Two days later, I've been trying to get away from Stephen, but he holds me beside him. He's been trying to snap me on his snapchat, but I've been refusing to let him.

I had added a snap of us earlier on my snapchat, but I had blocked out my face.

Stephen just made me look like blah next too him. He was a model, and he just looked so handsome in pictures and videos.

I on the other hand looked like shit in pictures, and had to take more then one picture until I was satisfied.

Finally, giving up on trying to snap a video with me he walks ahead of me towards another store. We were in a mall shopping around.

I walk behind Stephen wrapping my arms around him. Shaking his head, he continues to walk with me still wrapped around him.

He stops at 'Louis Vuitton', which is an upscale store.

My eyes widen in disbelief. I mean. I still wasn't use to shopping in stores like this, but Stephen was. Unwrapping my arms from around him, I stand there awkwardly.

He turns around looking at me, his face expression confused. "What's wrong?" He asks me.

It wasn't just the fact that I was not use to this type of lifestyle, but I was scared how people would look at me.

I wasn't the norm to rich successful people. I was looked down upon. I didn't want to feel that way, but it was true.

People were cruel, and would be disgusted seeing Stephen with someone like me.

"Hum. I'm going to go to the ladies room. You go inside." I begin to walk away, but Stephen grabs my arm. Turning me back around, I look up into his green eyes.

"Don't lie to me. If this is about me and you being together. Then you can wipe those negative thoughts from your beautiful little mind, mi amor." Stephen just knew all the right things to say to me. He knew what I was thinking, and how to make me feel better.

"I'm sorry. I guess I've been letting negative people get into my head." I explain frowning.

Removing his hand from my arm, he cups my face with both his hands. "I love you, _____. Don't let nobody tell you differently. Your the woman who has my heart, and the woman on my mind 24/7. I will never let anyone talk bad about you. Now, let's go and enjoy the rest of our vacation." He kisses my lips softly, I wrap my arms around his waist pulling him closer to me.

I loved Stephen, and there was no way I was ever letting him go. My negative thoughts had vanished. And now I was able to enjoy the rest of our vacation.

An hour later, me and Stephen had stopped at a local cafe. Slipping on my tea, I stare out the window. The scenery here was just so beautiful.

Breaking me from my thoughts, I hear Stephen's voice. I turn my head only to see him talking to two women, I didn't even notice were standing in front of our table.

Both women were gorgeous, one had long brunette hair while the other woman had black shoulder length hair.

They were both slim women, but the woman with the black hair looked like she could be a model. I could tell the brunette woman was French, because of her thick accent.

The other woman had to be Spanish, since she referred to Stephen as Elijah. And just the way she pronounced his nickname was a hint.

"OMG! We're sorry to bother you. But can we take a picture with you?" The black hair woman asks meekly. Her accent was not that thick, but you could tell she was from Latin descent.

Stephen being the sweetheart that he is, gets up from out of his seat and takes two pictures with them. I couldn't believe how fangirly these two grown women were.

They were squealing, and touching all up on Stephen, but he didn't seem at all fazed by it. It just annoyed the hell outta me.

I knew they were his fans, but did they have to touch up on him like that. And to add onto the mix, they didn't even acknowledge me.

Finally, done with the pictures the brunette woman asks Stephen for a hug. He gladly complies, and gives her a side hug. If that wasn't even crossing the line the bitch had the nerve to peck him on his cheek.

That was my breaking point, getting up from out of my seat I grab my bag and walk towards the exit. Stephen knew how I felt about fans coming up to him when we were together. This was our vacation, and that meant no working.

I understood his fans were everything to him, since they were the main reason why he was successful in his career. But there was a line to his personal life and his career life as a model.

This was just too much seeing women throw themselves at him, and he didn't seem to mind it at all.

Walking on the streets of Paris, I had no clue how to get back to our hotel. "Fuckk! This is stupid. Why did I even bother coming?! He's always gonna put work before me. Who knows maybe he already cheated on me. He's full of shit!" I outburst weakly as I continue walking.

I knew I was lost, and that I was far from the cafe we were at. At this moment I really didn't care. Realizing I'm close to 'Arc de Triomphe', I take out my phone and go into Google Maps.

I was only six minutes from the Eiffel Tower if I take a taxi. Not really trusting a taxi I decide to walk there instead, which will take me twenty-nine minutes. But I needed the walk, I needed to think for awhile.

Twenty-five minutes later, I finally start to recognize the streets. When I get to the hotel, I sigh in relief that I made it.

I'm greeted by the hotel staff when I walk in. I fake a smile and walk towards the elevator. Pressing the button I wait for the elevator to come.

Dinging the elevator doors open, and I step inside pressing my floor. I lean against the wall closing my eyes. I was still irritated, but that walk was just what I needed.

The elevator doors open signaling that it's my floor. Stepping out I walk towards my suite, I dig into my bag getting my room key out.

Swiping the room key the door clicks open. Pushing the door open, I walk inside closing the door behind me.

Walking towards the bed I drop my bag there. Turning around I look around the room. Stephen didn't make it back I see.

His player ass was still probably flirting with those girls. There was a difference between being friendly with your fans, and flirting with them. But Stephen didn't seem to have gotten that memo.

Deciding to take a bathe, I grab my change of clothes and head towards the bathroom. I slip out of my clothes laying them neatly on the bathroom counter.

I turn the water on letting the warm water fill the tub. I needed a nice warm bathe to ease the tension from my body.

Finally filled to the brim, I test the water and step inside. Letting out a soft moan, the water eases the tension from my aching body. I lay back in the tub, and close my eyes. I really had a long freaking day.

