I can't wait for night time to fall. I woke up this morning and packed up everything that I will be needing for this trip.

My bags look like I am leaving for a month and I haven't even asked for how long we will be gone. I don't think that it will be too long though, even though I packed like I am never coming back again.

He should just leave me in France. Or we could just live in France and never come back home.

"You're going to love it friend", Gigi says as we sit down with the family for breakfast. Today she, my family, Isadora and her family will be leaving in the late afternoon.

This weekend has been so incredible. I had so much fun celebrating my graduation with the people that I hold dear in my life. I've grown closer to Isadora and Tommy has become a big brother of sorts to me.

Nana and my parents have seen a part of my life that they have not had the chance to see before.

Mom and Lex have also grown closer.

Throughout their stay here, I have seen mom and dad have moments where they have been in deep conversation with Lex. I have no idea what they were talking about but my mother's teary eyes and dad's wide smile indicated that they are talking of something good.

Breakfast goes on smoothly as normal. Miss June and Harvey told us of their plan to visit my parents sometime soon.

One of the things that I am grateful for is that Nana did not suffer from an episode the whole time they are here. God is looking out for me, making sure that this weekend is going smoothly.

Somewhere along the day, the genders decided to separate. The men are having their own thing up in Lex's study while the women have congregated themselves in the kitchen.

Each of us with a cup of a warm beverage, mom and Miss June obviously having tea while Isadora, Gigi and myself each clutch mugs filled with creamy hot chocolate.

Shiloh is asleep in her pram which stands next to her mother's chair as we sit around the table.

"So have you packed everything?", Isadora asks me.

As I mentioned before, I am pretty sure that I have overpacked, but a small part of me can't help but think maybe I am underpacked and now Isa's question is making me want to check if I am even properly packed.

The weather in France at this time of year is still warm but it is heading towards the end of summer, nearing the beginning of autumn so I have a lot of dresses but a few sweaters and about three pairs of jeans and some sweatpants.

This would have been easier if I knew for how long we would be gone.

"When are you going to tell him?". My mother's questioning tone cuts through all the thoughts I had about luggage.

I don't even need to think about what she is asking. I know exactly what she is talking about. I shrug and try to avoid her gaze. If I look at her eyes, she will see right through my soul and activate the part of me that will run up those stairs and tell Alexander that I love him.

The last time I tried doing that, June saw me splayed out on the counter like a rotisserie chicken . Her presence derailed my plans for the love confession.

As if June can read my thoughts, she shoots me a wink as a ghost of a smile appears on her face.

Admitting that you love someone is a big deal and I feel like I honestly rushed myself. So in a way I am grateful for June's interruption. I really need some more time to get used to this feeling.

***

Early evening crawls in before we even know it. The only people left in the house are myself, Lex, Miss June and Harvey.

Everyone else had left about an hour ago. It was very emotional for all of us. Bonds were created over this weekend and I can tell that each person appreciated the time that we all spent together.

Mom was very sad to leave June and Shiloh. Nana did not take kindly to not being able to see Tommy's giant self. I felt the same way too.

He is such a goofball, I love him like a brother. It's very easy to get attached to him and hard to let go.

Gigi and I spent a good ten minutes in a tear filled embrace. We had to be literally pulled apart.

We really are that dramatic.

But this was not goodbye, it's a see you later.

"Have a safe trip", Miss June says as Lex loads our bags into his black Audi Q2.

I walk to Harvey, who surprises not only me but both June and Lex pulling me in for a hug. "Have Fun", he whispers as I welcome his warmth. He is really getting more affectionate and I am touched by how much he cares for me.

"Bye", I wave to them as I get into the car.

The earlier excitement has turned into nervousness. I don't know how this trip is going to be. Thi is my first time leaving the country. My first time being more than just a two hour flight away from my family and it has me chewing on the inside of my cheek the whole time Lex drives.

