CHAPTER FORTY-TWO.
adrianna saint laurent
perspective
-
"SMILE, YOU FOOL." I groan, narrowing my eyes at my boyfriend as he stood in front of the camera, next to The Louvre with his lips pressed into a straight line.
"I just smiled," he murmurs, letting out a sigh.
"You're useless," I scoff, "Come here, let's take a selfie," I gesture him to walk to me and without uttering another word, he walks towards me stands next to me.
"Mhm, this is better," he hums, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as I lift my phone.
I smile at the camera, watching him look at me through the camera. I click our selfie. I was the one smiling at the camera while he looked down at me with a small smile. Now, that's an adorable selfie.
I put my phone in my pocket, holding onto his hand as we start walking around. I notice a flower stall and I glance at it from the corner of my eyes but before I could tell Elijah about it, he was already dragging me towards it.
We stand in front of the flower stall and I smile at the flowers in the front. I turn my head around to glance at the vases at the corner and when I turn around I see Elijah holding a bouquet of white and pink tulips towards me.
"Tulips are your favourite, aren't they?" He smiles as I take the bouquet from his hand.
I smile at him, tilting my head, "Stalker," I murmur.
"Mhm, no. I just know you well," he hums, giving a banknote to the lady, more than the bouquet was worth and she smiles at us before we walk away from her.
"Right," I hum, "Bet you read a file on me and found out all my likes and dislikes," I narrow my eyes at him, holding back my smile.
He lets out a laugh, rolling his eyes in amusement, "You were hidden from the world all your life. There's nothing about you. Even a detective can't find shit about you."
I flick my hair, smiling at him, "Damn, I do feel good about that. Feels nice to be a mystery."
"Mhm, not anymore," Elijah chuckles, "Everyone knows who you are now. Literally everyone."
I nod with a smile, "Good, as they should. Now I don't need to waste any energy to introduce myself to people."
"I like that mindset," he murmurs as he looks into my eyes, grinning at me.
"You better because you're stuck with this," I grin, pointing to myself while my gaze drifts to the aroma coming out of the bakery nearby.
"Wanna get something from the bakery?" I arch an eyebrow at him and he looks at the bakery in front of us.
"No matter what I'll say, you'll drag me there anyway," he shrugs with a roll of his eyes.
"Well said, love," I grin, pulling onto his hand as I drag him to the bakery. He pushes the door open for me, holding it open for us and the lady behind us. I walk in and look at the heavenly-smelling food in front of me.
"What do you want?" I glance at him, watching him stare at the various types of bread, cookies, and muffins in front of us.
"Mhm, I'll have whatever you'll have," he hums, glancing back at me.
I chuckle, glancing at the baked goods, "Well, I'm gonna buy one of each. So are you willing to eat all that?"
He blinks, widening his eyes at me in surprise, "Never mind, I'll just have one Éclair."
"Great, now I can finally order what I want. I just wanted to know what you wanted," I smile, watching him narrow his eyes at me.
"That's an interesting way of asking me to tell you what I want," he murmurs, watching me order the food.
"Well, you wouldn't have told me what you wanted if I didn't use this method," I shrug, pushing his card back, paying with my card instead.
"Merci," I smile at the lady, taking the paper bag, containing our food, in my hand as we leave the bakery.
"Should we go to the park and eat?" I arch an eyebrow at him as I point to the park in front of us.
"Yeah, sure. It doesn't look too crowded," he glances at the park, taking the paper bag in his hand as we start walking towards the park.
"I see a bench under that tree," I point to the tree a few metres away from us, he follows my gaze and nods.
We walk towards the bench and take our seats on the bench. We keep the stuff in the middle as I lean back. I move my legs up and cross my legs on the bench, turning around to face Elijah.
I open the bag, taking the food out. I grab a macaron from the box and take a bite, watching Elijah take a bite on his Éclair.
"God, I missed eating this," I sigh in happiness, finishing the macaron box.
