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ROMAN

It was Friday afternoon and I've been working nonstop over the last two days. Giselle has constantly been on my mind and I can't get her out. I knew she had taken the day off today to take Jackson to the vet today and so I told her to pack a bag for herself for the weekend and to pack something for him as well. She didn't know where I was taking her or what my intentions were, so I don't blame her for hesitating and not trusting me right away. But I wanted to show her a little bit of my world. Traveling and the fancy stuff as she likes to call it. I can't help but smile though when I do think about her. The way she looks when she's thinking about something. The way she looks when she's relaxed and comfortable, and enjoying the moment. Hey blue eyes and the way they remind me of a clear blue sky or the deep blue of the ocean.

"Here I thought you were up to your neck in work." Says Seth Rollins who has become like a brother to me over the last few years since we've met.

He's about an inch or two shorter than me and even though I outweigh him by a good amount, he's still in the best shape ever and athletic as can be. He has brown eyes and black hair and a beard and is from Iowa. We met almost ten years ago, right before I came up to New York and we've been the best of friends ever since.

"I was." I tell him as he sits down across from me. "I've just been working nonstop, like I usually do. I caught up and got ahead of a lot of things that I wanted to take care of before this weekend."

"What's so important about this weekend that you're actually not wanting to do anything work related?" He asks. "When do you ever do that?"

I shrug as I finish up a couple of emails and send them. "I've had a couple of free weekends before. This isn't the first time, you know."

"Yes, but this is the first time in about almost three years where Dean and I don't have to invite you somewhere first before you do it." Seth points out. "Hey, I'm not complaining. Just not so used to seeing you willingly wanting to free up some time."

Seth's right. For the last couple of years, I've been working extra hard and keeping myself busy. It's helped to get myself and my business to where it is today, which is a lot better than what it was three years ago. Business is booming and money is coming in. I've been focused and determined to be better each year, no, each day, than what I was the day before. I've got a good clientele, and great partnerships with people. Unfortunately, I've nearly sabotaged my personal life to be able to put my all into my business. Luckily, I have Seth and Dean, who's also like a brother to me, and my family. But my family's all the way in Florida. States and countless miles between us for long periods of time before we get to see each other again.

"I know, but there's a reason for it." I start out saying before my phone vibrates.

I look to see it was a message from Giselle. Something told me to open it and when I do, I see that it was a video of Jackson at what looked like to be the vet. He was up and alert, walking around and Giselle's voice in the background when he would walk up to far. He barked a couple of times, though she got him to calm down a bit and he happily walked over to her and stayed nearby.

"I see. Judging by that smile, it's a someone that's your reason." My friends says.

Turning my attention back up to him, I clear my throat. "It's...I don't know what the hell I'm doing. She's the first person since, you know. It's been a while and a part of me is wanting to be very cautious about it."

"Wait, is that the reason you're going away this weekend?" He asks. "You're taking her somewhere?"

"Just for the weekend. I wanted to travel and take her somewhere that I thought she might like and enjoy. Like an adventure or something." I say, not really knowing how to explain it.

"Is this the same girl that you met that night, a couple of weeks ago?" He asks. "The one that you saw with that Tim Haggin guy? He made headlines because multiple people saw him putting his hands on her like he was going to hit her."

I finish responding to an email before answering, though memories of that night invaded my mind again. How could I forget that? "Yeah, that's the one. Blue eyes, dark hair, curves that make any man look."

"You must really like her." Seth mumbles.

"I don't know when it happened, but it happened. I wasn't planning on liking her when I first saw her. But when I did, something clicked. Something like I've never felt before with anybody else. It's been a while since I've felt like that with anybody and it's making me want more." I say.

"But you're taking it slow." He says, in a matter-of-fact tone. "The Roman I know, would have tried something up his sleeve with her, by now. You haven't done anything with her yet, have you?"

"I've taken her out on a date." I reply, looking over at him. "I've spent some time with her and we talk a lot. Gone over to her place a couple of times."

I could feel Seth's eyes on me, but I ignore it to keep up with my work, which I'm almost done with. Another hour at least, and I'll be completely done and free for the weekend. Looking at the time, I could pick Giselle up early and we could get on our way.

"Just be careful, okay? I don't want you getting hurt again." He softly says, and I finally look over at him.

"I know." I quietly say. "I appreciate it."

We talk for about ten more minutes before he goes back to his office and I finish up what I have left of my work and things that I had to finish looking over and approving before leaving for the day. There were times where I would finish early enough to leave, but those days were so rare, people here were surprised when it actually happened. About 45 minutes later, I was gathering my things and getting ready to go when I texted Giselle asking where she was. She texted back a couple of minutes later saying that she was home now and was finishing up a few things. I made a phone call to see when things would be ready and replied back to her, telling her to be ready to be ready within an hour and a half and that I would pick her up. Giselle still wanted to know where we were going and I still wanted to keep it a surprise. I just hoped that she would like it enough to not be mad that I didn't ask if she would be okay with going out of state. Then again, we went to New Jersey for our first date. And then again, it's not New Jersey we're going to this time around.