I went from being insecure to being fine, and then back to being insecure again. It was like the cause of my pain was Stephen.

He was the problem solver, and the main reason for the issue. There was just no chill with this relationship.

I thought finally coming to see him, and being in a relationship with him would be amazing. I mean, it was at times but it was like he never understood my feelings.

Time and time again I told him about how I was really feeling, but it was like he never listened because there was always another problem again.

Sighing I open my eyes staring at the wall absentmindedly. I thought this vacation was for us to rekindle our relationship like the connection we had when we texted each other.

Breaking me from my thoughts, I hear the front door click open. I guess Stephen had finally decided to come back.

Shaking my head, I sink myself down into the tub. I close my eyes again, and let my body relax. Blocking the world out, I began to fall asleep.

But to my dismay I hear the bathroom door open. I open my eyes, and slowly sit up in the bathtub.

Stephen stands at the edge of the tub staring down at me. His muscular arms crossed over his lean chest, and his facial expression stern.

Rolling my eyes I turn my head away from him. "Are we really not going to talk about what happened? Or are you just going to act like an immature child?" He spats out coldly.

Having enough of his dumb ass attitude, I stand up in the tub grabbing my robe.

Stepping out of the tub, I walk pass him brushing my shoulder against his chest. Sighing he walks behind me out of the bathroom.

Gripping my upper arm tight, he spins me around. "What is wrong with you?!" Feeling pissed I yank my arm away from his hold.

"Don't you fucking raise your voice at me, Step-hen!!" I yell angrily. How dare he yell at me. He had no right to be mad at me.

I had every right to be mad. He was flirting with those girls, and acting like it was nothing. Was I fucking wrong for being pissed off at his dumb cheating ass?!

"I'm not raising my voice. But now I am! I was just taking pictures with fans. What's the big freaking problem?! It's not like I left you there. Your my girlfri-" Was he freaking kidding me? He thought he wasn't in the wrong. He had this totally twisted.

"Ha..You think your not wrong? Huh?! Well..your wrong! I sat there while your ass took pictures with those two hussies, who might I add were feeling you up in front of your so called girlfriend. And I'm the delusional one who's in the wrong." I snap glaring at him.

Standing there he avoids meeting my eyes. He knew I was right. He was wrong, and all I was trying to do was tell him how I was feeling. He wanted us to communicate, and that's what I was doing.

"Look, I understand I came into this relationship knowing about your career. And I know you have fans who you appreciate dearly. But there's a line, Stephen. We're on vacation, and I want to spend time with you. Am I wrong for wanting that? Because I know I'm not. Your fans have to understand you have a personal life. They didn't even acknowledge me. That was so fucking rude. I may not be nobody to them, but I'm your girlfriend. I deserve respect too, but that really hurt that you ignored me." I frown.

Moving forward he embraces me in a hug. I bury my face in his chest. Feeling all my emotions come out, I began to cry into Stephen's chest.

"I'm sorry, mi amor. I never meant to make you feel that way. I promise, the rest of the vacation will only be about us. But just know I don't want any other woman but you. And I also promise not to let any other woman disrespect you like that again. I love you." He promised me.

He rubs my back in a soothing pattern as I weep. I just wanted us to work out together. I didn't want us to end up breaking up, because of a minor issue. When I'm done crying I pull away from him wiping my tears with my sleeve.

He cups my face looking into my eyes. "I really am sorry. I promise I'm going to make this better. I want us to work, but I keep fucking up. You shouldn't have to worry about things like this. And I'm sorry.." Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pull him closer towards me.

"I forgive you. But let's just move on from this." I smile slightly.

Nodding his head he returns my smile. That sexy smile of his was breathtaking, I haven't seen it in awhile.

Getting lost in his eyes, I feel my hormones start to rage. Smashing my lips onto his, he kisses me back hungrily.

His tongue slips into my mouth, and dominantly explores my mouth. His tongue coxes mine in a dance.

One thing leads to another, and a few minutes later we're in bed naked. Stephen's clothes and my robe were scattered on the floor.

He hovers over me his arms placed at either side of my head. The sheets cover our lower bodies.

His cock buried deep inside, and filling me up. My moans and his groans echo around the room.

He moves at a steady pace making sure he hits all my nerves. I grip his biceps digging my nails into them.

"Fuckk, baby!" He groans closing his eyes. His breathe hitches as my walls clench tight onto his cock.

He quickens his pace, and thrusts roughly into me. The bed shakes underneath us as he assaults my pussy.

"Uh! Yass d-daddy!" I moan loudly as he pounds into my g-spot repeatedly. Arching my back I throw my head back.

I could feel my orgasm about to come. With our bodies covered in sweat, Stephen removes the sheets from off of us.

Pulling out of me he flips me onto my stomach. He raises my ass up, and rams right into my pussy.

"S-Shit!" His thrust become brutal and reckless. He gave me no leeway, plunging his cock into me violently.

He smacks my ass hard as he cums inside me. He grips my hips digging into my skin.

I yelp from the sting, but I had to admit I loved the pain. Coming undone too, I close my eyes basing in my high.

His cum drips down my leg and onto the bed. He collapses on top of me holding me tight. I moan loving the warmth of his body on mine.

His limp cock twitches inside me, and I feel my walls clench around his cock.

"Mm..don't do that baby. Because I think I could go another round." He huskily whispers against my ear. His hands slip underneath me, and cups my breast squeezing them.

"Stephen!" I moan into the sheets.

"Stephen? I told you about that." He growls pinching my nipples.

"Uh!Fuckk daddy!" He moves his hips thrusting into me in a slow rhyme. I guess this is what makeup sex felt like. I had to admit it felt so damn good.