LOGINBruceI took the car key and got into the car with Natasha. I drove off instantly with no exact destination in mind. I wasn't myself at all.As I drove, I could notice Natasha's eyes on me. Whenever I turned to look at her, she would take her eyes off me.Keeping a hand on the steering, I called Kelvin again.“Reporters just invaded the hotel I am staying in. How did the information spill?” I asked quickly.“It must have been from someone in the hotel. Where are you now?” Kelvin asked.“I am driving right now with no destination in mind. I don't think it's wise to go to another hotel right now. Don't I have any private property in Paris?” I asked carefully.Kelvin knew more about the properties that I owned than myself.“You own a villa in Paris,” Kelvin replied.“I will check and send you the exact address.”“Good. I hope it is still well secured?” I asked.“All your villas are well secured,” Kelvin answered. “Moreover, your grandmother used it two months ago during her trip to Paris
NatashaI woke up the next morning with a hangover. As I sat up, I stretched and yawned before I opened my eyes to see Bruce who was staring at me with deadly eyes.I was taken aback at once and it took me time to calm myself.“Is something wrong?” I asked out of concern.“I ordered some soup just in case you might suffer from a hangover,” Bruce said sweetly which contrasted the gaze he had earlier.I stood up and walked towards him.“Thanks for the soup. I really needed it,” I said as I walked to the table where he placed it.“And that's the problem!” Bruce exclaimed.“You shouldn't be needing hangover soup in the first place.” I turned back soberly,“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have drank that much.”“No, you didn't drink much,” Bruce replied with a smile.Now I couldn't even tell if he was angry or happy.“I didn't cause any trouble, did I?” I asked carefully.“No, you didn't,” Bruce replied sweetly. “Ah, except from going from table to table to drink their beers directly from their bot
Bruce“Look at this face…” I pointed to myself. “Is there really something better in this world? Be honest with yourself.”Natasha stared at me and studied my face calmly. I was sure she would give a favorable response.“It doesn't look that special to me,” she muttered. “Moreover, we are here for a movie. We should focus on that. Our chatter might be disturbing others.”“But there is nobody on our row,” I argued. Natasha checked for herself now.We were about ten in the spacious cinema so we gave ourselves a lot of space. There was no way anyone else would hear our chatter.“I still want to watch the movie,” Natasha turned to the screen.“Go ahead. I will take a nap. I'm not used to such perverted stuff, you know,” I teased her.I closed my eyes before I would see Natasha's glare.** About an hour later, the movie ended. Natasha and I didn't have any plans in particular but the day was still young and it would be a waste to spend the rest of it cooped up in our hotel room.“Should we
NatashaBruce and I walked on the streets of Paris side by side. I could tell he was walking slowly intentionally so he could match my slow footsteps.Bruce has always been a gentleman, I knew that very well.“Should we take a break?” I asked as I pointed at a café.“No,” Bruce replied blandly. I was originally in a good mood but thanks to Bruce's rejection, I had regained my senses.I began to walk faster now, eager to get this over with. Bruce didn't have trouble matching my pace.“Listen carefully…” he said. I turned to him and he muttered,“Face your front and don't turn back. Just keep walking as you have been so far.” I wondered what had just happened.Anyway, I did as he wanted.“What is it?” I asked as I walked.“Someone has been on our trail for a while,” Bruce told me calmly.“Don't turn your head to see.”“I won't,” I replied nervously. “Do you know who sent the person?”“I don't,” Bruce muttered. “It could be my grandmother… if she is the one, the person is just here to ta
Abigail“I want updates!” I exclaimed as I grabbed my cup of tea.I turned to Maria now whose head was bowed.“They haven't done much, madam. They only arrived yesterday and they had dinner which the hotel restaurant provided.They haven't gone out today. I will inform you when they do,” Maria replied calmly.I wasn't having it at all.“But they have somewhere to be today, don't they?” I asked.“Yes, they will start their day at Montmartre & Sacré-Cœur which is one of the most romantic neighborhoods in Paris.They will stroll the cobblestone streets hand in hand, visit the Basilica of Sacré-Cœur for the breathtaking city views, stop by Le Mur des “Je t’aime”, the ‘I love you’ wall for a sweet honeymoon photo and have brunch at a local café.That's their plan for the morning,” Maria explained.I smiled widely. Maria always paid attention to detail and I loved that.“Make sure they go through with the plans. I know Bruce, that kid might opt out the last minute,” I muttered.“I doubt tha
Natasha“I'm not sure. Is there something you want?” Bruce asked regarding food.When I move closer to him, he turned away and I don't know the reason. I walked even closer regardless and took the menu from him.“French food for dinner…” I muttered.“We can still do American food. The hotel is owned by my company so I'm sure there are dinners for people like us,” Bruce suggested.“No, I didn't come all the way to Paris to eat the same thing I have been eating!”I rejected his offer.“We should have it the French way tonight. How about the first course? It sounds interesting.”“It will be delicious,” Bruce accepted.I watched as he called it in and only then do I begin to walk around, admiring the artwork in the room. Bruce sat down at the bar, toying with his glass of whiskey.By ‘toying’, I meant he didn't drink from it, he only held it for a long time. I walked up to him calmly and asked,“Do you need a drinking buddy?”“No,” he smiled as he dropped the glass.“Dinner would soon arr







