Alright so longest chapter I've ever written.
So this chapter's a bit smutzy and they're acting very classic honeymoon couple. I don't plan on this being the norm way they act, but Alek is supposed to be wooing the crap outta her because remember he didn't know she liked him until the last chapter and all of this was pre-arranged.
So the finale was kind of insane. Still trying to decide if I like it. Of course I'm pissed that Jasmine might die. If they kill her I will be FURIOUS! Brian's death was unexpected, and I'm not sure I liked it. It was too simple. Plus Chloe's going to be racked with guilt. I mean she felt awful about Xavier and she didn't even know. This time she did, and she still ended up killing him. I guess Alek was right. Someone did get hurt. Both of them. But did anyone else think she wasn't all that upset by his death. She was barely crying when Amy and Paul came in. And all she said was "He's dead." Like you just killed the love of your life, and she's a but nonchalant about it...Just seemed odd.
Anyway, the finale left me with about a billion ideas for stories, so that's good. Unfortunately I'm now working quite a bit, and school starts next week.
I think I may be able to crank out another chapter, although I think it will be for road trip.
Please give me ideas on Sacrifice and Whole Lotta White as to what you want to happen because I'm hitting some hard core writer's block. And I'm serious. Last time I asked this, I got no responses. If I don't get suggestions, you guys don't get chapters. So lemme know!
Chloe pulled away, hating to end the kiss, but if things went as planned, she would be able to kiss those tender lips for more than just today.
"Don't think this counts as a date." Chloe grinned.
"So I should cancel the mariachi band?" Alek joked.
"Haha." Chloe took a deep breath, and asked a question she had been worrying about. "I'm not crazy to think that you... would want to…" Chloe trailed off embarrassed.
"Date you? Is that what you think this is?" He asked jokingly.
"It's not stupid." She muttered, wiggling out of his grip.
Alek grabbed her wrist, before she could get too far. "I know, Chloe." He said looking deeply into her eyes. "It's just… This isn't easy for me. This isn't exactly how I planned it." He said, looking away from her.
"You mean, you didn't mean to kiss me?" Chloe asked. Chloe kept feeling like it was too good to be true.
Alek turned sharply back to her, "No! The kiss was…" Alek trailed off, deep in memory. He wanted to take her back into his arms and show her exactly what it had meant to him. "The kiss was great. I just hadn't meant to blurt it out like that. I had had a plan. Sure, I almost backed out, but still. I had prepared. It was supposed to be perfect." Alek rambled, not very good at explaining his feelings.
It was Chloe's turn to look into his eyes. She stepped to his left, so she could look into his wandering eyes. He refused to look at her, turning his head to the other side. She stepped closer to him, turning his cheek towards her, so he was forced to look at her. "It was perfect. It was spontaneous and honest, and I will remember it for the rest of my life. Lives." She smiled at him.
Alek grinned, leaning in. "I'm better at doing this." And with that, he pulled her closer to him, and grabbed her mouth with his own. Alek could feel Chloe grinning against his mouth. He could have kissed her forever, but they were interrupted, by music?
"You didn't really order a mariachi band, did you?" Chloe asked, pulling away.
Alek laughed. "No." He looked down at his watch. "Shit." He swore.
"What?" Chloe asked, worried.
"We're going to be late. C'mon." Alek grabbed her hand, and pulled her towards the car.
"The stuff?" Chloe asked, giggling, pointing to the blanket at their feet.
"Oh right." Alek started packing everything in the bag. When he got everything together, he once again grabbed her hand, and pulled her to the car.
Chloe was filled with glee. She couldn't contain herself, giggling as Alek rushed to her to the car. "Where are we going?" She asked between laughs.
Alek stopped abruptly, turning to her. "You'll find out." He wiggled his eyebrows.
As they were driving, Alek kept looking over at Chloe, an anxious look in his eye.
"What?" She finally asked, self-conscious. "Do I have something on my face or something?"
Alek took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Chloe laughed. Alek was acting odd.
"For back there. You shouldn't have seen that. It wasn't very romantic. I just- it's not how I planned." He sighed.
"Alek." She scolded, "When have you ever planned a day in your life? You're Mr. Spontaneous. Mr. Knock-on-my-window-at-3AM. Stop worrying."