I let Seth know that I was leaving and because I had to go straight to a business trip afterwards, I wouldn't see him for about a week. He agreed to let me know if anything happens around here while I was gone and I made a detour to the barber shop and then I went to the gym and went straight home to take a shower. Luckily I packed everything last night and because I couldn't sleep to well, I finished up this morning before heading out to work. Making sure everything was good, I looked at my watch after getting dressed and knew I had to start making my way over to Giselle's.

Thirty-five minutes later, my driver pulled up to her building, and I thanked him before going up to her apartment. Hearing Jackson barking after I knock, Giselle opens the door a few moments later and my eyes linger on her when she does. Wearing a plain white shirt with jeans and black boots that reach her ankles, she still looked beautiful. Her long hair was straightened out and her nails had red nail polish on them, She didn't have on any makeup, though she didn't always wear it, but she was still gorgeous, even without it.

"Hey." She says with a smile as she lets me in.

"Hey." I say as I walk in and see Jackson walk up to me.

I rub his back and notice her suitcase and a smaller bag next to it. Turning my attention back to her, Giselle looks on with curiosity. My eyes linger on her again and I notice her face turn a light shade of pink when she notices and I want to smile. It's as if she wasn't used to having a lot of attention on her.

"Are you ready?" I ask.

"Yes." She says. "I thought you'd be here later though, since you had to work."

I shrug. "I thought so, too, but I've made sure to finish up what I had so that I can have this weekend free."

"Are you sure it's okay that Jackson comes along?" She says, concerned. "He's not a service dog for a lot of places to let him in."

"It's okay, I got it figured out." I tell her, reassuring her that he'll be okay. "We should get going to the airport."

Her eyes widened and her jaw slightly dropped. "Where are you taking me that it involves a plane? I have a feeling we're not staying anywhere near New York."

"I'll let you know, but we really should be going, now. We're staying in the States, so you don't have to worry about leaving the country." I told her.

She put a small pout when she looked away and made sure she got everything before grabbing her bag. I gently took her bag and the one she had for Jackson, so all she had to worry about was him. Giselle sweetly thanked me and hooked on the leash to his collar before making sure one last time she had everything. Finding Mr. Kelani parked a few up from where he dropped me off, he helped get her bags into the trunk of the SUV while I opened the door for her and Jackson. He jumped in and got in the row behind us when Giselle went in. On our way to the airport, we talked about our day and talked about some places that we've been able to travel to. Most of them, for me, have been for work related reasons, even the international ones. Giselle has a passport, and has gone as far out as the Caribbean, and a few places here in the States and I let her know that I would be away for about a week on a business trip.

"What is this?" Giselle says when we get to the tarmac at the airport. "Roman."

I help her and Jackson get out of the car and help Mr. Kelani get our bags out of the car. I walk up to two men who were standing a few feet away from the stairs that was attached to the Jet and thanked them for grabbing our things. Giselle walked up to me with her hand secured on Jackson's leash to keep him from running around the open area.

"Is this yours?" She asks, looking at the large Jet, that was spotless.

"Yes, it is." I reply, honestly. " I've had it for a few years now. Have you ever been to New Orleans?"

She looks over at before shaking her head. "Is that where we're going?"

"Yeah. I figured it would be a chance to get away from New York, even if it was just for the weekend and I remember you saying one day that you've always wanted to go but that, for some reasons, you've never gone." I tell her. "So I thought it'd be nice to try to take you and Jackson. Has he ever been on a plane before?"

"When he was still little." She says. "But not for a while. I always think they'll say no to him because of his size. Are we really going to New Orleans?"

I nod as the Captain and the co-pilot walk out of the plane and down the stairs, along with the flight attendants. They all have years of experience and I introduce them to Giselle and her little buddy. We spend a few minutes talking and when they go up, I look over at the woman standing beside me and see her hesitate.

"What's wrong?" I ask, walking up to her and wondering if this was a good idea.

Giselle shakes her head. "Nobody's ever done this for me before."

"Do what?" I ask, brushing her jaw with my thumb.

"This." She quietly says, as her eyes look up into mine and I see the doubt in her eyes. "Go above and beyond to take me somewhere, whether I've been there or not. Why me? What's so special about me?"

I cradle her face in my hands. "Everything. Do you want to go?" If you don't want to, it's okay. I'll let them know it won't happen today."

"But we're already here and ready to go. I don't want them to have wasted their time." She says, looking at the plane. "And I really want to go to New Orleans."

Chuckling, I kiss her forehead. "Do you trust me?"

"Can they get us there and back in one piece?" She asks.

"Of course." I say with a smile. "And yes, they're okay with dogs."

