Escape to Paris With Love (5 page)

Charmayne Harrison or Char as she loved to be called fidgeted nervously with h
er clothes as she waited for Prince Armani to arrive. He called earlier that day and asked her to meet him at the restaurant where he first proposed to her so long ago. Although their relationship had been as rocky as the shores of Misery Bay she couldn't imagine what he wanted to talk about.

Charmayne had known Armani for almost a decade now. They met their freshman year in college and she immediately fell head over ass for the charismatic, handsome young prince. Sure throughout the bulk of their relationship the international playa played her like a fine,
well-tuned Stradivari
violin.
Still none of that stopped him from proposing to the beautiful Photo Journalist after a brief breakup over one of his countless indiscretions. Seemingly, now all of that horse shit was finally in the pass. Armani was given a second chance at life and the young billionaire was determined to live an exampletory life. 

Her eyes brightened as he walked towards her with a big sexy smile on his face. Adjusting her
cleavage one last time she arched her back to point her puppies north assuring they commanded his attention and combated any and all bullshit he may even be considering spouting about postponing their wedding again.

“Hey! Wow, you look amazing!” He complimented as he softly kissed her lips.

“Good enough to eat?” She teased as she went in for seconds.

He laughed nervously as a devious grin creased his gorgeous face. “No doubt about that. What are you drinking I need a drink?” He asked as he watched the waiter relocate a couple to another table to accommodate his personal body guards so they could sit closer to him.

“I have a glass of white wine, but I could sure use a Slow Screw.” She seductively purred as she ran her leg along the side of his.

His right eye brow arched and raised slightly as she pressed her shoeless foot into his crouch and slowly massaged his dick. “Somebody is feeling extremely frisky this afternoon.” He eyed her as he methodically scanned the beautiful young woman.

“Oh yeah? I tend to get that way when I'm around you.” She snarled as she pressed on his dick even harder.

The stunningly
vivacious Charmayne was slightly tall for a woman with long toned legs that rose to a perfect round ass that would make any heterosexual dick harder than the Rock of Gibraltar stuck in an iceberg. Her natural hair was dark honey brown and she wore it long and straight with a flirty side bang. Her skin was silky smooth, the color of Carolina Pecans, and begged to be touched. It wasn't hard to see why Armani fell in love with her.

Still of late his thoughts and sadly his heart had been focused on a different woman. Oddly enough, a woman Armani wasn't one hundred percent sure he'd ever meet, let alone hold in an intimate embrace. And though he really knew nothing of substance about this woman he knew their destinies were somehow entwined and he wouldn't be completely free to live until he figured out why. So he deemed his search for her of paramount importance.
This meant that he had to make an executive decision about his relationship and engagement to Charmayne.

Armani coughed as Charmayne's feet quickly got the response from him she was looking for. His dick thickened and grew larger and stronger by the millisecond. There was no denying the fact that he could use some pussy. However to obtain it from Charmayne at this point would simply be
counterproductive and cruel.

“I can see you plan on making this hard for me.” He chuckled.

“Yeah! I think it's pretty hard about now from what I can tell.” She giggled as she massaged him with her toes.

“I can't believe I'm about to say this but....” He hesitated as he carefully gauged her reaction. “Please stop. I need to talk to you and your foot play is distracting to say the least. Besides, I'm a
Nobleman; this is highly inappropriate and completely crass behavior for even me. So, please just stop, okay?”

Charmayne huffed as she reluctantly removed her foot from the base of Armani's hard dick. “Suit yourself! It's not like it's the first time!”

“I know and I'm embarrassed that I disrespected you by allowing you to do that to me in public. I'm older, mature and more responsible than I was then. I have a lot of people looking up to me as a role model. I cannot afford a picture of you giving me a foot job beneath the table to circulate around the world. So, let’s just agree to make it our last time. Okay? But thanks for the thought... I enjoyed it while it lasted.” Spotting the waiter approach he quickly cruised the bar menu.

