Song: I could get use to this By Becky Hill, WEISS

When I wake up the next morning he is no where around. I can't believe I let him take me like that. What the hell was I thinking, wait was I thinking? I roll over and on the pillow there is a note. 'Take a shower...meet me on deck.'  I can't help but smile.

And that is what I do. I find the shower off to the room in the master room. I climb in and let the water consume me. I think of his lips, his hands, his breath touching the edge of my skin. I wash my body and my hair and then get out and dry off. When I come back into the room, I find my dress from last night and put it back on.

Then I climb the steps up to the deck. He is there lounging in the seat. He sees me and jumps up to take my hand. "Come...I have breakfast all ready for you." And that smile of his just takes my breathe away.

I look down and there is a massive spread before my eyes. Eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, an assortment of fruits, bananas, strawberries, grapes and so much more. "What would you like to drink?"

I look at the table and see a thing of coffee, orange juice and a thing of milk. "Juice is fine." I watch as he pours me a glass and hands it to me. "I hope you don't think that I am going to eat all of this," I let out a soft smirk.

"No...I don't...I just didn't know what you might like."

"But I thought you knew what I liked," I tease him.

He smirks, "Please...help yourself."

"I thought you were going to wait on me hand and foot, be at my...what did you call it...my beckon and call." I sit down across from him and watch his face light up.

"I did say that, didn't I, tell me what do you want?" he says with a sparkle in his eye.

I giggle, "I'm just playing with you. I got this." I grab a spoon full of eggs and then two slices of the bacon and a piece of the toast. I pop a grape in my mouth while putting a few more on my plate. When I look up he is watching me with a smile. "So whose boat is this anyway?"

"It's a boat house and it's mine. Do you like it?"

I look around.  The place is actually quite beautiful. I snarl my nose up. "It's alright I guess; I figured you would have something a little bigger."

He smirks, "I actually have a yacht on the coast. I don't use it as much as I should, maybe I will show it to you one day. So did you sleep well?"

"Actually...I did, I was really tired last night, think someone worn me out." I smile up at him while taking a bite of the bacon and licking the grease off of my lips. I watch another smile form on his face.

"You up for it again. I mean I can go all day if you want."

I burst out laughing. I look down at the time on my phone. "Actually I need to be getting to work, maybe later."

"Call in...matter of fact why don't you just quit and come back to work for me."

I shoot him a playful glare. "Are you telling me what to do...Mr. Moretti?"

He runs his hands through his hair and looks back at me, shaking his head in amusement. "No ma'am. You better get ready for work or you will be late. Can I at least give you a ride home so that you can change, surely you don't want to go in wearing that."

I look down at the bridesmaid dress and shrug my shoulders, "What you don't think Mr. De La Fontaine will approve."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing you this way but I don't think I want him to see you this way. Besides I would just hate for you to ruin it." He reaches over and touches the bottom part of the dress.

"Is that so." I get up and walk over to him and straddle his lap. "You care that much about this dress?" I hold the dress up and let my eyes cast down upon it.

His hands hold on to my bottom as he pulls me closer into him. "Not really, I care about what's inside the dress."

"Uhm, so you now?" I giggle again.

So I let him take me home and I invite him in. He waits in the living room as I get dressed. He even drops me off at work, kissing me goodbye in the process. "I'll be back to pick you up alright."

"Alright...don't be late or I just might have to punish you." I say joking around. Just the thought of me punishing him brightens his eyes. Oh I seen that spark, naughty old man. I put the thought behind me and get out. He waits for me to be all the way in before leaving.

He is on time, waiting right outside the door for me. I get in and he leans over to kiss me. "How was your shift?"

"Tiring as usual but I love it. So where are you taking me?"

"Where ever you want to go il mio amore."

"What?" I look at him in confusion, did he just speak Italian to me.

"I said wherever you want to go," he leans into me and softlykisses my lips, "my love."

"Awe...I would like to go home but if you have plans we can do whatever."

He takes off down the road and to my surprise we end up at my apartment. "You said you wanted to come home, here you are." I get out and he walks with me to the door. I let him come in.

"I'm just going to jump in the shower, please make yourself comfortable. The remote should be on the coffee table alright."

"Alright."