I watch the scenery shift from big, beautiful houses surrounded by trees to the hustle and bustle of rush hour-hour traffic. The tall buildings and streets bathed in a colourful array of the street lights and traffic lights as they dictate when to move and when to stop.

Lex's large hand holds onto mine and the action calms down my raging nerves. Even the slightest touch from him has a calming effect on me.

I turn my head away from the window where I was staring at the busy pedestrian life and focuscus my gaze on him. He looks so relaxed in his jeans and Nike sweater. The weather has been raining since yesterday afternoon, it brought with it a slight chill in the air.

As he drives I mentally trace his profile. The sharp nose, bushy but perfectly shaped eyebrows . His dark brown hair, it almost looks black like Gigi's raven locks. The recently trimmed beard that pushes him into total daddy mode.

Okay girl, you're venturing into uncharted territory.

Since our last almost sexual encounter I have been playing with the idea of how sex with Lex is going to be. I am very curious to see a side of him that he has surely displayed to other women.

I mean the man has Annabelle freaking Williams still fawning over him.

And you have Darren the Douche...

Ugh.

One thing I am certain of is that Darren doesn't hold a candle to the type of man Alexander is, romantically, physically, mentally, heck I haven't had sex with him yet but I denfitely know that even sexually.

The sight of a big gate pulls me out of my sex thoughts. There is a man at the entrance of the gate, him and Lex greet each other then he clicks on a remote that he holds to open the gate.

As we drive through the very large asphalt, surrounded by trimmed grass, I finally grasp where we are. This a hangar, where he keeps his jet. The very same jet that he insisted I take to visit my parents but I refused.

Funny enough, when mom invited him over, he also did not take the jet. On our way back we took a normal plane, and sat in business class of course.

Alexander does not fly in economy.

The car comes to a halt in front of a beautiful black jet. I am not exaggerating when I say this is the most gorgeous plane I have ever seen and I'm not even inside of it yet.

It screams power and money. It screams Alexander Cain.

Damn rich people and their money.

"I take it you like the view?", he asks as he stands outside next to my door which I didn't even notice him open. I didn't see him get out of the car, I'm too blinded and entranced by the sheer beauty of this plane.

I look at him and match his smirk, "You flashy bastard".

This brings forth that lovely deep chuckle of his. I've said it before and I'll say it again, that chuckle of his is as smooth as a hot knife cutting through butter.

A man dressed in a black cargo pants, combat boots and a North Face jacket walks over to us. Thankfully the rain is now a slight drizzle, even though the night is now at it's primal point of darkness, the lights around the place brighten it up.

From the inside of this hangar, the lights almost give off the illusion of daylight , only by looking through the giant door do you still see that it's night-time

.

""Carter", Lex greets the man. They do this man hug thing that I have seen most guys do.

From an onlooker's point of view, men always look awkward when they embrace each other. They remind me of uncoordinated children

"Alexander Hamilton Cain" the man, Carter says once they pull away from each other.

My ears perk up like a dog's at the middle name, "Hamilton?", my mouth runs off.

Carter pulls his gaze to me for the first time, I am taken aback by his eyes. They are so dark, almost black. It's like he is one of those possessed people in Supernatural. When their eyes turn black, but with Carter it's more like his pupil takes up the space of his whole iris.

Creepy.

"Carter, this is my girlfriend Rosalie", he says wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I melt at his touch.

"Right...I'm Carter, I basically run this place for this big goof you call your boyfriend". He shoots me a smile and I have got to say that despite his creepy eyes that remind of a chasm of death, this man has a nice smile. He is really good looking.

Why is Lex surrounded by beautiful people?

Carter looks at us. He basically analyses us and a grin appears on his face as he looks at Lex, his arms folded on his chest, "Aren't you a bit old for the boyfriend title Hamilton?",

I don't miss the smugness in his tone.

Oh?

So we're throwing age jokes...

"You have a lot of talk for someone who's the height of a fifth grader", Lex quips back.

I feel like I'm twelve years old again, at a school playground. Watching some poor kid about to get obliterated by some silly taunts.

