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Paris
We arrived in Paris a little after midnight
the day following Alice’s exit from the palace. Bella was so excited as we took
a private limo from the airport to the Four Seasons, George V. Her face was
pressed to the window, trying to see as much of the city as she could. “Cherie, we’re going to see Paris. I
promise. You don’t need to leave nose prints on the glass,” I teased, chuckling
quietly.
“Hush,” she said, blindly smacking at me.
“Prior to being in Gevalia, the only time I left the country was going to
Mexico for spring break. I saw the inside of bars at night and boiled my body
on the beach during the day. It was fun, but not very cultured. I tried to convince my roommates to do more interesting
things besides getting sloshed and finding random dudes to fuck, but I was
deemed a stick in the mud.”
“You are hardly that, love,” I said, tugging
her into my lap and rolling down the window. “La Tour Eiffel …”
“Oh, wow,” she breathed, her hands gripping
the door. “So beautiful. Can we go up it? I mean, with you being a royal …
don’t we need security?”
“We do have security. Alec is driving the car
and will act as the head of security while we’re on our trip,” I explained. “We
can’t be like regular tourists because of my status as a royal, but we will do
as much as we can. Tomorrow … or rather, later today … I plan on spoiling you.
Ever been to Chanel?”
“Masen,” she growled, turning to look at me,
her brown eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to be spoiled. This trip is enough.”
“Well, since we have a black-tie event at the
Louvre tomorrow evening. You need something to wear,” I smiled. “What else can I
have you wear? The best …”
“You little sneak,” she huffed, giving me an
adorable little scowl. “There’s a black-tie event at the Louvre?”
“Some fundraiser for orphaned children, giving
them arts education and outlets for their creativity. My parents were supposed
to go, but they are sending me instead since we’re in town,” I chuckled, my
lips ghosting over her neck.
“I don’t want to embarrass you, Masen,” she
whispered, her eyes swirling with trepidation. “I’m … not royalty. I’m not you.
I’m just me.” She shrugged, idly playing
with the watch around my wrist.
“You’re not me. That would really fucking
weird,” I teased, sliding my mouth up to her earlobe and flicking it with my
tongue. She shuddered, melting against me as my arms slid around her tiny body.
I turned her head to face me and I stared at her, smiling tenderly. “Bella, you
could never embarrass me. I’m proud to be on your arm. I’ve never loved anyone
as much as I love you.”
She blinked, looking at me and her eyes were
swimming with tears. There was disbelief and shock in her expression. She’d
been loved by her father but her sister had torn her down so much that she
didn’t trust anything or anyone. She truly believed that she was a whore and
incapable of being loved. With a watery smile, she slid her arms around my neck
and cuddled against me for remaining few moments we were in the car. The
Mercedes pulled up to the rear of the hotel, where the concierge was waiting
for us.
Alec parked the car, opening the door and
helping Bella and I out of the car. She managed to pull herself together,
sliding her purse over her head and taking my hand. The concierge, a stuffy
French man named Jacques, approached us. He prattled to me in French and I
smiled softly, accepting his gushing excitement about hosting a royal in the
George V. Alec produced an NDA which the concierge signed. With a curt nod, we
were led up to the beautiful suite I’d booked for our three days in Paris.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Bella said. “I
smell like plane.”
“It was a private jet, love,” I smirked.
“It’s still a plane, with recycled air,” she
retorted, arching a brow. She glided toward our bags and tugged out her
toiletry bag along with something sheer and lacy. “I’ll be out soon, baby.”
“Do you need me to wash your back?” I asked,
giving her a devilish grin.
“I think I got that,” she snickered. “I am
hungry, though. The snack on the plane wasn’t very filling.”
“That I can do,” I said, cupping her cheek.
Gevalian Private Jet
Alec, head of security and Masen's valet for the trip
Georges V
Bella's lingerie
Cartier
Chanel
Louboutin
Bella's dress
Bella's hair
Masen's tuxedo
Irina's husband
Disgraced Gevalian lady, Irina (Lady Kathryn's aunt)
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