“Hello your
highness! I'm Charles. Can I get you something from the bar?” He bowed politely at the waist.

“Hi Charles. Can I get a Remy Martin, neat?”

“Superb Your Grace. Will there be anything else before I go sir?”

“Yes, please lose the formalities.”

“Sorry, sir... I couldn't possibly... It was the way I was raised... It would be disrespectful and my mum would faint dead away if she ever found out.”

Armani chuckled. “I understand perfectly. Okay, well at least lose the bow. It gets annoying after the third time.

“Yes sir! I'll try to make a mental note concerning that. I'll be right back with your drink your grace.”  Charles said as he started to bow and then corrected himself.

At this point Charmayne was good an pissed and ready for a fight. “I thought we were having lunch?”

“I really don't have a lot of time, but you are welcome to order whatever you like. By all means order something to eat if you are hungry.” He encouraged.

“What about you? Aren't you going to order something or are you in
too big of a rush to share a meal with me?” She challenged.

Armani hesitated before speaking. “I have a meeting on the other side of town directly after this one. Char I didn't bring you here to fight.”

“Yeah I know. You came here to call off our engagement, didn't you? Huh Armani?”

“Please lower your tone. I'd hope we could talk civilized about postponing the wedding.”

“Postponing! Again! Seriously Armani? Look if you don't want to marry me then be a man and say so! Postponing our wedding every single time the date draws near is a bitch ass move. Since when did you turn into a bitch ass bitch? Huh Armani?”

Armani reserved comment as he casually scanned the restaurant. Charmayne's tantrum was causing a scene and he didn't want to add
fuel to her inferno.

“You've changed! And I don't like it!” She yelled.

Armani's bodyguards quickly stood to attention poised to defuse the situation. He casually gave the signal for them to stand down.

“
Ever since your accident you've been different! What happened did you see God when you almost died? What is it? You're different now and I don't like it!”

“Lower your voice you're creating a disturbance.” Armani calmly responded.

“What? What the fuck ever! I don't know these damn people!”

“But they know me! So lower your damn voice and watch your damn tone before my guards haul your ass out of here by your damn throat!” Armani snarled beneath his breath his anger quickly rising to the level of hers.

“I wish you fucking would give them the order to do that. You fucking coward!” Charmayne barked. “What? What are you going to do Harrison? Huh? You going to put your hands on me, because I’m embarrassing your damn boss?”

“See... You don't get it! I don't have to give them the order. You're a menacing threat to me right now. It's their damn job to take you out. I had to give them the order to stand down! They were about to come over here and put you on your damn back. So again, watch your fucking tone!” He growled.

Charmayne knew all too well what happens when the crown prince's life is threatened or in jeopardy. She'd witnessed firsthand his guard neutralize an overzealous paparazzi who was relentlessly stalking Armani. He got a little too pushy and a little too close and the next thing she knew the paparazzi was unconscious, lying on his back with his camera practically shoved up his ass. With that in mind she quickly checked her fury and changed her tactics.

“Armani, just be honest with me. Is there someone else? Don't you love me anymore?”

“The truth of the matter is no, there is no one else. I have been faithful to you as I pledged to be. Charmayne, I love you, but I'm not really sure if I'm in love with you anymore. Sad to say I really haven't felt much more than a sexual attraction for you since my recovery. I'm sorry.”

“What? Then why did you tell me to set a new wedding date?” Charmayne interrupted.

“Out of respect for our parents. They thought it would help me regain some sense of normalcy in my life and rekindle our fire. I thought they were right, but I was wrong. I don't feel the things for you that I know that I use to feel. I'm sorry, but I can't make my heart feel something my dick tells me it should feel. I just think that we should take a break and explore other options. I know you don't want to rush into a marriage that it is doomed to fail no more than I do.”

“So now you don't even want me... Like I said, you've changed Armani.”

“And you haven't Charmayne and that's why we are having this conversation. There are places that I'm trying to go in my life and my political career that you are simply not meant to be.”

