Chapter 6

Synestra’s P.O.V.

Is he asking me to go away with him? Should I go? My mind was racing.  Part of me wanted to say yes, part of me knew I shouldn’t. I thought about what my best friends would say. I knew Aly would tell me to go while making some comment about sleeping with him. Albert would tell me I was crazy for considering it since I had only just met him last night.  Something about him made me feel like I could trust him. I felt safe with him. 

“I’m sure I could come up with an excuse, but I would need to go home and pack.” I told him

“No need,” He smiled. “We will get you clothes when we land. Afterall Paris is known for their fashion”

“Wait, are you serious” I asked him. “Paris?”

“Yes, I have some business there and thought you might enjoy coming along with me.”  He said grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. 

Just a few minutes later we were pulling into a private hangar at the airport. There was a small personal plane and a pilot waiting to greet us. The pilot ushered us into the plane. A flight attendant handed each of us a drink and Damien took his seat as I began to look around. The plane was magnificent. There were six very comfortable looking seats with tables between them, a full kitchen, a bedroom with a king sized bed, and a bathroom with a shower. I took a seat next to Damien.

“Is this yours?” I asked him, gesturing to everything around us.

“Is it too much?  Sometimes I forget my lifestyle can be a bit much when you aren't used to it.” He apologized

“No it’s perfect, I feel like a princess.” I smiled.  I looked around and noticed a shelf of books. I looked through them, mostly classics. When I came across Macbeth I pulled it from the shelf and went back to my seat to settle in for the rest of the flight.

“Macbeth? That's a great one.” Damien commented on my choice.

“It has always been my favorite Shakespeare play. I can't believe you have it here.” I settled into the book.  Several hours later we were landing in Paris. 

“Mr. Raines, we have received word from the airport, news of your arrival has gotten out. Paparazzi and fans are surrounding the airport. I have contacted the security team, they will be meeting us there.” Amanda, The flight attendant told us. The door to the plane opened and Damien stepped out waving. I peeked around the corner seeing flashes everywhere. There were hundreds of people gathered, a narrow pathway to the limo lined by huge security guards. Girls were screaming Damien’s name, he really seemed in his element. He turned to look at me and extended his hand for me to come with him. I placed my hand in his and nervously stepped into the light. Flashes went off all over, I squinted trying to see with the blinding lights.  Damien led me down the stairs and to the limo. Reporters were screaming questions all around us. Damien, what sparked the surprise trip to paris?  Damien, will you be performing? Damien, who is the girl? Are you dating? Mademoiselle, tell us about yourself, how do you know Damien? 

Damien squeezed my hand reassuringly as he opened the door to the limo for me. I dove in quickly, feeling relieved  to be away from the craziness that we just experienced. I couldn't help but wonder if this is what his life was always like. Is this what my life would be like if we were together? 

“I’m so sorry about that, but I promise this trip will not all be like that. Let's get you to the hotel, I am sure you need some rest while I handle business.” He said pressing a kiss to my cheek. We arrived at the hotel and Damien walked me to my room. He opened the door and I walked in to see dozens of beautiful outfits and dresses that looked as if they had just left the runway. The room was filled with flowers and candy.  There had to be at least a hundred bouquets of different types of flowers. I turned to Damien and the smirk on his face clearly showed he had set all of this up. 

“This is too much, I appreciate it but we are only going to be here a few days.” I told him.

 “I want you to have the best that Paris has to offer. I also had the staff run you a warm bubble bath. There are a few essential oils and candles in the bathroom to choose from to enhance your bath. Feel free to order anything you want from room service.  This is a two bedroom suite so choose whichever room you would like. I will be back later.”  He wrapped his arm around my waist and brought me to him.  I wrapped my arms around him and inhaled his scent.  He smelled of mahogany and spice. His scent alone made a heat begin to form between my legs. He tilted my head up to look him in his eyes. My lips parted slightly. I could see his eyes trailing over my mouth. He moved his hand to grip the back of my neck and pulled me in, his lips landing softly on mine. My tongue licked his lips and he opened allowing me access. He moved his tongue against mine and his hands caressed my breasts. I let out a small moan. He pulled away slowly looking me in my eyes.  

“Synestra, I am sorry but I have to leave before this gets any further, or else I may never be able to drag myself away from you.” he pressed one last kiss to my lips as he turned to leave.

I made my way to the bathroom, I slipped out of my clothes and into the bubble bath. I leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling the stress of the day melting away from me.  I looked around at the lavish hotel room I was in and couldn’t believe this was real. A girl like me, a virtual nobody, being pampered in a 5 star hotel in Paris with a world famous rock star. I pinched myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.  Hearing my phone ring I decided it was time for me to get out of the bath. I had spent too much time in there, the water was beginning to get cold and my fingers had begun to wrinkle like a prune. I wrapped myself in the plush white robe I found in the bathroom and wandered back to the room I had placed my things. I picked up my phone to see several missed calls and texts. Opening the text messages I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Aly had sent me about ten messages.  Omg I cant believe he picked you up from school.  Krystal was furious. Albert is very worried, he doesn't trust Damien. Syn, where are you? Syn, is everything ok haven't heard from you in a bit.  OMG Syn, you are all over social media, “The mystery woman on Damien Raines’ arm in Paris”  Really Syn?? Paris, and you didn't even tell me!  I guess I better call her back.

I dialed the phone and she picked up almost immediately. “Syn, what the actual fuck? You went to Paris with him and didn't mention it to me? 

“Sorry, it wasn't planned, he surprised me with the trip and I couldn't say no.” I explained.

“Did you even tell your mom? What about school? How long will you be gone?” She shot questions at me in rapid fire.

“Mom is at a nursing conference, I will be back before she gets home. I need you to cover for me at school. Tell them I am sick or something and get my assignments for me please.” I begged.

“Look Syn, you know I am usually all for breaking the rules and having fun but you barely know this guy and you go all the way to Paris with him and don't even tell anyone. I hate to sound like my lame brother but it's not safe.” 

“I know I’m sorry,” I apologized “I should have told you. But Aly, it’s so different with him.  I feel so safe and I feel like a different person. He makes me feel confident and free. Like I can do anything, there are no rules. It feels dangerous and I love the adrenaline rush I get with him. Plus you should see the view from this room.” I told her as I pulled the curtains back. “There is a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower.  It's so beautiful all lit up at night.”

“I’m happy for you Syn you deserve it just be careful. Don't let your guard down, I know he seems perfect, hopefully he is, but don't be too trusting just yet ok.” she warned

“I will be careful. Talk to you tomorrow.” I promised.

I closed the curtain and walked back to the bed. I looked down to see a folded note with my name on it laying on the bed. That definitely wasn’t there a minute ago right? I hadn't heard anyone enter the room. I stepped out of the bedroom into the main living room. I didn't see any of the housekeeping staff. “Damien, are you back?” I called out with no response. I went back into the bedroom grabbing the mace from my purse and began looking around the entire suite.  Someone had to have been in here, but how could I not have heard them.  I checked behind doors, in closets, under beds, in the shower. There was no one. I went back to the bedroom to read the note.

Synestra,                                    

Welcome to Paris. I hope you enjoyed your relaxing bath. You may feel safe with Damien but you are not.  No one can keep you safe now. A storm is coming. I am coming. See you soon!

-S