Elijah blinks at me, "You eat like a lion," he murmurs, staring at the box, processing the fact that I had just finished eating ten macarons in two minutes.
"I was hungry," I roll my eyes at him, taking a sip from the juice can.
"You ate a full-course breakfast meant for two people. And you're hungry again? This isn't surprising. At all," he murmurs, chuckling at me.
That was like six hours ago, bitch," I scoff, rolling my eyes at him.
"Didn't realise time went that quickly," he chuckles.
"Mhm. Well, I know both of us don't like grand gestures but I got you something," I smile, digging my hand into my pocket as I remove a jewellery box.
"Oh, no. You did not," he murmurs, letting out a groan as I push the box towards him, grinning at him.
"It's a small gift," I smile at him, keeping the box in his hands.
"Cartier?" He murmurs, glancing at the brand name on the box, "Small gift, right."
"Take it or I'll punch you." I smile at him.
"That's a nice way to talk to your boyfriend on our anniversary," he murmurs, opening the box.
"I know," I throw him an innocent smile.
"Thank you," he smiles at me as he stares at the silver bracelet chain in the box, "I love it."
"Not more than me, right?" I tease as I remove the bracelet from the box and put it on his wrist.
"Debatable," he grins.
I gasp, narrowing my eyes at him, "Give it back."
He tilts his head, smiling at me, "Your love or the bracelet?"
I roll my eyes at him, smiling at him, "Keep them both, you fool."
"Mhm, I prefer to keep you by my side every second," he smiles, moving his face closer to me, kissing my lips.
"You already do that," I smile at him, flicking his forehead.
"Mhm, in a way," he murmurs, finishing the drink before shooting the can towards the bin and I watch the can plunge into the bin perfectly.
"How did you do that?" I arch my eyebrow at him, staring at him in confusion.
"Are you talking about the can I just threw?" He chuckles, watching me nod my head, "That was nothing."
"Uh, the aim was perfect," I scoff, holding my empty can in my hands, narrowing my eyes at the trash can, "I want to try that."
"Make sure not to cause any damage," he laughs as I move my hand back, aiming to throw the can in the bin.
"Oh, shut up. I won't," I groan, throwing the can in the air, hoping it would go in the bin.
I gasp as I watch the empty can hit a man's bald head and Elijah lets out a laugh.
The man turns around, holding the can in his hand as he glares at me, mostly at Elijah who was laughing at the scene.
"Je suis désolée!" I shout, pressing my lips into a thin line. I sigh in relief once I see the man roll his eyes at us before throwing the can in the bin and walking away.
"Perfect aim. You hit the centre of his head," Elijah breathes out before he starts to laugh again.
I narrow my eyes at him, slapping his shoulder, "Stop laughing," I frown, "It was not funny."
"So you wouldn't laugh if I threw a can at a bald head?" He chuckles, grinning at me.
"I mean, he did get a red spot on the centre of his bald head," I mutter, staring into his eyes as a smile breaks out on my lips.
We stare at each other for a few seconds, grinning at each other before we started laughing.
"Oh my days," I breathe out as I stop laughing, grinning at him, "His face was priceless."
"Mhm, I bet his head is priceless now since you hit it with a can," he muses, "Bet he's gonna remember this all his life."
"Well, he better," I smile, getting up from the bench since we were done eating. I hold out my hand for him to hold.
He holds my hand and tightens his grip on my hand. Instead of getting up, he pulls on my hand, making me sit on his lap.
"How Elijah of you," I roll my eyes at him in amusement, a smile making its way on my lips as he wraps his arms around me.
"Why thank you," he smiles, "I didn't get to kiss you enough today," he murmurs against my neck, tracing his fingers down my back.
"Enough?" I chuckle, "Baby, you kissed me like ten times and more. You're addicted to my lips."
"Uh-uh, I'm addicted to everything about you," he whispers, "Fucking everything. You have no clue."