Giselle signals for Jackson to start going up the stairs, though she kept a hold on his leash and quickly followed behind him. I walk up behind them and notice the way her jeans hug her legs and her behind. I keep myself from letting out a groan at how good her legs looked. Getting inside, there were a few seats on each side, with enough space in between for a small table. There was a small bathroom on one end and the cabinet where the pilots would be, up in the front. There was a small space where there was drinks, snacks and food. There was a bed big enough for Jackson to lay down on and two bowls for food and water for him with a small pack of food that I had made sure they had here for him to eat. Giselle noticed as she sat down and she repeatedly thanked me for everything.

"I'll find a way to pay you back for all of this, really." She insists.

"Baby, stop." I say, resting a hand on each of the arm rests on her seat. "You don't have to pay me back. I'm not an asshole who'll expect you to pay back any of this. If you haven't noticed yet, I can be a good guy."

Her soft hands rest on my forearms as those blue eyes of hers look up at me. She reaches up our noses touch before we heard someone ask if we were ready for takeoff so that we can buckle up, interrupting the moment we had, where I just wanted to kiss her. I press a kiss to her forehead instead and take a seat across from her while she quickly tries to get Jackson to settle in. Once she did, we were on our way and in the air. Not to long after we took off, one of the flight attendants came and offered us some snacks and asked if wanted anything to drink. Jackson barked a couple of times at her when she got close to Giselle.

"Jackson, what's the matter?" She asked, quickly apologizing to the woman. The woman simply smiled and said it was okay before going to get what we asked for. "I'm really sorry. He tends to be protective of me."

"Hey, I have no complaints about that. At least he's protecting you, right buddy?" I ask him.

He looks over at me before getting up and walking over to Giselle, laying down by her feet. He looked content and I saw Giselle relax into her seat, with her dog by her side. I could tell there was something on her mind as she looked out the window.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

She looked over at me and gave me a small smile as she shakes her head and looks out the window again. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and yet, I didn't want to. I wanted to know everything that there is to know about her. There's a ways that I can do that without having to wait for her to tell me, but I didn't want to do that. I wanted to learn from her, everything that there is to know. Getting up, she looks over at me and watches as I make my way over to the seat next to her. The large dog at her feet, picks up his head and is at alert when he sees me make my way to her. Careful to not hit him with my feet, I sit down and see her smile at me.

"I thought we could talk easier like this." I say.

"About what?" She asks.

I shrug. "Anything. But, I guess what I'm trying to figure out, is why you have doubts when I compliment you, or do something you might consider nice."

"I honestly don't know." Giselle quietly says. "I guess it's because, this is something that I'm not used to. My sister was the one who got all of the attention from the guys, and she had better luck with relationships than I did. The guys that did pay attention to me, never did any of this for me. Taking me out on weekend long dates, and just everything that you've done for me so far. I don't know how to repay you, but I'll find a way. I'll pay you back what I can with the money."

"No, you're not." I say.

"What do you mean? Do you think I'm the type of person who won't?" She asks, looking over at me.

I face her. "No. What I mean is that you don't have to pay me back. I'm doing this because I want to. Not because I'm expecting anybody to pay me back for this, so don't worry about it. I don't want you to pay me back, Giselle. I just want you to enjoy this. With me."

"But, I don't want you to think that I want you because of all of this." She replies in a small voice. "That's not why I'm here. I'm here for you."

"Is that what you feel like I would think?" I ask.

She shrugs and looks down at her lap. "I don't know. Haven't you thought that before with other people? I may not be rich, financially, but I'm rich in that I have some really good friends, a roof over my head, and a bed to sleep in at night. I have a good job that I really like, and I have my precious Jackson, right buddy?"

"I don't have any doubts about your intentions with me." I say. "If only you can see how beautiful your heart is."

Giselle looks up at me and its as if she's studying my face. Eventually kissing my cheek, she rests her head on my shoulder and snuggles closer to me before curling up in her chair and getting more comfortable. She's so used to getting the opposite of what I'm giving her, that she doubts what I do. But I want to change that.

"You're comfy." Giselle says, before looking up at me.

I chuckle and wrap an arm around her to keep her close to me. It felt right, being like this with her. It was like she was made to fit against my body. To fit in my arms. One of the flight attendants came out from the back and smiled as he nodded, while Giselle slept. I knew it was his way of saying that he liked her so far just from the little bit of interaction he's had with her on the flight. Jackson got up and walked around a little bit, eventually making his way to where the flight attendants were. They all said greeted him and tried to pet him, but he eventually made his way back to where Giselle and I were sitting before going to his bowl and drinking some water. The large dog walked around again, wanting to get into things, and climbing his large frame onto a seat before I heard her voice.

"Jackson, get down." Says Giselle in a soft voice. He looks over at her and barks.

"We're almost there, buddy." I say. "You'll be able to play around once we're there."

He barks a couple of more times before getting down. He wags his tail and sits down nearby, yawning. We landed about thirty minutes later and we got our things together to meet the Louisiana air. I was going to show Giselle what other guys have seemed to have neglected ever giving her. It seems like the only guy that's ever been a constant positive figure in her life has been her brother and they lived miles and miles apart. Hopefully, by the end of this weekend, I could ease at least some of her doubts.