“Fuck you Armani! Okay just fuck you! Why can't you just be a fucking man and tell me that you're in love with someone else?” Charmayne hissed through smiling teeth. “Do you think I'm fucking stupid?”

Armani studied the beautiful American for a long breath. He realized that she had every right to be upset with this news. He had strung her alone in hopes of recapturing a fraction of what they use to share. He should have set her free to find true love years ago. The wedding was postponed indefinitely after his accident while he recuperated. Even though Armani was still not quite himself under the persistent urges of their parents he allowed Charmayne to set a new date.  Unfortunately, as the wedding date grew closer he had serious doubts and was forced to postpone again. Now a grand total of seven years later, reconciliation is hopeless and he is finally certain he no longer wants to marry her.

“You know what Armani?  You don't have to be a man today... I'll be the
man, okay? Fuck taking a break! The wedding is off and you and I are through!”

“Look Charmayne please don't act like this, calm down. I hoped that we could resolve this and remain friends. Please don't be this way?” He begged as he noticed people starting to whisper.

“Fuck That! I have enough damn friends! We are done! And just so you know... I've been having an affair for years! But you were too damn busy with your public duty, and your political aspirations and polishing your new found badge of honor that you didn't even fucking notice! Okay! So now! That's how you handle the situation like a man! Now what? Huh? Bitch Ass Bitch!”

Armani sighed deeply. He was fucking pissed to the Nth fucking power but he refused to let this Trick make him show his black ass in public. The waiter had quietly slipped his drink in front of him during the
confrontation. He grabbed it and downed it in one big gulp. He swallowed hard as he eyed the furious woman before him. He said not a single word as he rose from the table, retrieved his wallet from his pants' pocket, tossed a one hundred dollar bill on the table and left, leaving Charmayne there, embarrassed, infuriated and alone.

Although Armani was upset that Charmayne betrayed his trust and secretly cheated on him for years he actually was
relieved that he was finally free. Not only was he free he could walk away from Charmayne and all of her nonsense and drama with a guilt free conscience. More than ever, Armani was convinced that he would find and meet the woman who seduced him in his sleep. He was convinced that she was his soul mate and nothing or no one would stop him from making her his wife.

Prissy kept her end of the bargain and returned from London with the proof. She had a shiny new seven total karats engagement ring a new fiancé' and a new house to prove it. Now it was time for EJ to pay up and shut the hell up.

“Prissy, I don't think this is a good idea. I need a little more time. I was
supposed to help the girls with their science project tonight. You know... I think I will just call him and postpone. Yeah that's what I'll do. It's not too late is it? What do you think?” EJ babbled as she reached for her phone on the kitchen island.

“Touch that phone and I'll beat your little ass! That's what I think!” Prissy hissed beneath her breath so that the twins in the other room could not hear her, as she snatched the phone off the marble counter top before EJ could reach it. “You are going on this date! We had a deal. I kept my end of the bargain now you're going to keep yours.”

“But Prissy I just think that...”

“Shut up! It's been almost a month now. I don't give a damn what you think! Okay? You are going on this date, or so help me God I will make you marry Austin yourself! Okay you want to renege on our deal that's the consequences! You'll take this ring and you'll marry Austin and you'll move next door and cook his meals and wash his clothes and pack his lunch and suck his dick and make him a
sandwich!”

EJ burst into laughter. “Oh my God! You know dam well you don't do any of that shit except suck his dick! I am too damn through with you! OMG! I can't believe you!”

“What? Yes I do! That's what a wife does, isn't it?”

“Yeah! If her name is Wilma Flintstone! Oh my God! No wonder you have been grouchy as hell lately.” EJ laughed harder. “Did Austin make you do all of that bullshit? I can't believe you went along with it! Hell! I can't believe you haven't ran from over there screaming! OMG! How long has this been going on?”

