Time really does fly when you're having fun. In my case it flew by so fast and I spent most of it wrapped in Alexander's warm arms. I knew that at some point we had to go back to reality and step out of our bubble.

He worked from home for two days ,because he did not want to be away from me for too long. I had to be firm with him and told him to focus on his multiple businesses. The man runs an entire enterprise yet he wants to spend his time at home with me.

I swear men are just big babies.

The weekend flew by too fast. My stomach is filled with dread, Gigi comes back home today. Yet here I am looking like someone kicked my dog. The sadness I am feeling overshadows my excitement to see my best friend who has been out of the country for two weeks.

Two weeks ago, I was a maid.

Two weeks ago, Alexander Cain was just a man I worked for.

And now two weeks later he is my boyfriend. My 39 year old, sexy billionaire boyfriend.

Boyfriend who is currently in the same emotional state that I am in as he drives me back to the apartment on this cold, rainy Sunday afternoon.

Even the weather is sad.

I'm a huge fan of rain. But today my excitement for it is gone. I am not enjoying my pluvilophelia.

I feel a warm hand cover mine as he places them on this thigh while he drives with one hand. Thank God this is an automatic.

We haven't spoken about my departure. I mean yes he did state that he is going to miss me but obviously we are going to see each other but the fact that it's not going to be as before sucks so much.

Look at me and my attachment issues. I have literal separation anxiety and we've only been together for a full three days.

It feels longer than that though. It feels like I have known Alexander for a long time, maybe even from a past life.

We finally get to the apartment and my sadness accelerates to a hundred real quick. Standing in the middle of our small apartment as he wraps his arms around me. My heart cracks as I feel his warmth radiate onto me.

"Are you going to be okay?", his deep voice vibrated from his chest and right into my bones.

I shake my head, "No, I'm worried about you".

His brows furrow in confusion, "Why are you worried about me?"

I look up his handsome face. I am really liking the stubble that is growing out. It adds a bit more character to him.

My hand holds his cheek as I feel the coarse hair on his face tickle my palm.

"Who's going to cook for you, do laundry, I have to ma-".

His lips crash onto mine to stop me from rambling. My eyes flutter closed as I give into the kiss, my lips moving in harmony with his.

His eyes stare deeply into mine once we pull away to catch a breath , "Baby, I am sixteen years older than you, don't worry I can take care of myself".

I roll my eyes at him. Did he really just pull the age card on me right now?

My phone rings in my back pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Bryce.

He went to go pick up Gigi at the airport. I text back an 'okay' and turn my attention back to the man in front of me.

"I better be leaving", he says.

A part of me. The childish and extremely clingy part of me wants to say 'NO' and wrap my body around him like tree vines but then I am also trying to keep my cool and not seem too desperate to have him next to me all the time.

He kisses me goodbye and walks out. I was going to walk him to his car, he refused and said it's cold and I should stay inside. I only get to walk him to the elevator.

I walk back into the apartment. My home for the past two years, which surprisingly now does not feel like home.

That's because your home is somewhere else. Your home is someone else.

My heart is moving too damn fast when it comes to this man. I partly blame it on my barely existing dating experience. I've just always met men who are idiots, especially guys my age. That's partly why I always preferred older men.

They come with maturity that you cannot get from college boys. They are more focused in life and they know what they want.

I just never thought that I would get to end up dating an older man. Let alone a man who's almost two decades older than me.

I am definitely not complaining though. I like the hand that life has dealt me with lately.

A text pulls me out of my mental banter.

My lips turn upward into a wide smile. A few seconds ago I was sulking and now these four words have uplifted my mood.

Bipolar much?

Nah, you've just got it bad.

The door flies open as Gigi topples in with her many luggage bags. Bryce walks in right behind her, as he drags her massive suitcase.

Did she have that much stuff when she left or did she buy more stuff in Paris?

I don't get to answer myself as she launches herself at me and tackles me onto the couch. I hus her back and I have to admit that as sad as I was about leaving Alexander, I am happy that my best friend's back.

"Girl, I have missed you so freaking much", she screams at me.

I laugh. "I know, I missed you too babe".

We hug once more and this time Bryce joins us as he piles on top of Gigi.

"You're crushing me. Get off", I push both of them off me. I love them but I cannot have my ribs breaking and puncturing a lung from their massive combined weight.

They get off and we help Gigi shove all her stuff in her room. She does not unpack, just like me.

Bryce orders some pizza and some burgers. We are going to die due to cholesterol one day.

Once the food arrives we relax on the couches and eat till we can't anymore. Listening to Gigi's stories about what happened over the past two weeks is a well needed distraction. We spend the night laughing at her rediculous work stories and the drama that has been circling Belle in Paris.

"Did you hear", she asks as she takes another bite of her pizza.

"Hear what?, I reply with a question of my own.

"That Belle and Alexander broke up". She deadpans.

Bryce almost chokes on his food, "Alexander, as in your boss?".

I nod at his question. I did not know that their breakup was already public knowledge.

News sure travels fast when you're the elite and famous.

"I heard about that", is the only answer I give her.

She looks at me and I can tell that she knows something is up with me. This woman knows me like she knows that back of her hand.

She dives back into her story and I know that she will grill me later on when Bryce is gone.

Alexander and I have not spoken about going public. I don't even think he wants people to know. He is a private man and I respect that. Plus if we ever do decide to announce our relationship then I have to make sure that Gigi is the first to know.

She would skin me alive and use my skin to cover our couches if she finds out at the same time as the rest of the world.

Bryce leaves at about midnight because he had to sleep and be fresh faced for work in the morning. Gigi and I throw away the trash and put away the remaining food.

