After his meeting with the Maloof family and taking a little tour of Jewel's construction, to see how it was going, Olivier went back to his suite and closed the door. All day, he'd been trying his damndest to avoid Chrysèlie, but he'd forgotten to change his number, because all day she'd been sending him flirty texts, one of them a nude one of herself after he got dressed to go to the meeting, with the text All of this could be yours if you just say yes.

No, he sent back before he went to the meeting.

Now that he was back in his suite, he tossed his keys on the night table and went to fix himself a drink at the mini bar. He dug around the small minibar until he found the ingredients for an Old Fashioned when his phone started to vibrate. Pulling it out of his pocket, praying that it wasn't another flirty text from Chrysèlie, he saw that it was instead Rosalie, which brought him a sense of relief. "Hallo mäin Schatz-"

"She knows." Rosalie cut him off before he could say anything else. "She knows about my surgery scar. The bitch knows..."

Shit. "Tell me what happened," Olivier said, going over to sit at the end of the bed, nursing his drink. "How does she know?"

Taking a deep breath, Rosalie recounted the dinner from hell, telling him about Lily's many questions about the two of them, and then bringing up the only man from Rosalie's past that she'd ever been with fully-Aiden Lockheart, the hotelier and billionaire who has the Crescent Hotel and Suites all over the US, and who was making millions thanks to his new luxury hotel called the Atlantis Ocean Hotel and Spa. Aiden apparently saw the surgery scar one night when they went all the way, and had never said anything about it until now, when Lily asked.

He cursed and ran a hand though his hair. He was getting really tired of Lily knowing everything damn thing about them and use it as leverage. Someone should stop her, and he had half a mind to do it. "What else happened, Rosalie?" Olivier asked slowly, taking a long sip of his drink.

"She brought up the night we had that fight...and she thinks that we slept together after our fight."

"We didn't even sleep together that night," he muttered, hearing Rosalie agree with him.

"I felt like Lily was digging around, trying to find something juicy about our relationship," she said with a frown. "But we're not even seeing each other right now or anything. Our relationship never took off and we never had sex. We would get drunk on Chambord and get into fights."

"I know-I'm down here worrying about my new restaurant and avoiding my ex-girlfriend who hounding me like a damn dog." Olivier groaned.

"Chrysèlie? Is there? In Vegas?"

"Yep. She's down here for some party she's hosting at the Venetian, and I've been-"

"Are you fucking sleeping with her again?"

"What? Hell no, I'm not sleeping with her again. She's trying to get me into bed with her again, but I'm not going to. I promise." Olivier assured her. He heard that sigh of relief though the other line, and his heart started to relax just a bit.

"I'm relieved," Rosalie smiled, even though he couldn't see it. "I can't wait for you to come back home." In her voice, Olivier heard...something. A bit of hope? Is that what he heard? He must've did, because a smile broke out over his face.

"I can't wait neither, mäi Schatz." He told her with a smile. Once the two hung up, Olivier's stomach started to growl. Chuckling and putting his phone back on the nightstand, he got up and took a shower, then threw on a black chain shirt from Eton, dark jeans from Purple Brand, and after slipping into his black Adidas, he was ready to go to the Wynn for dinner. He made it towards the elevator and to the ground floor when the elevator opened-and Chrysèlie Natel walked in, wearing a very silky wrap mini dress, her blonde hair tousled and her lips painted red once more. Her gold Gucci strap sandals glittered in the light as she stood there, smiling at him.

"Hey there, handsome," she purred, reaching up to cup her cheek. If Olivier took a sniff, he could tell that she was wearing her favorite perfume-Chanel Mademoiselle-to try and seduce him. "Did you miss me, all alone in that big room of yours?"

"No," he answered, moving aside so he can make his way to the Wynn. "I didn't miss you at all."

Chrysèlie made a sad sound as she turned and grabbed his arm, making him stop. "Have dinner with me," she asked. "Just one. At STK? My favorite? Just one more, Olivier. I miss talking to you."

Taking one good look at her, he took a deep breath and let it out. "Fine. One meal, Chrysèlie. Just. One. And that's it. Then I'm going back to my room and sleeping."

