Escape to Paris With Love (4 page)

“So, how are the wedding plans coming along?” Fabian asked as he took a sip of his beer before nodding at a beautiful young woman that was eyeing him from the bar.

“She's kind of cute.” Armani chuckled as he turned to take a glance at what had caught his
brother’s eye.

“Fuck cute! I'm holding out for spectacular!” Fabian quickly
responded. “Speaking of spectacular, what's up with you and Charmayne? Is there finally going to be a wedding this time?”

Armani sighed deeply and wiped his brow before speaking. “You're my brother right?”

Fabian laughed. “What? Yeah, the last time I checked?”

“Can I be honest with you?” Armani nervously asked. “You have to promise me that you won't say anything to anyone about this. Okay?”

“Sure, but please don't tell me that you are gay or even worse you’re getting cold feet again.” Fabian chuckled as he leaned closer to his brother. “What's wrong?”

Armani blew out a long big breath. “Whew this is a lot harder to admit out loud than I thought.”

“Ah shit! Dam! You are gay. I knew it!” Fabian sighed.

“Fuck you!” A
rmani laughed. “You know damn better than that.”

“Then what is it?”
Fabian looked concerned for his brother. “Are you in some kind of trouble, Armani?”

“No, not really... It's just that... God I can't even say it... Hell, I don't know where to even start.”

“Start anywhere! Just start, because you are starting to worry me. Okay, so just count to three and blurt it out.”

Armani eyed his brother, “I can trust you right?”

“Oh come on man? Yes! Of course you can! Just tell me what's going on so we can get it straightened out.” Fabian coached.

“Okay here I go... One, two, three... I think I'm in love with another woman.”

“Damn! I was not expecting that bullshit! Come on man! I thought you were reformed from all that skirt chasing bullshit! Seriously, Armani? You're kidding right?” Fabian asked completely blown away.

“I wish I was but that's not all of it.” He confessed.

“Damn there's more? Oh hell no! Please don't tell me she's pregnant? Dad's going to shit a cow! You know that right?”

“Calm down. She's not pregnant.”

“Whew! Thank God for small miracles!” Fabian relaxed back in the seat. “So what's the rest of it? You're not in love with my woman are you?”

Armani chuckled. “Bitch please! Hardly! Which one as a matter fact?”

“Hey! I've narrowed the field down to just one! And as soon as she gets out of the situation she's in we are getting married.” Fabian nodded.

“Situation huh?” Okay! I'm not even going to ask. I'm happy for you! That's a big step for you. You're finally growing up. Congrats!” Armani replied as he slapped hands with his brother.

“Yeah, imagine that. I'm, growing up the same time that you're losing your damn mind.” Fabian chuckled.

“Funny you should say that... Sometimes I think I am losing my mind. So, look... There's this woman that just haunts my damn every waking thought.
She’s an incredible woman that can be nothing less than a figment of my over active imagination. Fabian, she's so dam beautiful. Long dark brown hair with auburn highlights.... Long toned tight body that makes your dick hard just thinking about it!”

“Nice, real fucking nice!” Fabian closed his eyes to envision the woman Armani was describing.

“Warm butterscotch complexion with steel blue eyes that are so mesmerizing they stop you in your tracks at a single glance.”

“Blue eyes? Is this girl white? I mean not that it matters, but... Is she?” Fabian interrupted.

“No, she's a sistah. I think she's American.”

“Hold up what do you mean you think? Don't you know?”

“No, I never really asked. Hell, we never really talk; we just get right to it. And oh man! Can this woman satisfy a man? Pussy that just... Wraps around your dick and just grips it like it was custom made for it!”

“DAMN! It's like that and shit?”

“Exactly like that! This woman has me going out my damn mind trying to find her.” Armani revealed as he took a big gulp of his beer. “I got to find her and I'm not going to even consider marrying anyone else until this woman tells me no.”

Fabian looked confused. “Where did she go?
I mean, how did you lose track of her? Don't you have a number an address or something?”

“Naw, shit I don't even know her damn name.”

Fabian tilted his head in total disbelief. “You fucked somebody and didn't bother to ask her name? What the fuck?”

“I never g
ot a chance...”

“Hold the hell up! You fucked her more than once and still don't know
her name.”

“She w
ill not tell me her name.”

“Where the hell d
id you meet a girl like that? Just fuck you silly and don't even bother to tell you her name, her number her nothing! Hell you can't even look her ass up on Facebook. What the fuck?” Fabian laughed heartily. “That's a playas dream right there! No damn strings at all!”

“You do know I've never physically had sex with this woman right. I mean I've never really met her in real life but I'm a hundred per cent sure she exists.”

“What the fuck? Are you talking about some fantasy chick that you created in your mind and shit?”

“No! She's n
ot a fantasy at all! I see her in this reoccurring dream I keep having. I just wake up before I find out her name. I mean I always ask, but she always tell me that it's not important.”

