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Claudia's pov
I was finally finished packing, and I wiped a bit of sweat off my forehead as I tried to close my suitcase.

"Ahh!" I exclaimed as I fell off, landing on my ass. I started pressing down.

"CLAUDIA, MR.BLUNT IS HERE." Rylia yelled from the living room.

"ERICH, COME IN HERE." I yelled and he came in.

"Ready to go princess?" He asked, and saw me sitting on my suitcase. He laughed.

"What happened?"

"Too many clothes." I grumbled.

"Okay, you sit and I'll get the zipper on." He said and we moved the suitcase to the floor. I sat on it and he quickly zippered it up.

"Thank you." I said and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, but he grabbed me and kissed me on the lips.

His hands were quickly going down, but I peeled away from him.

"Handsy are we?" I asked.

"When am I not?" He asked.

"You're pretty early, it's only 4:30." I responded trying to change the subject and he sighed.

"I wanted to talk to you about the next two weeks." He said and grabbed my hand. He lead me to the living room. I quickly went over to Rylia.

"You can leave now Rylia." I said and she shook her head no.

"I haven't cleaned the bathroom yet." She said and I laughed.

"You can clean it later in the week. I'm going to be gone, so there's no reason for you to be here. Go enjoy the week, You work hard." I said and grabbed the cleaning bucket from her and put it in the closet.

"Thank you Claudia." She said and gave me a warm hug.

"You're welcome, now go hang out with your husband." I said.

Rylia has a husband a two kids, who have grandchildren. I quickly went into the kitchen and saw Andrew, my personal chef.

"Andrew." I said and he looked at me.

"Hi Dia." He said while cleaning up.

"You have the next two weeks off, go spend it with your family." I said and he smiled as he grabbed me and hugged me, spinning me around. I laughed.

"Thank you, thank you." He said and took off his apron. I walked back out to the living room.

"So?" I asked as I sat down, noticing Erich was engrossed on his phone, texting someone.

"So we're going to be dating?" He asked while putting his phone away, now both of us sitting down on the couch.

"Yes, and no sexual shit blunt, my mom will kill you." I warned and a smile spread on his face.

"Fine, I guess we'll figure out a story on the plane?" He asked.

"We met at the café, you asked me out, we went on a few dates before you popped the question..." I said and he shrugged.

"Sounds good to me." He said and pulled out a joint.

"What are you doing!" I exclaimed and furrowed his eyebrows.

"It's just a joint, relax." He said and I snatched it from his hands. I went to my balcony and threw it off.

"What the hell?" He exclaimed as he tried to look for it. I exhaled.