"You okay?" Noah whispered.

I nodded, the phone still against my ear. "Can we talk when I get home?"

"But sweetie-" my mom started but my dad cut her off.

"We'll talk to her when she's here, Kelly, you go on, hun."

"Bye, Dad," I mumbled before hanging up, shoving the phone in my pocket.

"Everything all right?" he asked, squeezing my hand. I can't tell him, we're nowhere near that serious yet.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," I smiled, "Everything's okay."

He narrowed his eyes at me, leaning in till our noses touched, "Are you sure about that?" he asked. It's just better if I don't tell him, it's better that way. At least right now.

I held either side of his face gently, kissing him, "I'm sure." The elevator dinged open and we stepped out, stopping at our rooms.

"Are we going anywhere today?" he asked.

"I don't know, we could go somewhere tonight," I suggested.

"Casino?" he smirked.

"You plan on winning more money?" I lifted an eyebrow at him.

"You bet, wanna join me?"

"Okay, you want me to tell the others?"

He shook his head, "Just you and me," he winked. I looked at him in amusement. "You play Catwoman, I'll be your Batman," he smirked before kissing me.

"Is that a promise?" I smirked.

"It most certainly is. It's a date."

"First date at a casino? Wow," I chuckled.

"Hmm, how creative am I right?" he laughed.

"Very," I nodded.

"I'll come get you at six. We're going early, winning money, and then coming back for..." he trailed off.

"For?" I questioned, smiling.

"Cuddles." He pecked my lips before going into his room.

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I closed my eyes and grabbed a dress.

Yesss! Exactly the one I wanted.

Why didn't I just grab it, you ask? Because that's just how I am. It was a stunning satin emerald green dress with rhinestones and gems building up the strap. I quickly got dressed, leaving my hair down after I straightened it. Yes, I straightened it. I pulled on the good old silver heels, sprayed perfume on, grabbed my phone, keys, purse, and then took one final look around to make sure I grabbed everything.

There was a knock on my door so I went and got it and saw a gorgeously charming looking Noah, wearing a white button-up, sleeves rolled up, top buttons left open, his hair left in its natural bedhead state, black trousers, he looked stunning.

"You look stunning," we said together. I laughed while he sheepishly smiled at me. "You look really beautiful," he nodded before kissing me softly. "Shall we?" he smirked, holding his arm out for me to link mine in. I did and then we walked to the elevator which descended and took us to the lobby.

He pulled out his phone and asked for Mr. Jenkins and when he arrived, we got out and left. "Will you need me coming back to pick you up?" he asked as we filed out of the car.

"No, that's okay, we'll get a cab," I smiled. We went inside, the same way we did last time, heading to the same table we did last time, Noah once again trading $500 for chips.

"First pick my lady, how much are we putting in?" he asked.

"$50."

"$50?" he frowned.

"$50."

He shrugged before putting in merely $50. "Place your bets!" He looked at me expectantly while I eyed the board.

"Twenty-four."

"Twenty-four wins $800!" the dealer announced. It's earlier than usual so there are fewer people here, which means a little less money but people are bound to get competitive. Let's see what we win.

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I took my heels off as we stepped into the elevator. "What do you intend to do with $50,000?" he chuckled.

"Save half of it, spend half of it," I shrugged.

"You always spend half and save half of the money you earn?" he asked.

"Always," I chuckled, "My dad taught me to always have savings, and the only way I can stick to that, is if I know that my money is being saved and spent for my enjoyment. So with half, I get whatever I want, the other half I save."

"And how much would you say you've saved?"

"Have I got a gold digger on my hands?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

He laughed, "Just curious," he shrugged.

"I started saving when I was thirteen. So give or take um- $500,000."

"$500,000?!" He looked at me, eyes wide.

"What are you saving for?" he chuckled. I looked at him quizzically. "If you're saving with such determination and you're so dedicated to it, it has to be a dream since the beginning."

I cleared my throat. It's a little embarrassing to be saving for this since the age of thirteen. "I've been saving for my wedding. Whenever that happens," I shrugged.

"Your wedding?" His eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Do not make fun of me! When I was little, I wanted a huge wedding. I mean, a huge wedding. So, I started saving from my pocket money, any money my relatives would give, any money at all. Even change."

"And now what happened to the huge wedding dream?" he questioned.

"It shrunk. I don't want a huge wedding. I want it to be small, only with important people there, people important to me and whoever I marry. I don't want a big reception either."

"So now where are the savings headed?"

"To my honeymoon," I shrugged.

"Which will be where?" I turned to him. "I'm sure you know in your head," he laughed.

"I don't, actually. The honeymoon will be long and if the wedding and reception are according to me, for my comfort, then shouldn't my husband be choosing the location?" I asked.

"Hmm, I choose Greece." I looked at him quizzically. "What? You just said your husband chooses."

"And that's you?" I chuckled.

"Duh," he shrugged.

"Okay," I laughed. The elevator dinged open and we stepped out, heading to our rooms.

"Can I change and then come in there?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," I nodded while opening my door. He gave my hand a squeeze before going into his room. I stepped into mine and tossed the heels aside, pulled my earrings out, threw my hair up in a bun, and grabbed my pajamas. I set them on the bed before going into the bathroom where I grabbed my makeup wipes and started taking my makeup off. As I tossed the wipe in the bin, Noah knocked on my door.

"Hey." I stepped aside and let him. "I'm going to change, I'll be right back," I said while grabbing my pajamas. I went and changed and washed my face before coming back out while letting my hair down.

He lay in my bed, skimming through TV channels. I climbed in bed beside him and rested my head on his chest. "What are we looking for?" I asked.

"Something that we can actually sit through and watch while we eat room service," he chuckled while running his fingers through my hair.

"Yeah, can we order? I'm hungry," I said, leaning over him and grabbing the phone. I held it out for him to take but he wouldn't take it, he just pressed the button for room service. He pulled me on top of him but instead of lying down, I sat up and straddled him.

He smirked while I spoke into the phone, placing the order. He poked my stomach in between and I resisted a scream and kept talking, grabbing his hand. "Thank you," I said before leaning forward and putting the phone back down. "Why do you do that? It actually hurts," I whined, clutching my stomach.

"It does not hurt," he scoffed.

"You're jabbing your fingers in me," I deadpanned.

"I'm tickling you, I can do that without poking too," he shrugged. I rolled my eyes before turning around and looking at the TV. "You're not gonna find anything on there," I mumbled, "Oh, wait! They have Disney Channel!" I exclaimed, grabbing the remote from his hand and going back to Disney.

"Bella?" he asked, his hands resting at my waist, his fingers drumming against my skin under my shirt.

"Yeah?" I turned to him.

"Are you sure everything is okay? I mean, when your dad called you kind of..." he trailed off.

"Yeah, no, everything is okay," I laughed.

He didn't seem convinced. At all. In fact, he seemed worried. "Is it family stuff?"

"No, it's not, I promise. Just um- Jesus," I mumbled, scratching my head.

"You can tell me, you know. You don't have to if you don't want to, but you can if you do," he shrugged.

"It's just some stuff about um- about college."

"Berkley?" he asked knowingly and I nodded, confirming his doubts. "Did they write back?"

"I don't know," I lied, "There was a letter in the mail, my parents were asking to open it."

"And you said no?"

I nodded again. "I just wanna see it myself first, I haven't told them about the whole uh- not wanting to go thing."

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