“I swear to God if you weren't my brother I'd slap your damn face to wake your stupid ass up! Man! What the hell is wrong with you? You have a woman as fine as Charmayne and you're
chasing a fucking dream girl? Really, Armani? Man you too damn old for bullshit like that!”

“It's not bullshit! She's as real as you and me!” Armani declared.

“Maybe she is, but where is she? You say she's American, right? Does she live here in France or does she live in the states? Okay so… You say she's a blue eyed sistah that has to narrow the search down to at least five or six hundred thousand women on the damn planet, not counting the two million who sport blue contacts. Hey, but yeah... Hold up your wedding and ruin a beautiful woman like Charmaynes life while you search the earth for your Dream Maiden. Unfucking believable!” Fabian ranted.

“Look, I don't expect you to understand this. Hell I don't even understand, but I know in my soul that she's real and that she's
my soul mate. So maybe I am crazy, but I have to at least try to find her. I owe myself that much. Hell! I owe Char that much, because I will never completely be hers until this is resolved. So, like it or not I'm hiring a private investigator to locate her.”

“Yeah! Well good luck with that bullshit! Don't be surprised when you wake up and Charmayne has moved on. You know that's what's going to happen don't you.”

Armani sighed. “Yeah, but that's the chance that I have to take. I just wanted your support. I guess I'm in this by myself.”

“Look Armani! We're brothers and that means if you walk into a fire wearing gasoline soaked tighty whities then I coming in behind you to drag your dumb ass out. So, no you are not in it alone. You have my support. Okay?”

“Thanks man! I know this is about the craziest bullshit I've ever asked you to do for me but I got to find her. She's real! I know she's real! I just have to locate her!”

“Oh if she exists on this planet my guy will find her.
He's ex- CIA. Trust me; he can locate a blue eyed ant pissing on a bulb of natural cotton in an Alaskan snow storm. So yes we'll find her. The problem will be to get her to fall for your ugly, broke ass!”

Hey! I am not broke!” Armani countered.

“Maybe not! But you're still ugly as hell! You're lucky you're a royal. We wouldn't even be able to get the dog to play with you with a bacon necklace on.”

Armani laughed. “Bitch go to hell!”

“Actually that the first place I plan to search for your Pussy Pop or should I say Dream Sickle!” They laughed heartily and finished their beer. 

Everything was perfect! The mood was perfect, the mega expensive Blakes Hotel suite was perfect and this incredible woman, Pro Soccer Super Star Austin Gauthier had selected to be his wife and the mother of his children was absolutely perfect! Parisa Crown was a stalk vision of perfection as she eased her curvaceous body in the scented bubble bath that Austin had drawn for her.

He had thought of everything, from the aroma candles with her favorite vanilla fragrance to her designer bubble bath that she delighted in. a
euphoric smile spread like springtime across her face as the temped bubble bath enveloped her beautiful nude body and relaxed the tension of her stressful day away.

“Oh God! You have no clue how wonderful this feels.”
She groaned as if she was having a spontaneous orgasm from the gentle caress of the tub of bubbles.

“Aren't you glad that I strong armed you into this little romantic
getaway for just the two of us?” Austin questioned, as he put on some mellow music and dimed the lights to enhance the ambience. 

“Yes!” She breathed as her
eyes closed and she squirmed her butt until she found a comfortable position in the large spa tub.

He watched her carefully, studying every move of her long eyelashes. She was stunningly gorgeous. He couldn't believe that for the most part she belonged to him. Yes! Austin was well aware of her on again off again toxic relationship with Teddy Bear Davine, but he didn't give a damn! Parisa saw Teddy on an average of four time a year, at best. The remainder of the year she was all his. He dared push her for
exclusivity! He was content to own what piece of her she was willing to relinquish.

“Is the music okay or would you like to hear something else?” He asked as he retrieved a large natural bath sponge and began to sponge water over her back.

“No, I love this. Everything is absolutely perfect!” She groaned. “God I needed this!”

“Rough day?” He asked as he gently washed her back and shoulder with the sponge.

“Yes, but it’s so much better now.” She murmured as she relaxed deeper into the tub as Austin's hand washed the lover portion of her back just above her round derrière.

“
Anything I can do to make it better?”

“No, you're already doing it. Thank you so much for this... All of this... The bath... The trip... Everything that you do for me... I hope you know how much I appreciate you and value our relationship.”

“Yeah, I do.” He answered in a low sultry voice as he gently washed her full breast, paying extra attention to her dark nipples that prickled and stiffened with each glide of the oversized sponge.

“I know sometimes I can be a little selfish when it comes to this relationship but it's important that you know that I'd never take it or you for granted. Okay?”

“Actually, I find it a little shocking.”

“What?”

“The fact that you are finally conceding that we are in a relationship.” Austin chuckled.

“You're an ass!” Prissy giggled as she flicked water on him. “You know that right?”

“Maybe so, but I know that I'm your ass!” He said as he gently sampled her lips and allowed the sponge to glide across her belly quickly heading due south. “I also know that you are an ass too... Even still I hope and pray that this fine ass of yours will one day soon be mine... All mine!”