I move my lips closer to his but I pull away, shaking my head at him with a teasing smile, "You got too many kisses for the day."
He scoffs, rolling his eyes, "Oh, fuck me."
I tilt my head with a smile, "Gladly. I know you wanted me to ever since you said that in the Chemistry class."
"Thought you said I wasn't your type?" He teases, a smirk playing on his lips.
I roll my eyes at him, "Might have lied but you're kinda hot so you're my type."
"So who do you find the hottest?" He arches his eyebrow at me in amusement, waiting for my reply.
I smile, digging into my pocket to get my phone, "Hold up, let me get my list," I open my notes and look at the names of all the hot men.
"Drew Starkey, Rudy Pankow, Dylan O'Brien, Mason Mou-."
Elijah puts his finger on my lips, "Damn, how long is that list?" He widens his eyes at the list on my phone.
"I don't know, dude. It gets longer each day," I shrug, smiling at him.
"Mhm, I'll see if you have a chance against the first person on my list," I chuckle, grinning at him.
He snorts, "And who's that? Tom Holland?"
I shake my head with a grin, "Close. He's second though but he's British as well."
"Yeah? Who's that?" He murmurs and I could sense the impatience in his tone, "If he's another actor, I swear I'll sue his company," he grumbles.
"He's Elijah Winchester. My British boyfriend," I smile, showing him the first name on the list.
He blinks, glancing at his name on the list before looking at me with a smile on his lips, "You're adorable. I feel better now that I'm the first one on the list," he smiles confidently.
"You'll always be first to me," I smile, getting off his lap, watching him stand up after me.
"Don't kill me with your words," he mutters, "Our day still has not finished yet."
"I was thinking..." I hum, glancing at him as he picks up the empty paper bag, throwing it into the bin.
"Yes?" He hums, walking towards me, putting his arm around me.
"Do you want to visit Cannes? It's been a long time since I visited my villa there. Are you up for that?" I look at him, waiting for his reply.
He nods with a smile, "You know that I would never say no to you. I would follow you everywhere you go."
I let out a laugh, "Like a dog?"
He rolls his eyes at me, grinning at me, "More loyal than a dog."
I whistle, looking impressed, "Damn, I got myself a loyal one, huh?"
He smiles, "You're stuck with me. Forever."
I tilt my head at him with a smile, "Till death do us apart?"
"Till death do us apart," he repeats.
"Bet you'll follow me to Hell," I roll my eyes in amusement.
"Did you just read my mind?" He blinks.
"Oh my days," I laugh, shaking my head at him.
I glance at the river and the boats in front of us before grinning at Elijah.
Before I could even ask, Elijah speaks first, "Alright, let's go on a boat trip."
"You know me so well," I smile at him as we walk towards the front, buying tickets for us. We step on the Seine River Evening Cruise, walking towards the back and take our seats, preparing ourselves for the two-hour-long sightseeing trip.
Elijah was sitting opposite me, staring outside the window, looking over the view with a smile.
"It's a nice view, right?" I chuckle, leaning my jaw on my hand as I stare at the smile on his face. His smile was enough to make my day, letting all my tiredness vanish into thin air.
"Mhm, it's very beautiful," he smiles at me as the boat soon starts moving.
"Well, you're gonna see more of Paris now," I grin once I hear a woman talking about the sight around us through the speakers.
"Mhm, I know," he smiles glancing at the places around us as the tour begins.
The sun had set when the boat tour ended. We didn't bother going to a restaurant to eat dinner since we were already full from the three meals we ate during the cruise.
We take the taxi to my penthouse and reach within a few minutes. Elijah holds my hand as we enter the elevator, leading to my penthouse.
"It was a good day. Today was fun," I smile as I unlock the door, walking into my penthouse.
"The day hasn't even ended," he smiles, "I made some dessert for us before we left. Let's have that after we take a shower."
"What? Really?" I grin at him, "You're the best!" I kiss his cheek, putting the bouquet in the vase before running up to take a shower since I couldn't wait to taste the dessert he had made.