She nodded, slipping her arm into his. "Okay, one dinner and you'll never see me again," she told him as they walked out of the hotel and into her limo.

Shocking, dinner at STK was a simple dinner. Olivier ordered the NY strip with Yukon Gold Potatoes and a drink called the Jockey, which was a Blanton and a classic with a twist, it said on the menu. Chrysèlie had the Half Jidori chicken with a Ginger Mojito. The conversation was just...simple. Plain and simple. Topics such as work, her movie, Atlanta, anything other than their relationship was talked about as they ate, and once they came back to Olivier's room, Chrysèlie tried to kiss him.

"No," Olivier pushed her back, turning his head. He will not do this again. Not again. "I told you, I'm heading to bed alone after dinner-not with you."

Chrysèlie pouted, as if his words didn't reach her as she tried again, turning his head and trying to kiss him. She nipped him on his neck and chest, the spots that made Olivier groan softly and finally kissed her, his mouth covering hers. She moaned as he tried to open the door to his hotel room, turning around so she could be on the wall. Olivier's mind screamed at him not to do this, that he was about to mess up the one good thing he had with Rosalie that haven't even started yet-but the Chrysèlie Spell took over him once again as they stumbled into the room, the door being kicked closed as their clothes were being torn off, and they were in bed.

Olivier kissed her everywhere along her body, knowing each and every button that made Chrysèlie shake and moan, holding her as he rolled her on her back and entered her in one powerful thrust, making her gasp. "I hate you," Olivier gasped, pinning her hands over her head as he kept thrusting inside her, hearing her moans and screams as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "I hate you for doing this to me."

"Oh you love it," she groaned back as she tried to match her hips with his strokes, holding on to him as her body started to shake, feeling an orgasm coming. "You know you can't resist me, Olivier. You never could."

"You bitch."

Chrysèlie laughed as her very loud orgasm took over her, leaving her no room to speak. Both Olivier and Chrysèlie had wild and steamy sex all night, christening the shower and the sofa. The next morning, Olivier woke up and rolled over to the side, placing a hand on the cold side of the bed-and everything that happened last night came back to him, and he cursed. Once again, Chrysèlie Natel had gotten under his skin and he slept with her. He could still smell her all over his skin and the room, and the guilt of sleeping with her crashed down on him. How can he look at Rosalie and tell her that he'd slept with his ex-girlfriend once more?

A knock was heard from the door, breaking Olivier from his guilt. Confused, he went to the door, wondering who it was. Covering himself up, he opened the door and was stunned to see Rosalie standing there, a bag packed next to her. "Wha-Rosalie...what are you doing here?" he asked as she walked in. He closed the door and went over to her, where she pulled him into a kiss. Stunned, Olivier kissed her back, drawing her into his arms and keeping her there before pulling back, the guilt of being with Chrysèlie crashing down on him.

"I'm here because I needed to get away from Georgia," She answered as her bags started to come in. The bellhop gave her a bow and she gave him a tip before he left, leaving Olivier stunned. "So why not come to Vegas where my so-called boyfriend is here?"

At least it was good...but..."I'm not gonna be in Vegas long," he told her. "I'm going to be here for a couple more days, and then I'm heading back home." Olivier prayed to God she didn't smell him and Chrysèlie in bed together-the sex was still in the air, and the thought of her finding out would kill him.

His phone started to ring, and he went over and answered it, wondering what else could go wrong. It was his PR, Marie-Therese, yelling at him in French about not checking out the blogs today-or watch any talk show. Talk show? What is she talking-

Rosalie turned on the TV, and the E! Morning News was on.

Today on Hot News, Is Chrysèlie Natel and Olivier Barthel back on? Last night the two were seen at STK in Vegas....

And then a photo of the dinner of the two of them, laughing and actually enjoying the dinner came up, and Olivier cursed. That bitch...that conniving bitch....

They were spotted going back to The Palms resort where they were spotted kissing near Olivier's door, and it looked very heavy before they slipped in the room. Wonder if they did get hot and heavy? Because honestly, I really do miss Chryslivier, they were perfect together.