Prissy didn't answer. Hell she couldn't answer. Austin had abandoned the sponge and was now playing a slow familiar sexy tune on her eager clit with his magic fingers. Her ass lifted from the tub as her back arched to drive her pelvis to meet his persistent hand. His tongue slipped into her mouth just as two of his fingers dipped into her hot, creamy pussy pressing deep inside.

“I love you!” She breathed against his mouth. Austin was shocked. “I've had some internal battles that warred inside of me for so many years. I'm done pretending that I don't love you.”

“Wow! Just when I thought this moment couldn't get any better.” He breathed just before his mouth smothered hers in a searing hot, deep toe curling kiss.

Prissy dug her slender fingers into his silky blonde hair and pulled his greedy mouth to hers as he continued to strum sexy note after note on her clit with his energetic hand. The sensation was mind boggling and cream flooded her sex. She wiggled her ass and thrashed her hips violently to meet the thrust and tempo of his hand as her release loomed over her ad poised itself to render her unconscious at a seconds notice.

Austin was kneeling beside the tub as water splashed over him getting him soaking wet, but he didn't care. This moment was monumental and an unexpected turning point in their relation. Never once had Parisa Crown admitted that she loved him, although he confessed his love for her daily. She was ripe for the picking and he knew that she could be his at the asking. He was overwhelmed with joy and wanted to
reciprocate by giving her a monolithic orgasm to commemorate the moment.

Without hesitation he climbed in the tub and positioned himself behind her. Reaching around he
vigorously rubbed her engorged clit with one hand while the other hand went on an expedition in search of the panic button to her erotic core. Firing a series of well-paced finger thrusts and pelvic vibrations in succession he soon had her singing first soprano in their luxury suite in the Blakes Hotel. She came hard, she came fast and she squirted her juices all over his hands as he continued to storm her greedy pussy with what it needed to reach back to back twin orgasms.

Attempting to scream with her second release Prissy noticed her voice had ceased. She was screaming but no sound flowed from her vocal cords. She panted and struggled to breathe as her orgasm overwhelmed her rendering her weak and faint. Her eyes glazed over and rolled back as they locked on Austin's eyes and desperately begged for mercy. He saw that she was done and incapable of enduring an ounce more of pleasure.

He kissed her jawline sweetly as he slowly milked her pussy of the final few squirts of its sweet cream. She collapse against him and sucked whatever air she could like a guppy out of water. He held her in silence as she slowly recovered. Minutes passed before she was completely coherent, but he remained gentle, attentive and patient.

The second he was convinced that she had regained consciousness and the ability to think and speak he pounced. “Parisa Crown I love you and I just want to know if you'd like to be my wife?”

Her eyes met his and found tears clouding them. Tears filled her quickly as she nodded and sighed a long breath. “Yes! I'd love to be your wife!”

Reaching into his soaking wet pants he produced a wet emerald green velvet ring box. Prissy watched as he opened it and produced a breathtaking reflection of his love, a five carat tear drop diamond
, mounted on a diamond band. She stared blankly at it as he carefully slipped it on her wet ring finger. It was stunning and brilliantly beautiful. The flicker of the candlelit enhanced its facets and the sparkle mesmerized her as she realized that she was officially engaged to be married.

Overwhelmed she wiped the tears from his cheeks and her eyes before smothering his
mouth with a smoldering hot kiss. Repositioning herself in the oversize spa tube to face him she slowly undressed him, tossing his soaking wet clothes carelessly to the tile floor. He stood for her to remove his pants. She marveled at his impressive manhood which jutted out proud and erect as she removed his wet boxers.

She held and caressed it fondly before slurping it into the hollows of her warm mouth. Her eyes engaged his as she performed her first blowjob as his
fiancé'. Austin was in awe of his new bride to be. Loving brushing her long black hair from her beautiful face he gazed upon her exotic features. Parisa Crown was an extraordinarily attractive women by any standards. Her full, juicy lips, which currently surrounded his dick and her high cheek bones, only complimented enticing eyes as dark and shiny as coals. Yes she was amazing and Austin was taken back and amazed that she was finally his.

“I want you to move in with me when we return to Paris.” He announced.

Her eyes widened and then pleaded with him. “I don't want to be difficult but I can't. I can't move so far from EJ and the girls, they need me. Please don't ask me to move across town and leave them, because I can't.”

“I know... That's why I purchase the house next door. The Movers are moving my things as we speak. We'll get you moved when we get back.”

“Oh thank you!” She breathed a sigh of relief.

“I know how important they are to you and I'd never ask you to leave them. Besides, you need them as much as they need you.”

“Thank you! You are more than I could ever hope for.” Prissy conceded as her eyes welled up again.

Lowering himself in the tub Austin pulled her into his lap and kissed her fully. She mounted him right there in the tub. The two newly engaged lovers bumped and grind hard against one another until their bodies succumbed to their first simultaneous, earth shattering orgasms. It would be the first of many during their brief stay in London.