Thankfully she does not ask me anything and we both retire to our beds as the grease from the food was making us sleepy.

I don't get a good night's rest. My stupid womb choses to have a full on third world war as cramps tear through my abdomen.

I wake up at 6am to finally go pee. I would have gotten up a while ago but I was trapped in my bed by abdominal cramps.

I am on my period.

The way my face contorts as I look at my now ruined sleep shorts and undies. According to the tracker on my phone, I am not supposed to have my period for the next four days.

Are those things even accurate?

I strip and get into the shower. The water warms up quickly and I let it soothe my aching back.

Satisfied with my level of cleanliness I get out the shower and quickly clean up my shorts and my precious undies. I walk back to my room and get a fresh pair of underwear, leggings and a tampon.

When I was younger I was scared of these things. I have heard a few horror stories about tampons that I swore off them for a while. Now I prefer them over a pad any day.

Once I am done, I go to the kitchen to make myself a cup of hot chocolate. Walking back to my room I snuggle into the covers and drink my hot beverage.

Winter is slowly creeping in and the days are getting colder.

A few hours later, the ringing of my phone wakes me up.

"Hello", I answer without looking at the caller Id.

"Rose, what's wrong?", Alexander asks.

How does he know something is wrong?

"Your voice tells me so" he says.

Did I think out loud?

"Yes you did", his chuckle makes its way to my ears. I miss seeing him smile.

"I got my period", I simply say to him.

"Anything I could do to help?".

I try to smile but it turns into a grimace as a painful contraction hits.

"If you can take away these cramps then that would be great", I moan into the phone as another hits.

"I'll see what I can do. I'll check on you later okay?".

"Okay".

He hangs up and I ball up my body into the fetal position. Before I went back to sleep I took some Ibuprofen but it is not working.

Life sucks when you're a female. Why must everything be painful?

At about lunch time Gigi comes into my room with a huge basket.

"Yo, some butler dude just dropped this off for you" she hawls the basket in and puts in on the bed.

I shift from my position and lean my back on the headboard. We tear through the plastic wrap and we both gasp at the contents it holds.

There's various types of chocolate. Expensive Swiss chocolate.

There's a tub of vanilla ice cream which brings a smile to my face as I remember the last time I had ice cream was when I shared a tub with Alexander.

Gummy bears, jelly beans, Turkish delight. There's various pastries and he even got me my favourite Copenhagen Buns.

There are also sunflowers, I have no idea how he knew those were my favourite.

"Are those tampons?", Gigi laughs at the Tampax box.

I join her laughter. And grab another item, "There's some Advil too. Lots of it."

"Who the hell sent you this stuff?" she takes a bit of some chocolate.

I take the card that is right next to the flowers.

I see his beautiful cursive handwriting. Does this dude do calligraphy, 'cause wow.

I put the card away before she sees it, as I answer her, "Miss June".

I lie. I lie to my best friend.

Why? I have no idea. Or maybe because I don't even know how to tell her that I am now dating Belle Walker's ex.

She sits with me as we devour the sweet treats and stream Netflix from my laptop. For dinner we have last night's leftovers.

Gigi retires to her room to do some work, while I do some light reading for this week's assignment. I have three tests to write in a few weeks so I have to get serious with my studying.

An incoming call from Alexander illuminates my phone screen.

"Do you like my gift?" he immediately asks when I answer the call.

A blush makes its way up my cheeks, "Yes, I do. Thank you".

"I'm glad I can help. I didn't forget anything did I?".

Well there is one thing I would like from him right now but he is far from me and even if I told him it's not like he can fly over here and give that to me.

"You left out cuddles. That's the most important thing". My mouth runs off.

I blame the alarming amount of pain tablets running through my veins right now.

"Oh, did I?"

"Yes sir you did. I need cuddles".

Okay I am a completely drugged up mess.

"Okay then", he says and then hangs up.

What the heck is that about?

A few minutes later a text comes in from him.

Alexander : open up.

Open up? He is outside our door right now?

As much as I think he is joking, I know that he is not. I close the laptop and move the books to my study table near the window.

I shuffle my feet to the door and open up. Alexander Cain is standing in our doorway. His hair is messed up like he has been running his fingers through it. He is wearing a black knitted cardigan over a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

A laugh escapes my lips as I stare at his feet. He is wearing black slippers on his sock clad feet.

"Don't laugh, I was in bed working", he defends himself but he can't help but join in on my laughter.

I shake my head at him, "You truly are an enigma Alexander Cain".

"Come in", I take his hand and pull him in. I lock the door and pull him towards my room.

He looks out of place against my white walls and plant vines going up in many directions. I love plants and I have a lot of them in my room.

I help him shrug off his cardigan and we slip into the bed. I am totally surprised at how we both fit. I always said this bed was small. I doubted its capabilities.

I'm sorry bed.

My whole self is excited to have him near me again. I snuggle onto his chest and sniff his cologne.

Now I feel at home.

His arms wrap around me as he looks at me, "Are you feeling better now?".

"Yes", I say as I pull his face towards me and crash my lips onto his.

This elicits a growl from him and it fuels my fire. We fight for dominance and I let him take over the kiss.

I feel too hot despite the cold weather. I can't even hear the heavy wind outside anymore. All of me is absorbed into this moment with this man.

We pull our away both heaving from the lack of air and from the obvious sexual tension between us.

As horny as I am right now I am not letting my damn period hormones tell me what to do. Besides we have not exactly spoken about sex yet. And it's way too early to be even thinking about that.

We spend most of the night snuggling with the occasional kissing in between .