The two left the Palms and went directly to the Venetian.

Olivier leaned back in his seat as the car turned around and drove down the strip to the Venetian. He couldn't believe that he just threw up the deuces and left Chrysélie standing there like a fool. The thought of seeing his ex-girlfriend standing there like that made him laugh. "I can't believe I did that," he admitted to Rosalie, who looked at him and had a huge smile on her face, as if she laughed herself. "She just stood there...looking like a damned fool..." he said as he laughed even harder. "She really thought I was going to meet her at Mr. Coco...she really thought that..."

Rosalie couldn't help but to listen to Olivier as he laughed. She had to admit, she liked it when he was relieved of something-his smile was so damned infectious that she wanted to kiss him. "Well I'm glad you told her off," she told him, placing a hand over his. "Now we can focus on us."

"Jo, we can," Olivier agreed with a nod. "It has been one surprising weekend after another-" he started to say before Rosalie's phone started to ring.

Confused as to who was calling her, she picked up the phone and put it on speaker, groaning when she saw that it was none other than Lilly Hamilton herself. "What can I help you with, Lily?"

"You slut!" Lily screeched. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you? You finally won, you got your man, you piece of garbage."

Well, that was quite an opener. "You're mad at me...because I finally got Olivier?" she asked, so very confused now. "I thought that's what you wanted, Lil. I was going to get Olivier-"

"By seducing him, then fucking him, right?!" Lily screeched again, cutting Rosalie off. "You were supposed to meet up with Aiden and get back together, and Olivier was going to be mine and mine alone. BUT YOU JUST WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN, WOULD YOU?!" It sounded like she was in her office, because a moment later Daniel's voice was heard from the background, asking if she was alright, and if she took her blood pressure medicine. Lily answered him in the most syrupy-sweet way that she did before going back on the phone once he was gone. "God, Rosalie, leave some of the hot men for the rest of us before you sink your claws into them."

Meet up with Aiden?

"Lily," Rosalie said, getting serious all of a sudden. "Did you or did you not just say that I was supposed to meet up with Aiden Lockheart?" she swore that is what she said. Because if she did see Aiden once again...and he spilled her secret about her losing the baby..."Is Aiden down here?"

A sigh was heard, answering her question. "He's down there alright. He's going to Chrysélie's party because I told him that you're going to be all happy to see him."

"Lily darling? This is Olivier Barthel," Olivier said, speaking up since the phone call even started. "How do you know about my ex's party?"

"She sent me an invitation, duh."

"And you're down here as well?"

"Yes, with Daniel."

Oh my good god...Lily was down here. Lily was here with Daniel. Lily knew about them getting together. Lily also knew about...

"You knew about Chrysélie sleeping with my boyfriend." it wasn't a question-it was a goddamned statement. Rosalie knew Lily was a goddamned snake, but she didn't think she could be that low-down and dirty enough to know that piece of information. "Tell the fucking truth, Lil. Did you or did you not know that Chrysélie slept with my boyfriend and sent me a video about it?"

Silence was heard once again over the phone before Lily spoke again. "Yes, I knew that Chrysélie slept with Olivier. She wanted to have his baby so he could come back to her." she answered casually, but it felt like a slap to the face.

"She wants to have my baby," Olivier repeated, feeling a migraine coming on. "She loves me that damned bad that she forces me to sleep with her, just so she can have my baby?" How dumb can she be? "She does realize that a child cannot bring two people together, even if the father is with someone else."

"Tell her that, not me. I know about that. But if you want to tell her yourself, why don't do go to the party? I'm sure the both of you would have a blast." And with that, Lily hung up and the driver pulled up in front of the Venetian, leaving the couple stunned.

"I really don't wanna go to this damn party," Rosalie groaned as the door opened for her. "Do you?"

"Not really," Olivier admitted as he got out and held her hand. She took it as she got out of the car. "But if it'll shut Lily's mouth, then we should go."

"You sure?" she asked as they walked in the hotel. "You wanna go to-" she stopped when the banner for Chrysélie's Gatsby party at the Electric Cocktail Club flashed on the little television over the check in. The Quebecois actress/model was wearing a sexy golden dress that was plunged down into a golden V, down near her navel, her legs crossed to show off her toned legs. Glittering Christian Louboutons were on her dainty feet, and she was shooting them a sexy look with a martini in her hand, her signature red lips pouting.

"I really don't want to go if she's going to dress like that," Rosalie groaned as she turned to Olivier. "Can we just go on the gondolas and pretend that the party doesn't-"

"Rosie?" a familiar voice cut her off. "Is that you, babygirl?"

The nickname made her flinch as she turned around and saw her ex boyfriend coming over to them. She cursed as she turned to see Aiden Lockheart standing in front of her, wearing everything Ralph Lauren since he was basically a model for them.