Carter is only a few inches shorter than Lex but I can tell that his height is as sensitive to him as Alexander is about his age. They don't care about either of these things.

"Sugar daddy", Carter says not giving up.

"Leprechaun"

Even I have to admit that was a good comeback.

I decide to step in because if I don't this is going to go on for a long time, judging by the look on both faces of these men, "Okay boys, cut it out. Recess is over, wait for school to end".

This causes us to get into a fit of laughter. "I like you kid.", Carter says as he moves towards the Jet.

My earlier question still hangs in the air and I really don't want to let it go, so I ask again this time to Lex, "Alexander Hamilton?".

He chuckles as he opens the boot of the car to grab out luggage, "Carter saw Hamilton... the play and then one day decided that would be my middle name since he hates the one my dear father gave me".

Oh yeah... David is such a common name.

I watch them go in and out of the jet until there is no more luggage in the car, "So he just gave you that name", I say to him.

He shrugs with a small smile, "I kind of like it", I say with a smile of my own. "Have you seen the play?".

"Oddly, no I have not", he answers.

Well I better add that to the list of things we're going to watch. Right under Brokeback Mountain.

He was very tense about watching Fifty Shades Of Grey with me but he finally relented. It was so funny , I was mostly was just gauging his reaction to all the sex scenes.

In the end he came to the conclusion that the storyline was good but he hated the sexy scenes. I totally agree with him on that one. The sex was too cringey for me.

Stepping into the jet feels like being pushed into another dimension. I feel like I went through a wormhole and ended up in another world. I feel Lex's presence as he stands behind me, his hands gently massage my shoulders as he walks me forward.

Will I ever get used to this man's wealth?

This is the most expensive form of transportation I have ever set foot in. The interior is as gorgeous as the outside as it brings in the black. White leather seats with black tables that have a beautiful sheen.the sun bounces off the polished wood.

The rest of the cabin is lined with the same black polished wood and a couch lines up the one side of the interior.

The couches are so white I am scared that I might get it dirty just by looking at them.

"There's a bedroom right at the end of the cabin", he gestures towards the doors ahead at the end of the aisle. They are also made of dark wood as the tables.

I doubt if I'll be getting any sleep since I am back to buzzing from excitement and this overwhelming amount of nerves.

Anxiety makes it hard for my brain to shut down.

"All right, get settled. We have a long flight ahead of us", I turn to where the voice that doesn't sound like Carter is comes from.

A bald man appears from the cockpit. He is clad in a pilot's uniform. Green eyes meet mine and I feel the familiarity of the man in front of us. Bald, well-built physique, mafia slash sexy kidnapper vibes.

It suddenly clicks, he's the guy that delivered the shoes Lex bought for me when we celebrated our first month together.

"Sawyer, I believe you and Rose have already met".

Yes we have, briefly though. I've only ever heard him speak five words. Which is mainly why it is so hard for me to fully accept that this man who I thought was a very expensive bodyguard is also our pilot.

He smiles at me, "Miss Jones".

I nod at him, "Please call me Rosalie".

He sends me another polite smile before he diverts his attention to Lex, "Everything is all set. Just waiting on you".

Lex nods at him, "Great" .

After a very funny goodbye from Carter, we get settled. The chairs are really plushy and my butt feels like I am sitting on a giant marshmallow.

Once we're buckled up, the jet takes off.

***

Eleven hours on an airplane is no joke. I am glad to be on solid ground. My body is sore and despite sleeping in the bedroom in the jet, I still need more sleep.

Taking in a long deep breath I appreciate the fresh air that works its way into my lungs. I'm so happy to see an open space again. The jet was starting to get a little claustrophobic for me.

When we landed at the Charles de Gaulle Airport there was already a car waiting for us. I honestly felt like a government official when I passed all the normal people who had to go through customs.

That is one thing I am grateful to not do at an airport. The administration seems like a lot of work.

