I can handle that." he said with a chuckle.
Later, after the both of them had made love five times, Rosalie flipped on her side and smiled at him as Olivier pulled her close to him. "Now that...was the best orgasm I've ever had." she said, placing a small kiss on his lips.
"The best? What happened to the last orgasms I've gave you a couple minutes ago?" he teased with a grin, kissing her again before they heard a car honking and Willie Nelson coming out of a car. "Please tell me that's our next door neighbor," Olivier groaned as Rosalie slipped out of bed to throw on her robe.
"I hope it is," she said. "Because the last I checked, Lily moved out a couple years ago."
"Wait, what?" that made him sit up. "Lily was your neighbor a couple years ago??" he asked, shocked. "What the hell happened?"
"Elijah and Daniel got into this weird huge fight about something political and Daniel stormed out of here." Rosalie answered as she went downstairs-and nearly screamed.
In her foyer dressed in Ulla Johnson puff sleeve midi dress, her hair long, blonde, and glossy, blue eyes shining, lips in her signature red pout was none other than Lily Hamilton, aka The Gossip Queen of the ATL. Or, as Rosalie calls her, "That Fucking Lily Hamilton."
"Well, well," Lily started. "Rosalie Kennedy, as I live in breathe-or live and fucking, I see. What are you doing back here in Charleston?"
"Hosting the Holidays," she answered calmly. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Ah ah-temper, temper, dear. It doesn't become you." Lily grinned, eyeing her up and down. "I thought you were going to Gloucester this winter, like you always do. Gloucester's a bit cold during this time? Or you didn't want to deal with the dowager Viscountess since you are still her...daughter in law."
Rosalie had to take a deep breath, trying to roll in her anger when Olivier came down-butt naked-and wrapped his arms around her, making her softly gasp as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "Darling," he purred, nibbling on her ear. "Shouldn't you come back to bed? I do believe you have an orgasm or two left for me to...Madame Lily, what a surprise." he mocked with a soft smile, though his kept his one eye on her. "I thought you were back in the city for the holidays. Last I checked, you and your husband was at the skating rink at Atlantic Station-or did I get that wrong?"
The gasp that came out of Lily's mouth made Rosalie grin as she leaned into Olivier's kisses. "You got that right," she said instead, closing her mouth. "At least you could have some decency to cover up."
"In my girlfriend's house? Never." he said, moving his lips to Rosalie's neck and shoulder. "Besides-you interrupted us."
Lily glowered at him before clearing her throat. "Well I came over here to say that I'm going to spend the holidays here too," she said with a sly smile-to Rosalie, it looked ugly on her. "So you can go back to your sex times and very loud orgasms. Though...it would be a shame if all the couples come here all at once...you and Rosalie, Astrid and Prescott, Genevieve and Raegan...Raegan and Candice...Decker and...whoever..."
"Wait," Rosalie gently detached herself from Olivier's kisses to go over to her worst nightmare. "Did you just say Raegan and Candice?" she asked. "Who the fuck is Candice?"
"Oh! Did I say that out loud?" Lily asked with a chuckle. "You know Candice...the girl from Boston that everyone is talking about? Candice Steele, sister to Natalia Steele? Wife of Los Angeles King's Right Wing player Diego Madden? You've met her before at Town & Country's event in Dallas?"
The name sounded familiar...Rosalie had to think about it as the name Natalia Madden ran though her head-and stopped as she remembered the Dior shopping event she and Astrid went to, which was hosted by Town & Country a couple years ago, and she remembered meeting Natalia.
Natalia had a bob cut that night, but she remembered her outfit-a Dior 2-piece suit matched with black Manolos-and how her makeup was on point. "Oh yeah, I remember her," Rosalie said a couple moments later. "What does her sister Candice have to do with anything?"
"I heard a rumor about the two...how Raegan's been spending all his time up in Boston now without dear Genevieve, and somehow, Candice's name keep popping up whenever Raegan is brought up." Lily hummed as she started to leave. "Won't that be interesting? Goodbye, bitch. Have a nice holiday." she said, turning away and leaving.
Rosalie just shook her head as she turned to her boyfriend, who just shook his head. "What?" she asked, going back to him and placing a kiss on his chin.
"Candice Steele...I've heard that name before," he said with a frown. "Raegan needs to stay away from her."
"Why?"
"Mai Schätz, Candice Steele is the type of girl who can be an angel one day, and the devil the next. She makes my ex look like a total, perfect angel."
"Is she...that bad?"
He nodded. "Very bad."
***
CANDICE: Where are u staying at again??
Raegan stared at the text message from Candice, grinning to himself as his wife went to pump the gas. He turned to check and see if she was still there before he replied.
RAEGAN: Staying @ a friend's house this holiday. Maybe I can see you there?
CANDICE: I know a perf hotel near the water that I can stay at...meet u there?
RAEGAN: Yep. I'll c u there.
"Baby? Who're you texting?" Genevieve asked as she slipped back in the passenger seat, a bottle of coke in her hand.
Slipping the phone back in his pocket, he shook his head. "It was Prescott," he lied easily. "Wanted to know how far we are, babe."
She nodded as she cracked open her coke. "Oh. We're almost there, just an hour away." she said as he cranked up the car and started to drive. "We'll be there around seven so we can grab some good food."
"Yeah, we will." he agreed. "I know a really cool restaurant that cooks really good lowcountry seafood-it's gonna be good." he said, his mind on the food, but in the back of his head thinking about Candice in nothing but a g-string and lace, screaming his name as she was a couple nights ago in bed. "And they do have the best cocktails."
"Now I can't wait." Genevieve agreed with a grin as she turned her eyes on the scenery as they drove past it.
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