Aiden Lockheart was the owner of the Crescent Hotel and Suites in Midtown Atlanta, and he was also a billionaire and a model for Ralph Lauren. Aiden was the poster boy for preppy boys: blonde hair that was cut in a Ivy League haircut, blue eyes, always wearing a leather watch, and a bit of a muscular body. Whatever the hell Rosalie saw in him, she didn't know, but for one moment...she thought she was looking at Elijah again. Then Aiden broke it when he opened his mouth.

"It is you, Rosie. Last I heard of you, you were in Montauk for the Fall," he said, and that made Rosalie sigh-she hated that she told her PR to spread those rumors about her-she really wasn't in Montauk, she was actually in the Berkshires for a while before she came back to the city. "How you been?" Aiden then turned to Olivier-and backed up. "Woah. Olivier Barthel? Chrysélie's boyfriend?"

"Ex boyfriend," Olivier corrected.

"Oh. That's weird. She said that you two are back together, though after that pic of you and Rosie dancing..." Aiden waggled his eyebrows, making Rosalie sick to her stomach. "But anyway, how you been, girl?"

"Oh I've been fine," she answered quickly. "We're just about to head to the gondolas. I've never been."

"Really? Interesting-I would've thought that you went to Venice to ride them."

One day I will, Rosalie thought as she looked at him. But not with you. "Don't you have a party to go to? Or some meeting or whatever?"

"Well I was in a meeting with Daniel Hamilton about him running for governor of Georgia and I gave him my support, and then I was going to chill by one of the pools before I get dressed to go to the party. You should come too, you know. Gonna be a blast."

"You know what, Aiden? I don't think we will." Olivier said, pulling Rosalie close to him. "I think we're going to go out for dinner and then have a nightcap."

Holding up his hands, Aiden backed away. "Sorry about that, man. See you later back in Georgia, Rosie? Or are you heading up to Charleston in the Wintertime? Heard it's killer up there. Though I'm gonna head off to Aspen for the winter."

"I might go to Charleston." Rosalie answered, remembering the winter home in South Carolina that she had. She hadn't been up there in a while, and she started to miss it terribly. "It's nice seeing you, Aiden. Maybe I'll catch you later, then?" she said as Olivier pulled her away from him and towards the gondolas. She didn't catch Aiden waving at her as they finally got in line to get on the gondolas, but Rosalie did relax the moment it was their turn, slipping in first before Olivier did.

The gondolier sang as they pushed off the pier and started to float down the river. The both of them heaved a sigh as they floated past a café. "I can't believe he's actually here." Rosalie said after a moment, resting her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.

Calling Olivier her boyfriend made her smile a bit-and she felt giddy inside. He was finally her boyfriend, her one and only. So why seeing Aiden again shook her up? She's never this shooken up over a man. But Aiden had that effect on her, and she hated it. She even couldn't believe that he asked her about Charleston, as if he was actually going to show up there.

"I can't believe he ignored me while he talked to my girlfriend." Olivier said out loud, breaking her out of her reverie. He sighed as he raked a hand through his hair while they floated underneath a bridge. "But let's not talk about anyone who's an ex right now," he wrapped an arm around her and gave her a small peck on her nose. "Let's enjoy this day and focus on us, alright?"

"Oui," Rosalie nodded with a smile.

The pair finished up their gondola ride and stopped to get some ice cream before they went to the High Roller at the LINQ, where Olivier pointed out the many things about the Strip that Rosalie didn't even know-The Luxor Pyramid, the many casinos and also the hotels that seemed to pop up every now and again. He even pointed out a nice little restaurant he used to go to when he came to Vegas for business and not for pleasure, and even pointed out the Cirque du Soleil shows Mystère and the Michael Jackson ONE. One the romantic ride on the huge ferris wheel was over, they hailed their car towards the outskirts of Las Vegas to ride a helicopter.

"Why a helicopter?" she asked once she slipped in. "I thought you showed me everything about this place."

Olivier laughed as he got in behind her. "Not on a helicopter I didn't." he answered. He picked up two champagne glasses and poured her favorite champagne-Möet & Chandon-into a glass. "For us," he said, passing her a glass and clinking it. Rosalie smiled as she clinked her glass back and took a sip of the champagne, feeling the bubbles tickle her throat.

"Lemme guess-you planned all of this?" she asked with a coy smile. "In secret?"

"Are you mad?"

She shook her head. "No,' she answered. "I love it."

That brought a smile on Olivier's face as they toured the Strip as the sun went down. They even shared a kiss as the helicopter touched down and they go back into their car to go back to the hotel, where they changed into their dinner outfits: Olivier chose his Ermenegildo Zenga Trofeo solid wool suit in navy, his Eton contemporary fit diagonal stripe dress shirt, Prada Spazzolato saffiano leather derby leathers, his Versace Greca watch, and for last, his Viktor and Rolf Spicebomb. "Mai Schätz," he called once he got done getting dressed, coming out of the bathroom and stopped when he saw Rosalie sitting at the vanity table, wearing only her golden silk housecoat from Versace, doing her own make up.