"We're here", Lex says from next to me, his voice startling me out of my thoughts. The drive from the airport was very calming and serene for me. And thankfully not too long.

I slip out after him after muttering a quick thank you to the guy who drove us here. I assumed we would be staying at a hotel, not this.

How did I not notice anything on the way here?

We're on a small hill in front of one of the most beautiful properties I have ever seen. The exterior is exposed red brick and a tall wooden roof. The walls are covered by vines from the plants that grow around it and next to it.

As Lex takes our luggage out of the car with the driver, I think his name is Anthony, I continue to gape at the raw beauty of this house. I feel like I've stepped back in time.

Back to a place where family mattered more than anything, where your place in society was not determined by how much followers you had on social media.

Oh what a time that was. I wish I was born then. I've always felt like I was born in the wrong era.

"Turn around", Lex says as he comes to stand next to me. I do as instructed and the view is so breathtaking. From where we are, we can see a major part of the city from a distance.

It's truly beautiful.

His arms wrap wound my waist as he gazes at the majesty of Paris with me. Leaning my head on his chest I also wrap my arms around his middle. The breeze hits us as we enjoy this moment together.

I have just arrived here and I already don't want this moment to end.

After a few minutes pass, we walk inside the house and the interior is so beautiful it almost makes me cry. White walls, pillars that hold up the high ceiling. The open plan design of the living room slash dining area that leads to a wonderful big kitchen.

My feet move of their own accord further into the house, the couches are an ivory color with throw blankets draped on the armrests. The polished wooden floors make the child in me want to glide on them with socks.

The kitchen cabinets are painted a stunning baby blue that pops out of the mainly white house. The countertops are covered with small square tiles that are a darker shade of blue. I love natural light and the wide windows are letting it flood into the house. Through them I see a garden with a table surrounded by chairs.

I can't wait to have my morning coffee there. With the sun bouncing off my skin and the birds chirping a beautiful work song.

"Say something".

I turn around and face Lex, who has been quietly observing me as I take in the house.

"It's beautiful, I love it", the smile on my face is permanently stuck. This is really such a gorgeous house.

He walks over to me and takes hold of my hand as he gently pulls me towards the wooden stairs to the right of the house, behind the kitchen cabinet. The dim light suddenly becomes bright again as daylight floods into the hallway through the windows that are basically a part of the wall.

Two dark wood doors await us at the end of the hallway. We pass two more doors and stand in front of them. "This is the main bedroom", he says before opening the doors to reveal a completely white room.

A king-sized bed dominates the middle of the room. Covered in a white duvet with a lot of pillows taking up space on the bed. I move towards the window which just like all of the others in the house take up a huge part of the wall. The opened window lets the breeze in as the white lace curtain flutters in whatever direction the wind dictates.

The Eiffel Tower seems so close yet so far. I can't believe this is the first thing I'll see (besides Lex) in the morning when I wake up.

"Come here", I beckon him towards me from where I stand near the window. He compies and is next to me in a few strides of his long legs.

Looking up at him, I feel the tears starting to cloud my vision. He looks down at me with an amused smile. "Thank you for this."

His smile morphes into a beautiful grin, "It's a pleasure".

My hand touches his cheek, well as far as I can reach up his face, "You've made a dream of mine come true. I'll never forget this Alexander".

It has been months since I've called him by his full name. He smiles at this and leans towards me. His face only an inch away from mine.

A sea of emotions swirls in his blue eyes as I look deeply into them as he looks into my brown pools, "You're my dream come true Rosalie Jones", he murmurs before capturing my lips in a passion filled kiss.

Our kisses have been becoming more and more passionate. They have become an outlet for all the words we can't say. They relay what our hearts feel.

"Are you ready to explore Paris?", he asks once we come up for air. That grin of his never leaving his face.

He is so handsome.

"Yes sir".

He wraps me up in a hug from behind as we stare at the beauty of the Eiffel Tower. Leaning my head back into his chest, I enjoy the feeling of his arms around me with only a single thought in my mind.