"Really?" He asked.
"Really." She confirmed. "You're not nervous around a girl, are you CB?" She asked, using his nickname. How could Alek Petrov be nervous? He had girls swarming all around him.
"Only around you." He mumbled, but she heard him perfectly well.
"Don't be." She said. "As long as I'm with you, everything will be perfect, I'm sure of it."
"You give me too much credit." He said, pulling into a parking garage in SF's shopping district.
"We're stopping?" She asked, looking curiously at Alek. "Alright, Mr. Petrov, spill."
Alek only chuckled and got out of the car. He quickly crossed over and opened her door. Chloe sat there with her arms crossed, her seatbelt on, refusing to move. "I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me where we're going."
"Really, Chloe?" He asked, laughing. "Can't you just let me show you? You don't have to worry. It's not like I'm going to take you to my lair and rape you."
Chloe just stared at him, challenging. "No, you're not because I'd fight you, and you wouldn't want your pretty little face covered in claw marks. But I'm still not going."
"Don't make me do this." He taunted, a smirk appearing on his face.
"Do what?" She asked, immediately regretting it as he swiftly reached over, unbuckled her seatbelt and swung her over his shoulder. "Alek!" She yelled.
"You chose the hard way." Alek chuckled.
"No, I chose my way, you just didn't listen." She said, not really fighting him, but not really happy either. "Stupid Mai speed."
He let her fall a little bit, smoothly wrapping his arms around her legs, leaving her in a cradle in his arms, bridal style. Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck naturally.
"If I let you down will you run off?" He asked reaching the opening of the parking garage. He worried people might actually think he was kidnapping her, the way she was glaring at him.
"Maybe." Chloe said. She looked up at him. His eyes pleaded with her. He looked like a puppy dog – kitty cat? She couldn't say no to that. She sighed. "Fine."
Alek grinned setting her down. No sooner than he had, she started asking him again. "Where are we going?"
Alek stopped. "No where." He answered. "We're here."
"You're taking me to a sidewalk on Market Street?" She asked.
"No." he sighed. "I'm taking you here." He gestured to the store next to him.
Chloe gasped. "Barney's?" She breathed. She turned to him, a look of confusion filling her beautiful features. "Why are we here? You know I can't afford anything here."
"Well, it's a good think I'm paying." He smiled at her.
"No. I- I can't." She said. She couldn't just let him pay for her. Her mother did not raise her that way. As much as she had always dreamed of shopping there, she couldn't take his money.
"You can, and you will." Alek said. Chloe opened her mouth to argue. "No. No buts. I'm paying and you will like it. Let me do this for the woman I love." He said. Chloe couldn't help but melt. "Besides, I'd like to take you out tonight, and you'll need something to wear, that is if you let me." He said sheepishly.
"Alek Petrov, are you asking me out on a date?" She smiled.
"Only if you say yes. If you say no, then Jasmine'll take you." She looked confused. "I already bought the tickets." He admitted.
"Well of course I'll go. I do love you, after all."
"You do?" Alek asked.
"Of course, silly." She looked at him like he was insane.
"It's just… you never said… I just didn't expect…" He stammered.
"I thought it was obvious." Chloe said. Turning back at him, she looked deep into his chocolate brown eyes. "I love you, Alek Petrov." Chloe pecked him on the lips, and then tuned back to the store, tugging on the door. There would be plenty of time to kiss him. She wanted to fulfill her lifelong dream of shopping at Barney's.
Chloe frowned. "It's locked." She looked at the sign. "Alek. It doesn't open until 11." She pouted. It was only 9.
"I know. That's why you have only two hours to pick out a dress." He said, rapping on the glass.
A saleswoman came to the door. Chloe thought she was going to tell them it was closed, but instead she unlocked the doors. "Come in." She ushered, "Alek." She acknowledged, nodding a greeting at him.
"Kaitlin." He greeted.
"And you must be Chloe." She turned towards the blonde. "The lucky girl."
Chloe turned to Alek. "How did you do this?" She asked, amazed.
Alek only smirked and shrugged. "I have my ways."
Kaitlin introduced herself, and told them to let her know if they needed help. Alek had previously requested to be left alone.
"So." Alek said, "A dress?" He suggested, leading her up the escalator to their dress floor.