Seeing her like that made him get hard. She looked so damned beautiful as she did her own makeup-though that was something he didn't care about in women, as long as they looked good. But with Rosalie...doing it without calling for a whole hair and makeup team Chrysélie brings with her...

It was like magic.

Rosalie looked up from putting on her mascara to see the look on Olivier's face-the look of lust and desire, and also in awe-and her cheeks turned red. "What?" she asked with a chuckle, putting the wand back in the Geurlain Mad Eyes mascara and setting the pink bottle down. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

She turned around-and Olivier nearly groaned at the sight of her naked. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, he did, but his eyes started to wander, to take in her body, and saw the surgery scar that rested right over her hip. Now he wondered how she tasted if they did get to the next level, how many times he could make her scream-

"Like you want to come over here and have me for dinner." Rosalie answered, getting up and started to close up her housecoat. "But...not now. Alright?" she told him, feeling her cheeks burning. "I'm not...not ready. Not yet."

"...right," he agreed, blinking. "Later. When we're not...in a-dammit!" he cursed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Why can't I just say it? I don't want to cheapen the damn thing once we get together. I want us to have sex when we're ready. Not...have you in a hotel."

A small smile came to Rosalie's lips as she sat next to him. "I lost my virginity in a hotel-on my wedding night," she assured him. "So you won't cheapen us having sex. It can be someplace that you're comfortable with." She watched as a smirk appeared on his face as he started to chuckle. "There's no rush-I hope you know that."

He nodded, turning to look at her while his elbows were on his knees and his hands were holding his head up. "You're right," he said, reaching over and patting her leg. "We can wait. Now come on-we have a dinner as Mizuni's to go to."

"Mizuni's?" that got a eyebrow raised as she stood up and finished getting dress. Rosalie slipped into a MICHAEL Michael Kors pleated Georgette Halter dress in crimson and her Salvatore Ferragamo Florenzas X5 Crystal-Embellished slingback sandals. The only jewelry she needed was her David Yurman Angelika bracelet in 18k yellow gold in diamonds, and a Chloé Kattie leather shoulder clutch she borrowed from Genevieve. Finishing the look off with her Tom Ford lip in Dressed to Kill and spritzing on Gucci's Gloaming Night perfume, they were ready to go to Mizuni's.

As soon as they walked out of their hotel, the lights started flashing as the paparazzi started asking questions about their relationship and Chrysélie's party. Olivier thought that Rosalie was going to stop and actually prance around for the damned paps, but she didn't, shielding her eyes as they got into the car and drove off to Mizuni's.

"I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that Lily sent them after us," Rosalie guessed with a sigh. "I swear, that bitch just wants us to confess that we're in a relationship."

"Or worse," Olivier countered. "Come up with some lie about us that'll try and tear us apart." Which, he hoped, doesn't come down to that. He had no more secrets and she had no more secrets. So why are the paparazzi coming around now??? It can't be because of them-he ignored half their questions as they got in the car. Most of the questions was about Chrysélie, and he was getting damned tired of hearing about her. So what the hell was it?

He put that question to the side as they arrived at the Palms and went straight to the Japanese restaurant. Once they sat down, they ordered a sauvignon blanc to drink and then placed their orders-shrimp sushi and miso toothfish saikyo-yaki for Olivier and a truffle creamy crab croquette for Rosalie. They laughed and talked about their day, Rosalie's fingers stroking Olivier's hand as they talked. They finished up their dinner and had dessert, which was a Goma and Natsu Chocolate Fondant.

"Oh my god," Rosalie groaned as she took her spoon to dig in. "This fondant is better than sex."

"Better than sex?" Olivier repeated, shocked that she would even say that. Of course, he'd said a certain expensive apple bourbon was better than sex, but dessert?! "Are you sure, my love? That it's better than sex?"

She nodded. "It is," she told him with a chuckle. "I can just strip naked and make love to the dessert if I could."

That statement made Olivier laugh as they finished off their meal and walked around a bit. Rosalie closed her eyes, trying to remember the last time she actually felt this way about anyone-and found out that she didn't. She thought about the many times she hated Olivier and thought that she'd never be in this position until now-holding hands with him as they walked, resting her head on his shoulder.

What the fuck is this?

Was she...truly falling in love with him?

As they returned to the hotel a bit later, she found herself leaning against the door of their room, and his hands automatically on her body-as if it fits there. Rosalie looked up into his eyes and saw the sexy look that made her get wet-the look of a man that wanted to devour her, body and soul.

Who was going to make the first move? She thought, as the minutes turned into what felt like hours.

Olivier made the move first, descending his head down and placing his lips against hers...