As I finished making breakfast, Olivia walked in from the pool, after her mid day swim that had included getting some pictures of Monaco.
"Do you want breakfast inside or outside?" I ask looking over at her.
"Outside it's pretty nice" she says before heading upstairs while I divide the food between us.
I then carry the plates outside and set them each on one of the mahogany weave sun chairs, that each had a cushion covering it.
A few moments later Olivia reappears in the wrap dress she wore earlier and I will admit that it's very fitting for Monaco.
"What's the plan for seeing Monaco?" she asks sitting down beside me.
"I'm going to drive you around this city, tomorrow night with everyone we will go to Monte Carlo Square, also you should actually look around our penthouse" I say.
"Sounds fun, also did you say our?" Olivia asks and I can see the smile on you face.
"Yes, I've told you before what is mine is yours"
"I thought you don't like sharing what's yours" she says quoting something I had said out of my possessive nature.
"That doesn't apply to my girlfriend, you just have to ask" I clarify with a signature small smile, though I know I've said this before.
"I bet there are people that think I'm in the same league of wealth as you" Olivia muses.
"Probably, but who knows maybe you will be one day" I suggest.
"I have no need or desire to be rich" Olivia says.
Where has she been for seventeen years.
"When I take over WGI you're entitled to a percentage of what the company makes a year" I state.
"Meaning?" Olivia asks nervously.
"By law you'd be a billionaire through entitled assets alone".
"Jesus Christ" she breathes, "I wouldn't know what to do with it".
"That's why I donate so much, and somehow I'm still one of the wealthiest people in the world".
Olivia just smirks at me and I can tell she's about to tease me.
"I guess your parents really did make sure you could never be broke".
"Apparently" I laugh, before finishing my food.
When Olivia finished her own breakfast, I pulled open a drawer, and scanned it until picking the key to my Pagani Zonda S, and pocketed it, before putting away the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, since I would admit I like everything to be presentable at all times.
"You ready to see Monaco bellissima?" I ask giving her a small smile.
"Yes" she says excitedly before we got into the elevator and were carried down to the garage.
When the doors open I let Olivia walk through the garage, while I watch her observe every car I own, and I can tell like my other car collections she's in awe.
"Which key do you have?" she asks looking back at me, and it's one of those moments I promise myself that I will love her and care for her for as long as I am able.
"Zonda S" I say taking out the key and unlocking the grey and exposed gloss carbon fibre car that is one of my favourites in my collection.
"For someone who only drives cars that are black or grey you have excellent choice for colour".
"I did spec your Porsche" I say as Olivia opens the passenger door.
"I won't deny that" she says as we slip into the car, and I start it.
I then pull up the ramp which like all of them has a storm drain that is slightly heated and flows out to the ocean. Before driving out onto the streets of Monte Carlo.
As I begin to navigate through Monaco.
"So first stop is going down to Boulevard Louis II" I say taking a corner, and speeding up.
As we wind our way through Monaco, you can see the groups of people taking videos and pictures of the cars on the street.
Eventually the ocean comes into view, and I round the final corner slowing to a stop to let people cross the road.
"Theres so many people in such a small area".
"Forty thousand daily, in one square mile"
"Its more then New York".
"Yeah it is" I confirm before I notice the last person.
"Hold onto something" I mutter.
"You don't have an 'oh shit' handle" Olivia says before using the dashboard for support, right before I floor it down the stretch towards a tunnel.
Rolling down the windows, the sound of the V12 engine behind us roars, reverberating from the tunnel, before I slow down as I don't want to get a ticket for doing sixty in a thirty.
"Everyone outside the tunnel just took a video of you doing that" Olivia says.
"People come to Monaco to either be videotaped, or to take videos".
"So this is a flashy rich person's haven".
"Something like that, theres also no tax here if you prove your a Monaco citizen, you also can't go into the Casino if you are".
"Are you a Monaco citizen".
"No, I'm a New Yorker like you, I don't spend enough time in my other homes outside the US to qualify".
"Yet you use all your houses" Olivia muses.
"Yes, and I spend most of my year in the Hamptons" I admit.
"You miss home don't you?" she says.
"It's your home too" I point out.
"I mean half my closet is in your mansion, and then you also got more made".
"I'm an artist Olivia, and I had a lot of time on my hands when no one is around".
"I mean you do have a lot of hobbies, piano, guitar, swimming, cooking, designing, reading, working out, you personally tend to your entire fleet of cars, collect art, your a very capable athlete, there's probably more I don't know".
"Nope, you got everything Livi" I say before we exit a tunnel. "Also any type of thing you want to see?".
"The highest point of Monaco, I can do the picture I wanted of you" Olivia says with a smile.
"Okay then we have a long drive" I muse, taking a round about exit, and heading towards Mont Agel.
Monaco traffic was always thick it's just how the city was, until of course I left the border, and entered France heading up into a residential area, and stopping.
"Right here in the road seems good" I mutter.
"You want me to take a picture of you leaning on your hood with your back to Monaco. Right here" she says, as I back up turning the car ninety degrees.
"Yes I do" I smile.
Putting the car in park I get out and walk to the front of the car and lean against it, considering I've done modelling before.
"You're the director girl what do you want me to do".
"Glasses on" she says, and I put my aviators on.
"Small smile, and make sure I can see the Patek".
"It suits me doesn't it" I say through my teeth, as she takes pictures.
"Yes it does now one foot on the hood".
"Ok" I say brushing off the bottom of my right shoe so that I don't scratch the carbon fibre.
"Tilt your head how with your elbows resting on your knees and your hand clasped".
Again I did as she said.
"Okay that all" Olivia says.
"You're taking one with me" I say.
"What am I going to use as a tripod".
I then got off my car and walked over to her before taking her phone, and balancing it on a rock face.
"That" I reply before sitting on one side of the hood and Olivia on the other with both of us looking at each other before her camera light went off.
I then get up and walk over to where the phone was and looked at the picture.
"Damn who's that beautiful girl?" I tease making her blush heavily.
"That's me" she says in a baby voice, and I just laugh.
"I'm keeping this picture it's the only one you can't post out of today's" I say.
"Why not?" Olivia asks.
"Because the moment's between us are ours, and as you mimicked me I don't like sharing, and this moment is one I don't want to share with anyone but you".
"You never cease to make me love you more".
"As do you".
"What do you like the most about me?" she asks looking up at me.
"Only if you'll answer in return" I muse, and she nods.
"You're selfless, and care about everyone, that's one of the reasons I'm glad I have you by my side" I say.
"How protective you are, but mostly that you treat me better then anyone else I've met".
"That's because things that are supposed to happen do, I have been a broken man, a criminal, an orphan, a guardian, a first love, and now I get to say that I've given away my heart to someone entirely, I will fight for the rest of my life to love you, to protect you, to be what you need. Because I know better then anyone that since the day I met you I was drawn to you, love isn't just a four letter word it's an indescribable thing that means I now love someone more then I loved anything else in my nearly eighteen years of life and that is you bellissima".
As I spoke I saw Olivia's smile grow and in her eyes I could see how happy I make her feel, and if that was all I do for the rest of my life I could live with that because I sure as hell could never live without her.
I wanted this chapter to not necessarily be about Monaco but about showing how these two have grown together, especially if you remember their thoughts about one another when meeting, also next chapter everyone ends up in Monaco, comment, vote and share. Anyways
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