When I come out he is in the kitchen playing around. He is cooking up something and when he sees me he stops. "Sorry I was going to surprise you; are you hungry?"

"Of course I am and you are cooking. I thought you always had people cook for you?"

"Actually, I started out cooking and wanted my own place. I just have so many and then when I added some of the clubs, I just couldn't do it all. So I hired really good chefs to take over. I love to cook?"

"Really now, I so can't wait to eat." I flash him a smile. When he is done cooking; he plates it and then sets it at the table in front of me.

"Enjoy."

"I'm sure I will this looks amazing." I take a bite and it taste just as good as it looks, maybe even better. "Oh! my, why would you give up on cooking?"

"Like I said...I don't have the time anymore."

"You should make time, hire someone to manage the places and you cook."

He looks over me with a grin. "Not a bad idea."

"Yeah...you could get Gabe to do it, then it will still be in the family. I mean since you have all these trust issues with people. At least that way you know he won't screw you over."

"Yeah, well Gabe has his own share of business to look after."

"Well then hire one of your friends. I don't know; I'm just saying if I loved to cook this much I wouldn't just give it up."

"You wouldn't?"

"Hell no." I get up and try to take my empty plate back to the kitchen but he reaches over and takes it from me.

"I got it." I watch him clean up the kitchen. I tried to help a few times but he keeps fusing at me and shooing me away. "I got this, go relax."

So I do. I curl up on the couch and start watching some show but then fall asleep.

Vincent:

While she is taking a shower, I decide to cook. She has got to be starving. I look through the fridge and gather the few things she has and make something out of it. When she comes out in just a long shirt, I am speechless. God she is so beautiful. I so can't believe she is actually mine. I ask her if she is hungry. She has the cutest little smile.

"Of course I am and you are cooking. I thought you always had people cook for you?" She teases.

"Actually, I started out cooking and wanted my own place. I just have so many and then when I added some of the clubs, I just couldn't do it all. So I hired really good chefs to take over. I love to cook?"

"Really now...I so can't wait to eat." She smiles wider, showing her teeth, there is also a little spark in her eye. I fix both of us a plate, just enough food to satisfy both of us. I tell her to enjoy the meal. "I'm sure I will this looks amazing." She takes a bite and looks up at me in amazement. "Oh! my...why would you give up on cooking?"

We get into this conversation about how I should be cooking and how I need to hire someone to manage my different businesses, but I don't trust anyone. I can't let anyone do the money and ordering because I love my money to much. She mentions Gabe, but that won't work. He already has too much on his plate and now that he is married that will take up the rest of his time.

"Well then hire one of your friends. I don't know; I'm just saying if I loved to cook this much I wouldn't just give it up." she says, while taking the last bite.

"You wouldn't?" I wonder if she would ever give it up. Not that I want her too. But what if it came down to that, would she?

"Hell no." She grabs her plate and starts to get up but I take it from her.

 I made the mess. I can clean it up. "I got it." I carry it to the kitchen sink along with my plate. I start to wash up the rest of the dishes. I have to tell her several times that I can do this.

Eventually she goes into the living room and flips through the channels. When I am done, I go in to sit by her however she is sound asleep. I pick her up and carry her to her bedroom. I even cover her up and then I stand there and watch her sleep. She looks so peaceful. I debate on if I should let her sleep alone or if I should just curl up with her during the night.

Ahh...fuck it! I take off my shoes and socks. I take off my shirt and then my pants but leave on my boxers. I climb in with her and pull her into me letting her fall asleep against my chest. I never thought I would find a girl that would make me feel the way that I feel about her. If you asked me a few years ago, I would have said hell no.

Women only want one thing, money. I have dated several girls in the past and once they find out that I do have lots of money they start asking for things...wanting more, cleaning me out. But not her. Hell she even gave me back the hundred that I had left her, which shocked the hell out of me. I knew she could use it and she still insisted that I made a mistake.

Before her, I wouldn't be sleeping overnight either. I try not to get attached to anyone, just knowing in the end I will get hurt or I will hurt them somehow. I like to do things a certain way and I want it done that way, but with her I don't know what it is. Before I even realize it, I'm sleeping too and it's the best sleep that I have had in years.