Alexandra: You're gonna do great baby.
Alexandra kissed Aubrey as his parked his Bugatti in the spot reserved for him for his 4 Annual OVO Fest. People like Diddy, French Montana and Miguel were set to be there. This seemed to be the best OVO Fest yet. And this was set to promote Aubrey's best album yet. They sat in the car for a moment.
Aubrey: Are you sure about what you wanna do?
Alexandra (Singing): I got my eyes on you. You're everything that I see.
Aubrey kissed Alexandra.
Aubrey (Opening a box): Can I show you this now?
Alexandra pulled out the diamond ring and read the inside of it.
"My very own ~ Alexandra Graham"
Alexandra: Oh my god, my ring. (Putting it on) It's...bigger wow.
[Flashback]
Alexandra ran through the YOLO estate frantically searching for her engagement ring. Aubrey was on the couch on his laptop as she looked through the living room.
Alexandra: This big ass house and I lose one small ring?!
Aubrey (Looking up): Small?
Alexandra: You know what I mean. I went to sleep with my ring on and now it's gone. And it's not in the bed.
Aubrey (Looking back the ring engraving page): Check the bed room again. The sheets are 500 count Egyptian cotton.
Alexandra went back upstairs not noticing what he was looking at.
Ryan called for Aubrey.
Ryan: Yo, Jonny's doing some ill shit on the waterfall.
Aubrey closed his laptop and went out to the water area and saw Jonny, his personal trainer, doing some cliffhanger move then he dropped into the water.
Aubrey: That is some righteous shit!
[Now]
Alexandra (Hitting him): I felt so bad for losing my ring and you had it this whole time!
Aubrey (Laughing): I'm not the one that sedates herself to go to sleep.
[Flashback]
Alexandra was sleeping peacefully in bed. The last real time she could sleep before she had to go with Aubrey for OVO Fest then come back to California and work on her new fashion line. Marina was back at the store working through the proofs but she needed Alexandra to finalize everything in person. Alexandra was in the perfect position. The hand with her ring was resting on her stomach over the blanket. Aubrey pretended to lay next to Alexandra so that she could move over and lay on him. When she did, he slipped the ring off her hand and put it in back in the ring box. This was the first time Alexandra had the ring off since they broke up their very last time. And since the press didn't know about her and Aubrey, there was no real speculation of whom or where the ring cams from. Aubrey leaned slowly off the bed (Alexandra was still on him), picked up his pants and put the ring box in his pants and laid back down with Alexandra.
[Now]
Alexandra: It's not my fault that my soon to be husband lives for the strip club and 4 AM paparazzi bombs.
Aubrey: I also live for you.
He smiled and kissed Alexandra. They kept kissing until Ryan knocked on the window.
Ryan: Hey! Stop sucking face and let's go make history.
Aubrey turned from Alexandra and looked at Ryan. Alexandra looked at Aubrey.
Alexandra: Aubrey, you hard?
Aubrey: No!
Alexandra (Touching his leg and leaning over him): I mean no. It's fine. I'm a model. It happens.
Aubrey (Holding Alexandra's arm, laughing): Stop.
Alexandra (Climbing over him): We're two hours early.
Aubrey: It's my show. I have to go set up.
Alexandra (Kissing him): I want you to know that you mean the world to me. And everything that's happened has happened to lead you to now and us to here.
Aubrey smiled and kissed Alexandra.
[Flashback]
Alexandra (Not making eye contact): No.
The guy approached her with a smile. The strobe lights flickering, reflected off his curls. He was wearing a Versace shirt, black jeans and Timberland boots. He sat his drink on the bar and kept his attention on Alexandra. Looking and acting as dark and cynical as she wasn't.
Him: Excuse me?
She turned back to him with a hardened look. Only something that liquor and a hard break up can fuel. But it wasn't something he saw. It wasn't something Aubrey saw. He saw her big curls, hiding most of her face, implying she's shy. Her dark outfit and makeup implied a dark night. Maybe even a new appearance attempt. Aubrey read her. He was reading her. He could read women, especially open books like Alexandra.
Alexandra (Flipping her hair): I look like the perfect catch. And like I've told Trey Songz, Usher and surprisingly, Justin Bieber, no.
Alexandra started to walk away but Aubrey stopped her.
Aubrey: Look, I'm just about sick of this nightclub, it's my 4th one tonight. Can you play pool?
Alexandra looked at Aubrey. He was alone, so it wasn't like he was with a pose or anything. But did Alexandra really wanna be alone with a guy right now?
Alexandra: I can be taught. My name is Alexandra, by the way.
Aubrey (With a smile): I know who you are.
Alexandra went back to Aubrey's mansion to [learn how to] play pool.
Aubrey (Racking the balls): Ok. This is 15 ball pool. Basically, you knock my ball into the pocket and you win. BASICALLY.
Alexandra: Okay, so teach me how start.
Aubrey walked over to Alexandra and stood behind her and held the cue in one hand and Alexandra's in the other. They aimed together and made a shot. When Alexandra knocked the ball into the pocket, Alexandra cheered. She turned to Aubrey who was only inches from her face. They looked at each other then kissed. Their first kiss was the intensity of the moment. Their second one was fueled by something else. Alexandra felt like she was wrong for it. She felt like this would've been just a drunken one night.
Alexandra (Moving away from Aubrey): I think I should go.
Aubrey (Grabbing her hand): Don't.
Alexandra stared into Aubrey's eyes and he kissed her again. And kept kissing her. Then he grabbed her and put her on top of the pool table and kept kissing her.
[Now]
Aubrey and Alexandra were backstage of his 4 annual OVO Fest. He was dressed and ready to hit the stage. Alexandra was standing behind him ready to watch him make history. Aubrey paused and looked at all of the people waiting for him to come out. He turned to Alexandra.
Aubrey: Hey.
Alexandra: What?
Aubrey: I'm glad I never let you walk away.
Alexandra smiled.