I hope they get back together. But rumors were that Olivier moved on with Lady Rosalie Darlington-Whit, the wife of the late Sir Elijah, but sources say that they are just friends.

Everything seemed to just crash around Olivier right then and there. That night...That night, Chrysèlie wanted him back, and had did everything so damned well so everyone can think that they're back together...even making sure the paparazzi was there to see them fucking have dinner...then have someone slip by and see them kissing like wild animals...

"Rosalie..." he started, ignoring the French yelling, the segment of "Chryslivier's best moments", and background information of how the two got together. "Rosie, I can explain-"

Rosalie turned to him, a look he can't even describe on her face. She got up and took the phone from him and calmed his PR down, telling her that they'll do some damage control before she hung up. "Don't," she said, pressing a finger to his lips. "I know-I understand why you slept with her-"

"No...no you don't, mäi Schatz. She tricked me, used me for whatever damned gain she had, and then left me in the morning. I hated what she did to me, I'm not making excuses for her because that's what she does: she gets into my skin and I just...I just can't get her to leave me alone!" Olivier sank down to his knees and pressed a kiss to Rosalie's knuckles. "I only love you. I'd do anything to make all of this go away...all of it..."

Seeing him like this, all of this emotion he was showing...it made her mouth twitch into a smile before he told her that he loved her. "You love me?" she asked slowly. How long has it been since she heard those three words? Only time she heard it was when Elijah said it before he left for work the day he died, and when Aiden said it when he was drunk. But when Olivier said it...her heart started to skip a beat.

"Yes," he answered, grabbing her arms and looking up at her. "I loved you the day I met you at the party."

Rosalie nodded before she turned away, making Olivier release her. He sat there on his knees, confused as she went to dig her phone out of her Hermes bag. "I already know about you and her," she told him, finally grabbing her phone and using her face to open it. "And I'm not mad."

What?

She's...she's not mad?

Olivier was confused. "I...how...?" he asked before she turned her phone around and pressed play.

A video of last night started to play-and the moans was getting louder by each moan and thrust, and Olivier's voice telling Chrysèlie how much he hated her, and her purring, "I know." Then the video ended, and there was only one text from Chrysèlie that rocked his world right then and there.

CHRYSELIE NATEL: Enjoy my sloppy seconds, bitch.

~

Decker grabbed the coffee cup and opened up his laptop. He flickered through everything Isabelle gave him about what was on Taylor's computer-and it was shocking as hell. Taylor had plans on getting rid of Elijah so he could be the number one lawyer in Atlanta, down to the part that he hired a hitman to try and take out Elijah. His fingers curled up into a fist-that scheming bastard. One day, he'll get what's coming to him. Then he saw that the hitman didn't work, and that he had to do it himself.

Ha, Decker thought. Serves you, you dumb bitch.

He kept on scrolling until he started seeing little things about child support and DNA test when it came to Isabelle, which confused him. Child support? DNA test? What the-

He kept on reading a bit more and saw that these were from Maria, Taylor's wife, which confuses him. Maria? What did Maria want with child support and a DNA test? Decker shook his head as he kept scrolling-and found a recording a couple years ago. Pressing play, it was a whole conversation about Isabelle-and how Elijah wanted to keep this a secret from his wife because he didn't want her to know that he had a child out of wedlock, even though at the time he had just won the award for best lawyer in Atlanta.

Maria was begging him to change his mind, to tell Rosalie about Isabelle and how she would be the next heir to the Darlington-Whit line, the next duchess. Once again, Elijah tells her no, and tells her that he'll pay for the child support, though the DNA test...he didn't think he'll take. Not with Taylor lurking around.

This shocks Decker. He knew Elijah and Maria were seeing each other before he dated and married his sister, but to have a child with her, which turned out to be Isabelle? Taking his phone, he dialed Olivier's phone. "Dude," he said the moment he picked up. "I found something-"

"It's not a good time, Decker. Rosie's here." Olivier cut him off.

"Well good. She needs to know."

"Know...what?"

"I think...I think Elijah fathered Isabelle. But he didn't want to tell her because of Rosalie."

"How do you know that?"

"There's a recording on here...and I think the two of you need to listen to it."