"I could've just worn something I already owned. You didn't need to do this." She sounded like she didn't want to do this, but Alek knew better. Her eyes were brimming with excitement.
"Yes, but you'll need something a bit nicer, tonight." He said, leading her to the most elegant dresses.
She gasped. "Where are you taking me?" Her eyes were shining.
"It's a secret." He put his fingers to his lips in the universal sign for 'be quiet.'
"I love you, Alek Petrov." She said, kissing him passionately on the lips.
Alek was the one to break the kiss this time. "And I love you. But we only have two hours to scour the store before it's opened to the public. I've been here with Jasmine, and it's taken her much longer. I would have reserved more time, but then breakfast wouldn't have happened."
"Mmm. Yes. We wouldn't want to have to shop with mere plebeians." Chloe rolled her eyes, already rooting through dresses. "Plus, breakfast was too wonderful to pass up." She said, smiling at Alek across a rack of gorgeous dresses.
"Just point to a dress, and they'll put it in a room for you. Alek Petrov alwaysgets the best service." Alek smirked his cocky smile.
"Great. But does Alek Petrov have to talk in third person?" She asked, playfully hip-checking him.
Alek grabbed her waist before she could stop him. "Only when he wants to impress a girl." He whispered in his ear. Chloe shivered.
Alek pulled out two long, shimmering dresses. "What about these?" He asked.
Chloe scrunched up her nose. "Exactly how fancy is this shindig?" She questioned him. She had been looking at much plainer dresses.
Alek looked at his feet, avoiding her gaze. "Think red carpet."
Chloe's jaw dropped. "What are you, taking me to the Grammy's or something? They're tonight aren't they?" She joked.
Alek looked away.
"No." Chloe said in shock. "You're not! Alek Petrov, the Grammy's!" She yelled.
"We can not go, if you don't want." He said sheepishly, thinking she was furious.
"Are you kidding me! Of course we are going!" She shouted jumping in his arms. Alek dropped the dresses, catching her. A sales girl came swiftly to pick up the dropped dresses. Any salesgirl would be furious at dropping the thousands of dollar dresses on the floor, but Alek was a special customer. Many of the new salesgirls thought he was some sort of son of a Russian arms dealer, based on the last name, but in truth, the Mai were doing well. His parents had done especially well, and their money had been left to him. Valentina controlled it, technically, until he was 18, but she trusted him enough to do with it as he pleased.
"I'm glad you like it." He grinned. He hadn't been sure how she would react. He had figured if she had hated it, then they could just ditch, but he was glad it wasn't a waste of money.
"I knew I hadn't been crazy when I had seen you on the best dressed list."
"Yeah…they keep thinking I'm some sort of celebrity." He smiled his devilish grin. "It's because I'm so good looking." He set Chloe down.
Instead of her usual response Chloe only said, "I'm not complaining." Which caused Alek to blush a bright red. "You're blushing!" She said, laughing at him.
"I am not." He muttered, going back to looking through dresses.
They shopped for a while, Chloe seeing beautiful dresses everywhere, but knowing that none of them was "the one." She knew she would know it when she spotted it. She was interrupted her browsing by an excited shout.
"Chloe!" Alek yelled. "Come over here."
Chloe made her way over to where Alek was standing. She stopped when she saw it: A sea green Oscar de la Renta stood in front of her. It was flowy, and one-shoulder, and beautiful. It was perfect.
"You would look absolutely ethereal in this." Alek breathed, imagining Chloe in the dress.
"That's it. That's the one." She sighed, in love with it.
"Perfect." Kaitlin seemed to appear out of nowhere, pulling out her size.
Chloe headed to the dressing room. She put it on and gasped. She poked her head out of the dressing room, seeing Alek lounging on a sleek white couch in front of her. "Alek, I can't let you pay for this." She said, having finally seen the price tag.
"Sure you can." He only responded.
Chloe stepped out, fully in front of him. He only stared. He was right. She did look ethereal.
"It's an Oscar. I should have known. Alek it's too much." She frowned. She loved the way it felt and looked, but she couldn't let him spend that kind of money on her.
"You are getting that dress." He said, lust in his eyes. "You already love it. I can see that. And plus, I already love it on you." He said, walking up to her, and twirling her around. He dipped her, and she gave a little yelp and giggled.
