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Authors: Mina Holt,Jaden Wilkes

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Chapter
Ten

 

“I am so sorry,” Gavin said for the hundredth time, “I didn’t expect this at all.”

“It’s okay, I’m serious,” I said, “let’s just enjoy the day that we do have, and I’ll spend the evening in the hotel until you get back.”

He looked at me, brushed my hair back, cupped my face in his broad, strong hands and kissed me.

“You are too fucking good to me, love,” he said, “how many women would be totally fine with their boyfriend going to a work meeting on their romantic Paris holiday?”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” I replied and kissed the stubbly end of his chin, “I’ll let you get away with it this time, but don’t make it a habit.”

“Yes Ms. Britton, I understand.”

He had been contacted by David some time in the middle of the night. We’d woken up to a bunch of texts outlining a meeting he simply had to attend. It was going to ensure him a contract for the next three years, a stable income and the chance to settle down in Seattle a little more than usual. I simply had to give up a few hours with him this evening, and I would have him more at home.

“Can we see the Eiffel Tower this morning?” I asked.

“Anything you want, love,” he said.

We made our way downstairs and I jumped when a car pulled up and a driver got out.

“Is that a Rolls?” I asked Gavin.

“It is,” he said, “I knew our time was short today so I decided to hire a driver.”

The driver opened the door and gave me a slight bow. I felt awkward and ungainly as he took my hand and helped me get in the back seat. I wasn’t used to being waited on hand and foot, and it unsettled me on some level.

Gavin got in and settled beside me. “Are you okay with this?” he asked, “you seem nervous.”

The driver sped away from the hotel through the crowded Paris streets and all at once I was grateful for having this opportunity. I was feeling a little like a brat, not recognizing this incredible gift as it was being given.

“I am okay,” I said and leaned back into his arms to watch the people on the wide boulevards.

The line at the Eiffel Tower was pretty long, and there wasn’t much Gavin could do about it. I suggested we take the stairs, but he didn’t seem keen on the idea. We decided to walk around a little to see if the line for the elevator would have thinned out.

We made our way to a large grassy field behind the Tower, the Champs de Mars, I read in the guide book.

“I want to take a photo,” I said and pulled out my phone.

“You’ve taken a hundred photos already,” he teased.

“Of us, in front of the Tower. Isn’t that a Parisian thing to do?”

“A touristy thing to do, but of course, let’s take an Eiffel Tower selfie.”

We leaned back, I extended my arm and we grinned. My arm wasn’t long enough though, so he took the phone and extended it far enough to get the Tower in the background, even though it was at an angle.

“Say
fromage
,” he said and I kissed his cheek as he took the picture.

I grabbed the phone to see. I loved it, I looked adorable. I had ditched my glasses for my contacts, done my own version of smoky eyes, and applied a very bright red French lipstick before we’d left.

He looked brilliant, his gorgeous eyes shining and the love radiating from both of us was unmistakable.

I did something I didn’t often do. I shared a selfie on Instagram.

“What are you giggling about?” Gavin asked.

“I’m sharing a selfie,” I said, “I hate people who share selfies.”

“Love makes us do strange things,” he said, “and it makes us softer, the world seems less aggravating when you’re completely and utterly and madly in love.”

“That’s true,” I replied, “I am a grumpy person. I never giggle, I don’t do these kinds of things.”

“But now you do,” he said.

“Because I love you,” I replied.

He grinned and said, “Let’s go take a selfie at the top of the Tower.”

The line had thinned out and we only had to wait a few minutes for the elevator up. I stood pressed against the glass, and they had sandwiched so many people inside with us that Gavin’s hard body was mushed against mine.

I didn’t mind at all, but it was a little disconcerting, sliding up the Eiffel Tower with the man you love pressing his hard cock against you, and your knees feeling a little like melted ice cream.

I clung to the hand rail or else I might have fallen back into his arms.

We exited and my cheeks felt flush with excitement, for being so high above the beautiful, expansive city, and for being in love.

He took a photo of me leaning against the railing, and we took a couple more selfies of us together. All around us people came and went, different nationalities, different tour groups or families, but all that mattered were Gavin and I.

I loved him with all my heart and I wasn’t afraid to show it.

“I love Gavin James!” I yelled off the Tower. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“What’s gotten into you, love?” he asked and brushed my hair out of the way to nibble the back of my neck.

I shivered and said, “I don’t know, I just feel so wonderful.”

“So do I,” he said in my ear, “so do I.”

“Can we go to Notre Dame?” I asked, “Will there be time?”

“Yes, of course,” he said, “anything you want.”

“And Pont Neuf?”

“You want to go to a bridge?” he laughed in my ear, “But yes, anything you want. But why a bridge?”

“I have a photograph,” I told him and turned around in his arms so I could face him. The wind was blowing now and the day was cooling down, the summer’s heat was giving way to the fall weather. My hair whipped around my face as I looked up at him and continued, “It’s of me and my parents on the Pont Neuf. I don’t know how old I was, and I don’t know who took it, but I want to see the bridge I once walked on with my family.”

“Oh, love,” he said and brushed my cheek. I realized a tear had escaped my eye and was sliding down my face. “Of course we can go, if I had known I would have rented the bloody thing for you and had traffic blocked off.”

I smiled, “I don’t need that, I just want to see. They were murdered, you know. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know why I’m so weird, and closed off, and a little prickly I guess. I wanted you to know that I share your pain, and I think we were brought together to heal ourselves and each other. I think our love is deeper because of it.”

