~Eve’s Point of View~ I laid in Derek’s arms, he was in a deep sleep. When we got to the hotel, Derek made love to me, for hours and my body needed it as much as my heart. He did absolutely everything possible to reassure me and while I did feel better, or at least I was sure he didn’t hate me, I still just felt rotten on some level. I felt Helen would love nothing more than to call me a whore, surely she’d say a 'gold digging whore'. I got up and got a bottle of cold water and instantly felt a bit better. I crawled back in bed and began to flip through the channels. Even though Derek exhausted my body, my mind was wide awake. I found myself lost in a commercial for Las Vegas tourism when I had a thought hit me out of the blue. I looked at Derek and my hand almost began to move him, to wake him up ... but he looked too peaceful. I resolved to bring it up in the morning,

The next 24 hours hours were a blur, between getting everyone what they needed and having everyone (okay so only my side) freaking out and gawking at every little thing, it was exhausting. Early on Friday evening, Marcus took me to his room and showed me the dress. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen and I could tell he basically wished he was the bride. I didn't know Marcus when he and Rob had gotten married but I made a mental note to ask for pictures. I was dying to see what a Marcus wedding looked like.I really had no clue what kind of dress I would have picked out on my own so I was happy to let him do it. Marcus went on and on, it was Vera Wong or something, I had no clue. It was stunning but kind of fun and sexy. The back was very low but I was wearing my hair down, as that was Derek’s favorite thing. I could already tell Derek was going to lose it when he saw the thirty or so buttons that started at the

~Eve’s Point of View~ I woke up confused, for a moment I totally forgot where I was. I realized I was naked and my whole body ached. I felt incredibly thirsty but saw a water on the table, so I grabbed it quickly and drank it down. Derek was passed out next to me, equally naked and I wondered if we’d had sex when I got back? How did I get back? I didn’t even remember it. The last thing I remembered was peek-a-boo with Axel.I smirked to myself thinking about his perfect ass. I rolled over and spooned Derek since his back was to me, and I felt him stir. “How are you feeling my little drunkard,” he said. “Hungry,” I said, with a sigh. I was so glad the wedding wasn’t until later tonight, I seriously needed the day to recover. Derek turned to face me and said, “do you even remember last night?&rdquo

Eve and I had woken up twice in the night and fucked each other back to sleep. She was perfect for me in every way and I had never felt more content. We were lost in a tangled mess of each other, deep in sleep when my phone rang, it was a specific ringtone for my grandfather. I quickly tried to get out of bed and find my pants, just getting to it on the last possible ring. “Hey, everything okay,” I said, wondering why he’d be bothering me right now. “Yes, yes, all is well. There is some business though we need to address, the sooner the better, I’ll see you kids for brunch at 11,” and he hung up. I groaned. He didn’t bother me with trivial things, but this was the morning after my wedding. What was so important? I looked at the time, 10:40am, really dude? I also noticed that he didn’t invite us or ask, he said we would be there, mean

Eve and I stayed in Vegas only until Tuesday morning, with me promising her a proper honeymoon at some point. The lawyers were working around the clock to finalize things, and I was buying out the Maxwell shares that grandfather and his business partners owned. It was a lot, but I used all my own money, not utilizing the trust for it and that meant everything to me. With a few last minute additional shares, my total ownership of Maxwell Enterprises was now at 67%. My spies told me that Phil’s shares were now less than 3%, with Chris owning 10% ... likely inherited since I doubt he would’ve bought it himself. The rest was stockholders, board members and some employees. Rob was meeting on the down low with an investigative reporter for the New York Times, feeding them information on Phil and Helen’s tax evasion but they were not going public with it just yet.  We set up “T-day” as we called, “