Bring Me Back B.a. Paris Novels & Stories

My phone felt heavy in my hand. The unknown number still on the screen. Vivienne's voice still echoing in my head. "Enjoying Paris? See you in London."

He looked back to the middle seat and saw big grins on the faces of Miriam and Daniel. Ben got them out of the rental lot and away from the airport. Soon they were on the A series highways and made their way around Paris to the A6 south as their final stop of the day would be Beaune. For the first little while Daniel kept tabs on Catherine's car but she proved that she could easily keep the fish tank, as Ben had dubbed their van, in her sights.

Even in these fleeting snapshots, Paris had an undeniable romance to it. Our hotel—Le Grand Paris—was a magnificent historic building in what Scarlett informed me was "the absolute best part of the 8th arrondissement, darling, literally steps from everything important." The ornate façade was illuminated by tasteful lighting, highlighting the belle époque architecture and intricate stonework.

she says as she takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “Be back soon,” I grin as I step through the portal and step out into an alleyway in Paris. I walk down the alley and step out into the street. Looking around I can see the Arc de Triomphe in the distance and I immediately know where I am and how to get to where I’m going. With an extra pep in my step, I begin my trek to a little boutique not too far from here.

There was nothing wrong with that. There is no single word that I could give to describe PARIS. If I could be turned on by a single structure, a single club, this would be it. The building stuck out like a sore thumb, being tall and sleek. A masterpiece in the center of destruction. PARIS wasn’t the only place being revamped around here, but it would be the first. In a few years downtown Berkely won't even be recognizable.

She was crushing her little black clutch purse and realized she may just break the little bag as she let go of it some. Her eyes rose up to the flashing sign above them. Blinking, she leaned forward and peered up. The sign had the same design as Bastien’s tattoo. Instantly, she remembered where she’d seen it. She couldn’t breathe. Brandon had taken her here the first night they were in Paris. It was a kink club, full of dancers and people in leather. Her stomach dropped as she turned to look at the very silent Bastien. She must have looked completely stunned.

Here's the address, Brambila estate, 7th arrondissement, Paris. Hope to see you soon and congratulations once again'

I still want to have a little fun and not kill him on time, so you should return because you'll be tagged as a widow if I bump into him here in Paris. Your dearest, ;-);-) ***

She inquired, tracing the contour of my face, "No mom," I responded immediately, "I'm just too excited to see you," I added as I forced a smile to my face, which spoke more of the pain in my heart, Suddenly, her eyes lite up, she seemed to remember something, her hands gripped tightly on my fingers, "Paris," she said, "you promised to bring her back, right?" She inquired, staring desperately into my eyes, "Yes mom," I replied, nodding altogether, "I'll bring back our Paris," I added, trying hard to push down the tears that was threatening to spill,