“Since we got engaged. Austin doesn't make me do. I try to do it because I want to make him happy and show him that I can be a good wife for him. It's just... EJ, I'm not good at any of that shit! Well, except sucking his dick.”

“What about making the sandwhiches?
You're pretty good at making sandwiches.”

“Bitch Please! If I can still walk after Austin
finishes fucking me then he hasn't done his damn job! Hell, he didn't earn a damn sandwich! Trust me... Austin makes the damn sandwiches in our house, not me! Okay! And for the record that man is a sandwich making fool! So you're going on this damn date, because I love my fiancé' with his Hero Sandwich making ass!” Prissy giggled as she gave EJ a high five. “I'm just trying to find somebody to make you a sandwich or two on the regular.”

EJ doubled over in laughter. “You know Austin is just playing you with that housewife bullshit right? He just wants to see how long it's going to take before you break.”

“Girl, I broke the first week. I hired a maid and a professional cook weeks ago. The only thing I do now is make sure his knob is slobbed every night, so I can get me a sandwich.” Prissy laughed with her.

“OMG! You are silly as hell!” EJ snickered, before taking a big breath and sighing deeply. “Okay! So how do I look? Do you think he's going to like me?”

Prissy admired EJ as she fixed a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of place. “You look gorgeous. Any man would be honored to call you his woman. Just remember no sex on the first date.”

“I know your trick ass didn't just say that! Not that I have any intentions of sucking
anybody’s dick tonight, but can I ask you a question. Didn't you sleep with Austin on the first date?” EJ teased.

“Hey! Do what I say and not what I do! Besides get your facts straight. Austin and I had never been on a date! We met at one of his games and well you know the rest! So, again do as I say and not as I do. It might not turn out so well for you as it did for me.”

“Prissy, I'm nervous. How do you even know this guy? What if he's a mass murderer, a woman beater or God forbid a rapist?”

“Could you please try to be a little less dramatic?
Matias is on Austin's soccer team. The man is a professional soccer player. He's a good guy. He's a Christian, he divorced and he has a daughter the same age as your girls. I've met several times and he's a very sweet guy. Okay? I wouldn't send you on a date with someone who'd hurt you, you know that.”

“I can say one thing he is fine as hell! All I can say is DAMN!” EJ giggled. “Still,
I just don't... Priss can I tell you something?”

“Sure... You know that you can talk to me about anything. What's up?”

EJ hesitated before speaking. “I haven’t had sex with anyone except Paul. I don't even know how to have sex with anyone but Paul. I don't think I can be with another man except your brother.”

“First off... You really need to get laid. Second... You seriously need to get laid!” She teased. Gathering EJ into her arms she hugged her tight. “Thirdly I know and finally when the time is right you will. This is just a dinner date. No one is asking you to sleep with him. Okay? Just go get to
know him and have some fun. Trust your body to tell you who and when to sleep with someone. Okay?”

“Okay.” EJ breathed a sigh of release as she held her best friend closer. “I can do this. Right?”

“Hell yeah you can!” Prissy assured her. “Okay, it's almost time for him to pick you up, so I'm going to take the girls next door to spend the night with us. Call me the second you get back. Okay?”

“Don't
worry; I'm coming straight over to your house the moment I change my clothes.”

“Even better.” Prissy smiled as she kissed her friend's cheek. “Have fun and don't forget to relax and be yourself.

“Who else can I be, because EJ is nervous as hell right now?”

“Stop being cute! You know what I mean. Just relax and have some fun for once in your life. Okay? Can you do that?”

“Okay, yes I can do that.” EJ nervously replied. “And Prissy please tell me that Matias speaks English or at least French.”

“
He was born in Argentina but educated in London, so yes he speaks fluent English. He also speaks French. Okay? Stop worrying everything will be fine.” Prissy assured her.

EJ nodded affirmatively. “Okay. You're
right; everything is going to be fine.” She tried to convince herself, although she had her doubts. This was a huge step for her and she wanted the night to go as smooth as possible.