The Chateau always looked grand during events.

I stood at the bar waiting for my drinks and popped a few peanuts into my mouth.

I picked up a napkin and wiped my hands.

"Whoa, who is that?" the man next to me asked of his friend, "That's the sort of talent I came here for."

I turned my head in the direction that they were looking.

Both men were looking at the entrance to the grand hall. There stood, in the middle of the open doors, dressed in a ravishing red dress, Rosalie Darling.

"That's Rosalie Darling," the first man's friend said, "She's the top wedding planner in town; maybe the whole state."

Rosalie looked around the room, still standing at the entrance, marveling at the magnificence of it all. Then, she glanced around, smiling at the people she knew.

"Oh, she's a darling, alright," the man next to me, nodded, sipping his scotch.

"Yeah, no way you're getting anywhere near her," the other man told him, laughing.

"Why?" the first man, with dark blonde hair asked.

"Let's just say, rumour has it that she's got standards and you definitely don't meet them," his friend said and they both laughed and walked off, their gazes lingering on Rosalie.

I looked back at her. She was admiring the room, as she so often tended to do on entry to a new place. She was wearing a sparkly red dress, which was off the shoulder and highlighted her clavicle. The dress had a slit that ran to the ground from her mid-thigh, exposing her skin. Her hair was loose and cascaded down her shoulders. It was fitted to her form, showing off her curves and slim waist. There was no trace of artificial colour on her face, just her natural blush, save for the deep burgundy stain on her lips.

She was a thing of beauty.

She was the belle of the ball.

All eyes were on her as she smiled.

I had made a promise to myself that I wouldn't lose it, no matter how good Rosalie looked tonight because she wanted to keep what we had private for now. Seeing her, standing there, being admired by everyone in the room, made the feelings that I had for her, rush back to the surface, making me catch my breath at her beauty. My heart raced at the thought of her and I just wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked

I watched as she crossed the room and made her way over to some of the design tycoons in the city. They welcomed her happily into their conversations, commenting about her appearance, making her glance at the floor and blush.

She listened to their conversations and smiled at them and laughed when something funny was said.

I wanted to go over to the singer, grab the microphone from her and tell everyone that Rosalie was mine, but I wanted to respect her wishes, so I said nothing.

I watched her friend spill wine on to her.

Rosalie brushed it off and I watched her walk away in the direction of the bathroom, taking my heart with her.

In that moment, when she left, I decided what I would ask of her.

A few moments later, I saw that she had returned and that she was sipping a drink.

Unintentionally, I was drawn there and before I could even think, I was standing behind her.

"I wouldn't drink too much if I were you," I said.

She turned, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. She was the picture of beauty. Her expression seemed worried, but she smiled when she saw me, no hesitations or reservations.

"A virgin mojito," she told me, regarding what she had ordered, "I'm not really much of a drinker."

"I should hope not," I said, leaning against the counter, "Not with your low tolerance levels."

Even though there was a trace of worry on her face, Rosalie giggled, softly. I stared at her.

"You look lovely," I told her.

She smiled at me. "I rather like your suit," she commented.

"A friend of mine picked it out," I joked, without thinking.

Rosalie gave me a small smile. "You look nice," she said.

"Here you go, ma'am," the bartender said to her, sliding a tall glass with lime and mint in it.

I walked over to where Rosalie was standing, but kept my eyes on the bartender.

"On the third floor, if you turn left and walk down the hall, you come to a short passageway," I whispered to Rosalie, who stiffened as my breath met her skin. I could see the goosebumps forming. "Turn left there and at the end of the hallway, there will be a room. Meet me there in fifteen minutes."

I turned on my heel and walked out of the room.

I headed straight for the room I had told her to meet me in.

I sat alone, perched on the edge of a table, my hands gripping the edge, in dim lighting, staring at the door.

A lifetime later, I saw the knob turn and Rosalie stepped in. The room seemed better with her in it.

My heartbeat sped up even more, seeing her so close to me and I could barely speak. I watched her shut the door and stand there.

I stood up to his full height and slowly, went towards her. When she realized that I was advancing, Rosalie faltered and stepped backed up against the door, staring at me, blinking her big eyes at me.

My eyes didn't leave hers as I walked to the door and locked it. I turned to her. My back was against the door and she faced me.

"I'm so glad you came, Rosalie" I said, softly.

Biting her lip, she took a step back, faltering under my gaze.

Rosalie took a shaky breath. "You are?"

"Mmm," I murmured, the sound echoing from deep within me.

She swallowed, nervously.

"Aiden, I need to tell you what happened," she said.

I frowned. "What happened?"

"Caroline."

My body emptied itself of the wonderful thoughts that had been engulfing it and I was suddenly filled with dread.

"What did she do?" I asked, angry. I felt my fists tighten, "What did she do to you?"

Rosalie shook her head. "Nothing. She didn't do anything. She came to the bathroom while I was in there."

I took a few steps towards her. "What did she say?"

Rosalie sighed. "She said a lot of things. She told me that you and her were in love."

I scoffed. "You've got to believe that's not true."

"She told me that you picked the engagement ring."

I laughed.

"She said you picked it because it's her birthstone," Rosalie told me.

I was still laughing at the absurdity of me loving her and picking the engagement ring. "I don't even know what her birthstone is."

"She was born in March, which means her birthstone is an Aquamarine," Rosalie told me, "Look, Aiden, that's not what bothered me."

Rosalie suddenly looked very worried, but even then, she was beautiful.

"She told me that I'd rue the day that I tried to cross her," Rosalie said.

I went over to her and took her hands in mine. "Rosalie, I want you to listen to me very carefully."

