Jennifer always knew that being engaged to Robert was something which came with a lot of publicity and press. She just hadn't expected it when she flew with him to LA. She often wondered how people caught word of him moving and how they managed to track down his location all the time. Robert hated it. Jenny knew that much.

"They're like moths attracted to light," Robert complained like a sulking child as his car neared his apartment block and Jennifer looked across the seat to him before grabbing onto his hand. She smiled across and he kissed her knuckle, slowly dragging her closer to him as he did so.

"I'm sorry about this," he apologised to her and she blinked profusely as the car finally stopped. She arched a brow in his direction, waiting for his explanation as to what he was apologising for as he swung the door open quickly. "The press," he said simply. "I know it isn't something you signed up for when you-"

"-You outweigh the annoyance of cameras," she promised him as he opened the door. "Trust me, Robert."

The pair of them quickly moved through the crowds of people, Robert kept his arm around Jennifer as questions continued to be thrown at him. It took him every single ounce of self control which he had not to yell back at them. Why did they need to ask such personal questions? It was no one's business whether he and his father had finally reconciled whilst Maurice was on his death bed. Nor was it their business to ask about the prenuptial which Jennifer was about to sign.

It was completely preposterous and it made Robert wish that he could live on some deserted island somewhere.

"Robert," Jennifer whispered his name as soon as they entered the building and he looked down at her. "Your death grip is kind of killing my waist." She informed him and he looked down to her where he was holding her, his knuckles turning white due to the hold he had.

"Sorry," he said and instantly let go, pushing his hand through his hair before looking around the lobby as his driver finally managed to bring Jennifer's case in.

"I can take it up, Harrison," he assured the driver. "You go and take the rest of the day off."

"Are you sure, Mr Fischer?" the driver checked and Robert nodded, taking the handle of the case from him as he looked back through the spinning doors and onto the flashing lights from the paparazzi.

"Positive," he promised him. "My godfather shall be arriving on a late flight tonight. Would it be possible for you to pick him up?"

"Of course, Mr Fischer," Harrison said and Robert turned around quickly, dragging Jenny's case towards the desk at reception as the driver became dismissed. Jenny followed him, looking around at the marbled floors and the white washed walls with the extreme art pictures behind them. It really was a different type of world which Robert lived in.

"Mr Fischer, welcome back to Byron Towers." The receptionist behind the desk spoke and Jennifer had to control her jaw. They had a receptionist. She'd never seen anything like it. "What is it that you'd be requiring this evening?"

Jennifer watched how the receptionist fluttered her eyelids in Robert's direction and she looked up to her fiancé who remained emotionless towards her obvious flirting.

"Just my apartment key today," he simply spoke and the skinny blonde moved from her seat to the back room before returning with a silver key and handing it to Robert.

"Have a pleasant stay, Mr Fischer," she called out to him and Robert nodded, dragging Jenny's case to the elevator as she walked a few paces behind, still looking around in awe at what she was seeing. Robert took a moment to glance across to her as he waited for the elevator and he smirked at her expression.

"There's a pool and gym in the basement," he spoke gently, "along with a helicopter landing pad on the roof."

"You're kidding," Jenny spat out and he shook his head. "There's also a really fit receptionist who bats her eyelashes at women's fiancé's. Did you know that, too?"

Robert smirked for a moment, a rare sight when he realised that a woman had gotten jealous over him. It wasn't something which had happened to him in his entire life. To see her become so protective felt nice.

"I did notice," Robert replied with a nod, stepping into the elevator and Jennifer followed him. "I just prefer not to pay attention. God only knows that if I did then you'd have a field day."

"Too right," Jennifer confirmed.

Once they reached the apartment Robert unlocked it quickly, dragging her case inside as he felt his phone begin to vibrate against the shirt in his pocket.

"I need to take this," he simply said. "Take a look around and see what you think."

Jennifer pushed her case by the side of the door, taking a second to glance around at the open spaced apartment as she did so. The walls were covered in full length glass windows which showed off the view of LA's setting sun. The furnishings were modern and stylish and looked like they were rarely used. The kitchen was brand new and Jennifer wondered if Robert had ever cooked in it. Everything about the apartment was stylish and modern. Jenny just couldn't help but feel that it didn't look like a home.

"That was the lawyer for my father's company...well...my company..." Robert informed her in a soft voice and she folded her arms, kicking off her heels by her case and moving around the kitchen as he rested against the worktop.

"What did he want?" Jennifer wondered, opening the fridge to nothing.

"I've told him that there was no need for a prenuptial to be drawn up," Robert assured her and she looked at him with scepticism. "And before you say anything, it doesn't matter. I never wanted you to sign one anyway."

"You know that it didn't bother me," she pursed her lips and he shrugged nonchalantly.

"It bothered me."

...

Robert informed Jennifer that he had managed to book reservations at a newly opened restaurant that evening and she had almost had a fit when she realised everything in her case had become creased. She quickly set about looking for an iron whilst Robert watched in vague amusement as she gave the garments a quick press and he stood in his suit, deducing he didn't need to change.

But, their dinner was cut short when Robert's BlackBerry went off like it always did. Jennifer knew he was a busy man and he would be even busier now that his father had gone. She just wished that he would take a moment to himself sometimes.

"I'm really sorry," he apologised for the fifth time as they left the restaurant. They hadn't even eaten.

"So you've said, Robert," Jennifer spoke in a bored tone and he looked down at her. He knew that expression anywhere. She wore it when he normally bailed on her, which was quite often.

"I'll get you a cab home and then I will meet you at the apartment later on tonight," Robert promised, his hands resting on her shoulders as they stood in the dark night of LA and his blue eyes looked down into hers before his hand moved under her chin, a soft finger making her look at him. "I'm sorry, Jenny."

"I know," she said, forcing herself to smile as he kissed her quickly and then hailed a cab. He opened the back door for her, giving her another quick kiss before handing her a fifty dollar bill.

"I have money," she informed him and he tried not to roll his eyes as he opened the door to the cab driver and dropped the fifty into his lap.

"Make sure that she doesn't pay," he said to him and he saluted once as Jennifer glared at her smirking fiancé.

"I've told you," he mumbled, "I'll take care of you."

"Thank you," Jennifer managed to spit it out and he shrugged.

"We're engaged, Jennifer," he replied. "You don't need to thank me."

She kissed him again before jumping into the backseat, allowing the cabbie to pull off as she sighed to herself and Robert slammed the door shut.

"Where to, darling?" he enquired and Jennifer's eyes shot up from her lap, looking into the rear view mirror where his eyes connected with hers and she could tell that he was grinning.

"Do you know any good fast food places?" Jennifer wondered as he looked forward for a moment, giving out a hearty laugh as he did so.

"A woman after my own heart," he declared. "I told you that I'd get a chance to talk to you."

"So you did," Jennifer replied. "Wait...how did you know I'd be getting a cab home...and alone?"

"I set up a little call to Fischer," he admitted. "Separating you two seems to be hard."

"So, there's no emergency at the office?"

"None at all. You said that you wanted an explanation so here I am," he said. "But, I think a burger is a good idea to discuss this over, love."

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A/N: Thank you to NeedNotNoName and Lovely Rain Dancer for reviewing the previous chapter!