He didn’t reply, he simply looked at me, smiled and kissed me. It was a tender kiss, the passion he had for me remained just behind, under the surface, but he was being gentle and loving.

He pulled away, looked at me again and said, “I’m sorry, Sarai. I’m sorry that anything ever caused you this kind of pain. If I could take it from you and shoulder the burden, I would. Since I can’t the only thing I can do is offer my love. I do hope this is enough, that this will bring you some comfort in your sorrows.”

“Oh Gavin,” I breathed out, “I love you so much. Just being with you seems to offer relief. Just knowing that you love me and understand me is more than anything I ever expected out of this world. I feel safe with you, and I feel loved. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“I feel the same way, so I think I do.”

We kissed for a while on the platform against the railing, the wind blowing around us, people milling about, and the glorious beauty of the city spreading out below us.

I was in heaven, and anywhere Gavin James was, that’s where I wanted to be.

 

***

 

“You look stunning,” Gavin said and allowed me to spin around for him. We had just left a little shop on the Champs-Élysées, not far from our hotel.

We’d gone to the Pont Neuf, I’d gotten my fill of nostalgia and sad memories, so Gavin had decided to take my mind off the past by shopping.

He really was a dream come true.

I felt beautiful in my new dress, a wispy thigh length Bohemian number flowing with gauzy lace. This was brought together with a Chanel bag and a pair of Chanel heels. Both in rich chocolate brown.

I felt like a princess, and I finally felt like I might fit in somewhere in this amazing city and in Gavin’s sophisticated life.

“Thank you, Mr. James,” I said and smiled. I jumped towards him and he caught me in his arms, spun me around and we both laughed.

There were enough people on the street that I didn’t feel self conscious, there simply was no way to draw attention to ones self in this crowd.

“Anything for you, love,” he said and set me down. I stood a full three inches taller in these heels, I was able to kiss him without standing on tippy toe. I liked it, a lot.

“I guess we should head back to the hotel,” I said reluctantly, knowing he’d be leaving me for a few hours.

“Yes, we should,” he agreed and appeared to be as reluctant as I was. It was for the greater good though, we couldn’t deny that. A few hours apart here and now meant months together in the coming year.

“I think I’ll order room service and do some reading,” I said to let him know I’d be okay, “it might be good for me to have some time to myself. Maybe I’ll google some of your hotter pics and spend an hour or two masturbating to them.”

He looked at me, threw his head back and laughed. “My god, Ms. Britton,” I never know what to expect from you. You are truly a delight.”

I felt like it, for him I was.

We got the hotel and there was a message for us at the front desk. Madeline was going to come over and spend some time with me, she had planned some things for us to do.

I was excited, I felt like I’d gotten her approval somehow. Gavin was also pleased, I knew he’d been a little anxious about leaving me alone in the suite. Little did he know, I would have been fine. The suite was more luxurious than anything I’d ever stayed in and had the most incredible terrace overlooking the city and the Arc de Triomphe. I could never be bored in Paris.

He left and I had half an hour or so until Madeline showed up. I decided to catch up on Jenny’s work on the blog and make sure she hadn’t turned it into a full blown book gossip site.

She was doing surprisingly well, she’d apparently gotten another girl to help with reviews, and the gossipy type stories were at a minimum. Perhaps I’d underestimated her.

I followed a couple links and found myself reading about Gavin and I again. I couldn’t help myself. It was almost an addiction, reading every single word about our relationship and how the world saw us.

There was nothing about us in Paris thankfully; although I wouldn’t mind them taking photos now that I felt elegant and stylish. I couldn’t wait to wear my new clothes back in Seattle. No more frumpy country cousin look for this girl.

I inadvertently clicked a link to an ad campaign from a couple years ago. Gavin and Maya, the hottest super model of the moment. It was for some British clothing line, and it was hot.

I watched the video, black and white with sensual music, shot on a beach somewhere. He came out of the water; the camera zoomed in on his abs, glistening in the deeply contrasted light.

He ran his hands over Maya’s perfectly flat tummy, and I felt almost aroused as well as envious.

It was stupid though, I had him all to myself, and I was envying a girl who had done a job with him long before I ever met him.

Still, his face, so gorgeous and full of sensual pleasure. I felt myself getting wet and heating up watching him. I clicked back on the video and watched that scene over and over a few times, until he filled my head again and I was ready to strip down and wait for him to return so I could fuck him silly.

A sharp knock at the door broke into my fantasy and I jumped up, remembering Madeline’s visit. I opened the door and let her in, and realized she’d be able to see the laptop from where we were.

The last thing I needed for her to see was my jilling off in the bed to her brother’s old ad work.

As she took off her coat, I rushed over and snapped it shut. I blushed furiously and I could tell she knew something was up.

She graciously didn’t ask though, so I silently thanked her and her good manners. Jenny probably would have tackled me to see what was on the screen.

“I am famished,” she said, “shall we go for a walk and pick up some things for a snack? I’m assuming you’ll have dinner with my brother later on?”

“We’d planned on it,” I said, “but I won’t turn down some French pastries.”

She smiled and said, “Thank god he’s with a real woman.”

We decided to stroll around the neighborhood, dodging thick crowds of tourists and checking out high end shops along the way.

I helped her pick out a beautiful red dress and matching handbag at one boutique. She might not be related to Gavin by blood, but she shared his tall elegance and amazing looks. She was dark blonde though, with stunning blue eyes. Men almost fell over themselves watching her move down the street and women gave her mixed looks of admiration and envy.

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