"I suppose…" She said, giving in quickly. She had fallen in love with the dress.
Alek grinned, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and whispered in her ear. "Why don't you go back in there and change." He smirked. "Unless you want my help undressing?" He raised his eyebrows in suggestion.
She only swatted him away, and returned to the dressing room.
"Kaitlin will help you find some shoes when you get out." He called into the dressing room. "I'm going to look around."
"'Kay." She called back in response.
He turned to Kaitlin, "Don't let her see any of the prices on the shoes." He whispered.
"I heard that." Chloe called. Stupid Mai hearing.
Alek had traveled to the jewelry floor. He wanted to pick out her jewelry. If she saw the prices of what he wanted to get for her, she would throw a hissy fit. Diamonds weren't inexpensive.
He browsed before deciding on a necklace and earrings. He hoped she would wear his cuff with her gown. He chose two other items, and gave them to the lady assisting him.
"Can you wrap these up? I don't want her to see them." He asked. He couldn't help himself; he had picked out some things to give to her later.
He stood behind her, sneaking up. She was avidly chatting with Kaitlin about shoes.
"If I were an assassin…" He trailed off, kissing her neck. He wrapped the simple diamond necklace around her neck.
She looked down, touching it lightly. She sighed. "It's perfect, Alek."
He showed her a pair of lapis and white sapphire earrings. "What do you think?" He asked her.
"They're perfect. And they'll go with the shoes!" She said, holding up her leg. Her foot was glad in a beautiful midnight blue, suede pump.
"Wonderful." He said, a bit speechless. The shoes made her legs seem like they went on forever.
Chloe bit her lip. "They're Louboutins." She said, clearly worried about the price.
"Chloe." He said seriously, "We are getting you those shoes." She opened her mouth to argue, "Not for you. For me." He smirked leaning in. "You look so sexy," he whispered his teeth grazing her earlobe.
Chloe shivered. Alek loved the effect he had on her. He would never have imagined he could make her flustered. She always had a witty comeback, but it made making her speechless that more appealing.
"And did you choose a purse?" He asked. She held up a classic Chanel quilted clutch.
"Great. I think we're all set then." He said, holding his hand out as they stood up.
"Where are we off to next?" Chloe asked.
"The airport." Alek responded.
"The airport? You are kidnapping me." She joked. "Why the airport?" She asked, curiosity peaked.
"Well how else are we going to get to L.A. in time to watch the Grammy's?"
"Oh." She said, looking out the window. "Wait aren't we going the wrong way?" She asked. "The airport's behind us."
"Not the one we are going to." He chuckled. "It's private."
"Alek Petrov, you have your own damn plane?" She asked shocked.
"Well, technically it's Valentina's, but yes." He said. "She uses it a lot for business."
Just then, Chloe's phone beeped. A text. From Amy.
Chloe. Where are you? Jasmine told me Alek's back. Are you okay. Text me. I'm worried.
Chloe sighed. She loved her best friend, but Chloe couldn't ditch school once without her freaking out. She shot off a quick text.
I'm okay. Big news. 2 important for txt. Call you later. Going to Grammys. Don't wait up.
She chuckled to herself. Amy would freak out reading that last sentence.
"What?" Alek asked, wondering what Chloe was laughing at. She showed him the texts. He laughed as well, and took her phone from her, shutting it off. "It'll be more fun." He responded to her curious look.
"But my mom…" Chloe trailed off. She had no idea what was going on.
"Already knows. I talked to her before you even woke up." He laughed. "Not an early riser, are we?" He smirked.
"I need my beauty sleep." She harrumphed.
"No you don't. You're always beautiful." He said, parking the car at a small airport, and kissed her on the cheek. He walked over to her side of the car, and opened the door. "Madame." He said, smirking.
"Thank you." She said, feeling like a princess.
Alek popped the trunk, retrieving her night's attire, as well as a suit for himself.
He took her hand in his. "Shall we?" He smiled at her.
Not too smutzy, I hope. So Kaitlin's the name of one of my managers, and she's great.
Please Review. Criticisms are always welcome. AND IDEAS! PLEASE!
So there's a link on my Profile to the dress and stuff. Or you can remove spaces here - http:/ / www. polyvore. com/cgi/set?id=35837353