Chapter-34: Eiffel Tower

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"Please Antonio. Please! Please!" I pleaded.

He sighed and looked at me. I pouted and whispered 'please' again.

"Fine." He said defeated.

I squealed and hugged him.

"Thank you, thank you." I said. I really wanted to jump like some 10 year old girl who got to meet her favorite Disney princess. I finally convinced him to take me to Eiffel Tower.

"I'll pass."Tristan said and took the Manila folder, which consisted the 'proof', and settled himself in the passenger seat of the SUV.

Valentino chuckled and shook his head.

"I think I'll pass too." He said and nodded his head at Antonio and walked back towards the car and drove away.

I smiled over sweetly and looked at Antonio.

"Can we go now?" I said innocently.

"Come on." Antonio said taking my hand.

Antonio signaled for taxi. When we settled ourselves, Antonio told the driver our destination. It was pretty funny though. Antonio didn't know French, so he just said 'Eiffel Tower' and that too as if he was commanding one of his men.

There was comfortable silence in the taxi for some time. We were both busy in admiring the beauty of the Romantic city.

"So what's our next destination?" I asked, looking at him.

"Greece." He said and looked out of the window.

Huh? What's wrong with him?

I hesitantly took his hand and squeezed, he looked at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's nothing." He said and smiled a bit.

"Hey! You can tell me." I said and smiled.

He was about to say something when the taxi stopped moving, when I looked outside; I realized that we were at our destination. I got out of the car and slowly walked in front of the tower.

It was so huge.

I sensed a presence behind me and I turned around.

"Hey!" I smiled, looking at his expression.

He was staring at me.

"What?" I asked softly. I noticed the distance between us, which was much less now; my feet were touching his.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked, he caressed my cheek with his hand and I leaned into his hand.

"I am not doing anything." I whispered. I bit my lip and his attention snapped to my lips.

I could feel his breath on my forehead.

I was tempted to kiss him but I pulled myself away.

"Antonio what are we doing? What is this?" I asked, gesturing between him and me.

He was looking at me as if I'd grown two heads.

I was waiting for him to say something, to confess his feelings. But alas! He didn't say anything; he just kept staring at me.

I wanted to curl onto the sidewalk and bawl like a child. I tried to keep my expression blank but still tears stung my eyes.

"That's what I thought." I murmured and turned away. I started to walk away towards the Eiffel tower but someone grabbed my wrist.


I could recognize his hand anywhere.

Big, callous, warm hands.

He turned me around with so much force, that I fell into his chest. I was completely leaning into him. He curled his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck.

"I wanted you from the first time I saw you." he whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe.

I shivered from that touch. My legs felt like jell-o. If it wasn't for Antonio, I would have melted right there.

Then he pulled away and cupped my cheeks and rubbed his thumb on my cheek.

A blush creeped its way from my neck to cheeks.

He chuckled.

"I love your blush." He breathed.

"Now come on. I am taking you to our first date lunch." He said, taking my hand and walking towards the elevators.


"Yumm Delish!" I exclaimed, scraping the last sugary and crunchy part of Crème Brule.

We were in one of the restaurants on Eiffel Tower.

Antonio just chuckled and signaled for check.

"It was an amazing date. Thank you." I said and smiled brightly. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles.

After taking care of bill we walked out of the restaurant and boarded the elevator for the top floor of the tower.

There were other people also, visiting and admiring the beauty of one of the romantic place.

"It's so beautiful." I murmured, looking down from the top floor of the tower.

"Not as beautiful as you." Antonio said from behind me. He took a hold of my waist and turned me around.


Then he kissed me.

We kissed in the most romantic country and romantic place.

It was a sweet and savory kiss, his soft and warm lips, moving slowly over mine. Once his lips touched mine, I forgot about everything, all the worry and tension; I lost myself in that kiss.

It was perfect.

We were so engrossed in the kiss that we didn't notice all the commotion going on there.

A gunshot snapped us from our 'kissing session'.

Instantly terror washed over me.

I gasped.

All the tourists that were there were held by some armed men and some were in front of us.

"Well, well, well! Look what have we got here!" a man with white blond hair and blue eyes said. He had a scar running down the side of cheek.

His blue eyes were filled with amusement when he saw Antonio shoving me behind him.

"Come with us or they all will be dead." The man with white hair said in a lower voice.


What are we going to do?


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