She blinked up at me.

"I won't let Caroline do anything to you. Do you understand? I will make sure that nothing happens to you, I promise you that," I told her, "Rosalie, I will protect you, no matter what the cost."

She bit her lip, worriedly. It was adorable.

"I don't know, Aiden. I don't know what she'll do," Rosalie said.

"Rosalie, I know you're worried about your job," I told her, "But I need you to know this. I have way more power in this town that Caroline can even dream of. I will make sure that you can keep planning all the weddings you want until you die!"

She giggled at that. "Until I die? Can't I retire?"

"If you like, you can. If you want to keep pursuing your dream of giving people the wedding they want, you can do it till you die. Anything you want, my darling, I'll make sure you have it," I promised.

Rosalie gave me a smile and even in the dim lighting, I knew that she was blushing.

She sighed heavily. "I guess that makes me feel better," she said.

"Good."

"Aiden, why did you want me to come?" she asked, her voice coming out small and shaky.

My eyes traveled down the length of her body and then back up to meet her eyes. "I just had to be near you," I breathed.

She inhaled sharply.

"Isn't this risky, Aiden?" she asked.

"Oh, very," I smirked.

"We could get caught," she said to me and I nodded, looking at her intently, longingly.

A slow smirk spread across her face. "We could get caught," she breathed, feeling the excitement like a teenager and I smiled back at her.

I ran a single finger up her arm, making her shiver and exhale a shaky breath. I smirked to myself, proud of how I affected her. Slowly, I slid both my hands on to her waist and held her tightly.

She exhaled again and bit down on her lip.

Instantly, I grabbed her waist tightly and lifted her on to the table, making her gasp with the sudden motion and grab my arms. My smirk deepened when I heard the sound that emanated from her mouth. Rosalie felt my arms and squeezed, holding on to me tightly.

"My God, Rosalie, if you don't look absolutely breathtaking in that dress," I breathed, holding her by the thighs and gazing at her admiringly, from top to bottom.

"And you look as handsome as ever," she said, breathlessly, grabbing my shoulders tightly in her fingers.

I stared at her and pulled me towards me, standing between her legs as she sat on the large mahogany desk in the room.

"How do you know about this room?" she asked, trying to make conversation, in vain.

"I like to get away from the crowd sometimes," I answered, staring at her inviting, soft lips.

All I wanted to do was to press my lips to hers.

We just stood on the precipice of everything, holding ourselves back. I didn't understand why she was teasing me like this, but I need it to stop.

"I'm going to kiss you, Rosalie," I said, firmly, running one hand up her side and cupping her face.

"Kiss me," Rosalie sighed and I pressed my lips to hers and she melted into my embrace.

I kissed her, hungrily and she kissed back, eagerly, forgetting everything else in the world, just wanting his touch. I let my hands roam around her body and her fingers tangled into my hair.

I moved from her mouth to her jaw and she tilted her head back for me to get better access and I kissed her neck, making a moan escape from her lips. A low, enthusiastic growl emanated from deep within me, vibrating me. I know she felt it, too. I kissed a trail all the way down to her low neckline, making her gasp and pant and moan.

The sounds that came from her only encouraged me and spurred me on; they told me to keep doing what I was doing to make sure she kept making those sounds. I stopped for breath, both of us panting, and gazed down at her.

I smirked. "Unfortunately, Rosalie, as beautiful as you look in that dress, it is required that I take it off."

An anticipant gasp escaped her. All I wanted to do was touch her skin. Everywhere she touched me, seared her fingerprints there. They told the world that I belonged to Rosalie and only to Rosalie. I caressed her thigh that was exposed thanks to the slit in her dress. She exhaled deeply.

She reached up and slowly, undid my bowtie, and I smirked. Rosalie smiled at me, coyly, playfully, seductively.

I kissed her again, on her neck and on her chest and she reached out and undid the buttons on my suit coat and pushed it off my shoulders. It fell to the ground with a soft thud.

She was leaning back against the table and I leaned over her, touching all exposed skin I could find. I found the zip at the back of her dress and unzipped it, slowly, as I pulled her off the table, carrying me.

Rosalie came to me, easily.

I carried her until her back, bare due to the opened zip, touched a wall and I pressed her softly against it.

She sighed, pleasurably.

She threw her hands around my neck and tangled her fingers in my hair, letting me kiss her neck and shoulders.

"God, Rosalie," I growled.

Soft moans kept escaping her lips.

She began to pull his shirt up and undo the buttons on my shirt, one by one and push it open so that she could run her dainty fingertips over my skin. It drove me mad.

I pulled her away from the wall and walked to the desk, never taking my lips off hers and laid her down on the desk. She pushed the shirt off of me and ran her fingers down the center of my chest. I watched as she expectantly bit her lip. She probably didn't know the effect that she had on me.

I positioned myself in between her legs and she looked up at me, her eyes blinking, telling me to come to her. I slid my fingers through the shoulder straps of her dress and pulled it down, slowly, exposing the bareness of her chest, but never taking my eyes off of hers.

After I was done, stood back and admired her; all Rosalie's exposed skin. She was an absolute thing of beauty. I wanted to just look at her and memorize her skin. I wanted to map out every single freckle and birthmark on her skin and read the stories it told me.

I slowly lowered my head and kissed a single trail up the middle of her body, to her chest to her neck and kissed her again, pulling her to me, our bare torsos touching, making my insides ache. Rosalie moaned as my lips touched the warm skin of her chest.

"You're mine," I breathed, panting.

"I'm yours," she sighed, breathlessly.

*

I hope you guys are enjoying the changes to the story.

The whole story will be up, hopefully by tomorrow.