The CEO Wife

Twelve

Aria's P.O.V

I packed up all of my things and looked at Beck who wasn't dressed in his normal suit. He was wearing casual clothing and I liked him better this way. He was more relaxed and he didn't look so serious.

"You ready?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah. Do you need help on your luggage?" He asked.

"I'm good," I said. I picked it up and put it in the trunk of the car.

"Calm down Aria. Vegas isn't going anywhere," Beck chuckled.

"But baby. This is our first vacation since we've been engaged," I said.

"Okay. Okay. I'm coming," He said.

We got inside the car and he drove off. He held my hand and I smiled at him. Beck didn't want to drive all the way there so once he drove up to the airport, I practically hurried my way in. Beck was right on my tail and we went inside.

We got into the plane and I sat by the window. Beck sat right next to me and he  held my hand. I kept looking out the window.

"Let me guess, we're staying in your hotel?" I asked.

"Yes. Only because I have a private pool and we can do whatever we want," Beck whispered into my ear. I blushed at the words he had said and kissed his cheek.

"I like that," I said.

"Good."

After about five and a half hours, we made it to Vegas and we got off the plane. I held his hand and we grabbed our bags. We got inside the car waiting for us and I smiled at him. It was already night, making the whole city light up beautifully.

"So no work?" I said making sure.

"No work. Just you and me," He said. I smiled and gave him a long kiss.

Once I pulled away, he drove off. We made it to the hotel and we got out. A lot of paparazzi started to take pictures making me get closer to Beck. I've always hated the paparazzi. The media loved Beck since he was extremely attractive and did a few movies before we dated. He was also the biggest billionaires in the country who used to go out with models.

"Beck! How's your business?"

"Beck! When is the wedding?"

"Aria! What's it like to be with a billionaire?"

"Beck! TMZ, how you been?"

"Great," Beck answered. TMZ was the show we used to watch for a good laugh or to just be entertained.

"How's your business?" They asked.

"Great! I'm just on vacation with my fiancée," Beck said pulling me closer.

"How's wedding details?" They asked.

"Good."

"When's the wedding?"

"In the summer," Beck answered. Once we've made it inside the hotel, we walked to the check out. The security took care of the paparazzi as we got the key.

"Enjoy your stay Mr. Edwards," We went to the elevator and he pressed the button. I smiled and he looked down at me.

"So, when we get in, want to hit the pool?" He asked me.

"You know it," I said. He bit his lip and his hand was on my back. I smiled up at him and the door opened.