Berlin was an absolute nightmare to drive in and Benito had picked the Grand Hyatt Hotel; it was located directly in the middle of the city. I was very glad, when I could park the Audi in front of the hotel for the check in. The receptionist handed us our key cards, then I asked if the had a parking lot just for guests. She nodded and told me to hand the keys to the concierge in front of the entrance.

"The Maybach suite is on the top floor. An employee is going to bring the luggage up into your room. Breakfast starts at seven o'clock, either in our restaurant or in your room, just let me know now if you'd like to reserve a table for tomorrow morning." the woman behind the desk said friendly.

"We'll go with room service, please." Benito told her. While he was talking to the woman, I started looking around. The hotel was by far the nicest I had ever been to. After a few more moments, Benito thanked the lady. It didn't take long until the concierge that was supposed to bring our bags to the room asked for the car keys. I handed them to him, then Benito and I walked over to the elevator.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed when we entered the room about five minutes later.

"You like it?" Benito asked from behind me. I was looking around, exploring both rooms excitedly. It was the first time within the four months of knowing him that I realised how much luxury he could actually afford.

"There's only one bed." I said as I reached the bedroom. Benito walked up behind me.

"Oh, I didn't think about that. I'm sorry." he responded, sounding disappointed.

"No, it's fine. The bed's big enough for both of us." I gave back.

One hour later, Benito and I were sitting in one of the subways on our way to the KaDeWe - the biggest mall Berlin had to offer. He had wanted to go there because Benito apparently loved shopping. I had agreed because I loved to see him happy, even though I didn't like running around and looking for stuff I would definitely not need.

"Why do you want to go to that mall?" I asked him curiously.

"You need a dress for tomorrow." he responded. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. As far as I knew we didn't have anything fancy planned, just the usual sightseeing stuff.

"Tomorrow? What are we doing tomorrow?" I questioned confused.

"Well, you told me that David never took you on an actual date, so I'm doing that." he gave back like it was the morst normal thing on the planet. I stared at him in disbelief and started shaking my head.

"So you're asking me on a date?" I wanted to know just to be sure about it.

"Exactamente." (Exactly.) he answered calmly. I could feel myself blush. Around 10 minutes later, we stepped out of the subway station. The mall was directly in front of us and even though I had been there before, it was overwhelming every single time.

"Which store do you wanna go to first?" I asked as we were walking up to the entrance.

"You will see." Benito told me. Since he seemed to have a plan, I let him lead me through the huge building. At first, we were just looking around but then he grabbed my hand and led me directly into a shop.

"Does it have to be Louis Vuitton?" I asked and frowned. Of course, it had to be a luxury brand.

"Yes, anything else would be insulting for you." he responded and smiled down at me. Immediately an employee approached us.

"Guten Tag, kann ich Ihnen helfen?" (Good day, can I help you?) the young man asked friendly. Even though Benito didn't speak German, he managed to figure out what the guy had said.

"Uh, hi. We need a dress for my wonderful wife." Benito told him. The man looked at me and started nodding.

"Follow me. Anything special in mind?" he wanted to know directed at me. I was overtaxed with that question, so I turned to Benito who chuckled.

"Something simple but elegant." he told the employee. I was surprised that he knew what I wanted. I loved simple dresses because I loved accessorising my outfits with jewellery or belts, sometimes even jackets or bags. The employee nodded and hurried off into the back of the shop. As we were waiting for him to come back, I was looking around. There was a pair of high heels that caught my eye. I fell in love with them instantly. Somebody clearing their throat caused me to turn back around. The employee had four dresses in his hand.

"Try them on." Benito told me. He had sat down on one of the couches and had a very amused look on his face.

I was exhausted, when we got back to our hotel room. Benito placed the bags from our shopping spree on the couch of our suite, while I let myself fall onto the bed with a sigh.

"I'm hungry." I mumbled into the pillow.

"I'll order something for us." I heard Benito say, then I turned my head to find him grab the phone on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked, before he dialled the number of the reception.

"Sushi." I responded and closed my eyes again. I could hear Benito talk on the phone and shortly after how he put the phone back onto the table.

"I wanna go out tonight." he said. By the movement on the mattress, I could tell that he had sat down on the bed as well. "Where?" I questioned, turning to look at him.

"One second." he mumbled and pulled his phone out.

"There's a Latin club not far from here. It's called Havanna." he said after a few seconds.

"Yeah, we can go. I haven't been out since Vegas." I told him.

"Alright, I'll go take a shower now. The guy on the phone said our food should be coming in around 30 minutes." Benito told me and got back up from the bed. I nodded and grabbed my phone from my jeans pocket. From the corner of my eye, I saw Benito grab some clothes from the closet next to the bed, then he disappeared into the bathroom. Ever since Vegas, I had turned my Instagram private. Benito had warned me that people might find out who I was but thank god, I didn't get too much attention from his fans. My suggestions page was full of theories of who his wife might be. Sometimes I even read the comments out of curiosity and they honestly were funny as hell. Of course, there was the fans that were outraged - even after four months -, the ones that were happy for him and the ones that were straight up mean. Out of boredom, I opened TikTok. It was the same as on Instagram. My For You page mainly consisted of content about him. Videos from his concerts, people making up theories and creators that tried to tie anything that happened to his ex girlfriend. Apparently she had done a live stream and had talked about how much it had hurt her to see him marry somebody else. I rolled my eyes at the video. It was fascinating to me that she still had his fans under her spell and that there were so many people who genuinely wanted them back together. Shaking my head, I closed the app again and yawned. I knew that this night was gonna be interesting because we were gonna drink.

After dinner, I went into the bathroom myself to get ready. As the last time I had went out, I had no idea what to wear, so I focused on my make up first. The door to the bathroom was open and I could feel Benito's eyes on me.

"What are you gonna wear?" he asked.

"I don't know." I responded and focused on my mascara again. I saw him get up from the bed, then he walked over to the closet.

"Wear this." I heard him say after a few moments of silence. I turned my head to look at him. He was holding up an oversized shirt - it was definitely his and not mine -, a pair of jeans shorts that I was sure nobody was going to see if I actually wore the shirt and my white air force ones. It looked comfortable, so I started nodding. Since I had no idea what to with my hair, I decided to put it in a messy bun with a few pieces hanging out into my face. Benito eyed me, before he cleared his throat and held the outfit he had picked towards me. The shirt smelled like him and I caught myself taking in a deep breath of his scent, when I had closed the door to change. The outfit was simple but it also had something and I felt comfortable. As already mentioned, I loved accessorising, so I put a golden necklace on, some hoop earrings and a golden bracelet in the same style as the necklace. A smile spread across Benito's face when I walked out of the bathroom. The way he eyed me made me feel some type of way. For a few seconds, he was obviously checking me out until I cleared my throat and walked over to the bed where my phone was charging. We were ready to go as soon as I had sprayed some perfume on and so we got on our way.