I grab a lingerie set and a silky robe before walking into the bathroom. I remove my clothes and throw them into the shower before hopping into the shower.
I take a quick shower before drying myself. I pull the robe over my body and give my hair a quick blow-dry.
I walk downstairs and search for him. I notice the balcony door open and walk towards it, noticing Elijah sitting on the table set on the balcony.
There was crème brulée served for both of us on the table and I grin at him as I take my seat, noticing he was shirtless with only grey joggers on.
"Have a taste. Tell me how it is," he grins, gesturing towards the dessert.
"Mhm, I bet it's gonna be lacking sugar, like you," I tease, grabbing the spoon as I dig in, tasting the crème brulée.
"Perfect," I mutter, letting my taste buds devour the sweetness, "You made this on your first go?" I gasp.
"Mhm, just followed the recipe," he murmurs, smiling.
"Well, it's damn good. You sure that you didn't order it from the restaurant?" I muse, teasingly grinning at him.
"Nope," he tilts his head, "I can make one for you again. I'm not a bad cook like Kota," he chuckles, rolling his eyes.
"He can light a house on fire with his cooking skills," I roll my eyes at the thought of Kota.
He smiles, letting out a chuckle, "Oh, forget about him for now."
I watch him move his hand to his pocket, removing a box from his pocket. I blink, watching him stand up and walk towards me.
"I didn't know when to give this to you so I guess this is the right time," he chuckles, opening the box, taking the gold necklace in his hand.
"Seriously?" I chuckle, smiling at him as he hooks the necklace around my neck, tucking my hair out.
"Seriously," he smiles, kissing my cheek.
I hold at the golden ornament dangling on the chain, smiling at the golden north star with a diamond at the centre.
"North star, huh?" I smile at him, standing up on my feet to kiss his cheek.
"You're my star," he smiles, "The north star represents hope and luck, and that's what you mean to me."
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, "So do you wanna be my star? My lucky star?"
"Gladly," I whisper against his lips before brushing my lips against his.
He puts his hand on the side of my neck, caressing my cheek with the other while his tongue explores my mouth. His hand moves to my back, moving all around my body.
I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before.
My heart keeps skipping beats but my hands cannot bring him close enough and I realise how much I've been starving for his touch.
He breaks the kiss, gazing into my soul, "If we continue, then I don't think I'll be able to stop," he whispers against my lips.
"Don't stop. Do whatever you want to do to me," I whisper, kissing his neck.
He glances at my lips before looking into my eyes, "Do you know what you're asking for?"
"I know," I smile, looking into his eyes, "I want you. Only you."
He bites his lip, "Are you sure? I don't want you to regret any of this."
"I don't regret doing anything with you," I smile, watching him move his hands to my waist.
He smiles, shaking his head, lifting me into his arms.
He carries me to the bedroom, keeping me on the bed as he climbs on the bed, pinning my hands over my head, kissing my neck.
He moves his hands to my robe's silky belt, untangling the knot while I move my hands to his chest, moving them down, feeling his abs under my hands, our lips still locked.
I sit up on the bed as he takes the silky robe off my body, leaving me in my black lingerie set. His eyes travel up and down my body while his hands move to my back.
He starts kissing my neck while his hands fumble with the hook of my bra. He bites on my shoulder once he unhooks my bra, pulling it off my chest before throwing it on the floor.
He licks his bottom lip as he stares at my breasts. He grabs my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple while he moves his face to my other breast, licking my nipple before sucking on it. And I move my head back, sighing in pleasure.
He moves his hand lower, playing with the hem of my underwear before pulling them down, throwing it on the floor, leaving me completely naked.
He inserts his two fingers inside me, rubbing them inside of me while I let out a moan, moving my hands down his back.
He removes his fingers from inside me and licks them, smirking at me, giving my breast a little squeeze.
"Your turn," I murmur, moving my hands to his joggers, pulling them down. He takes them off, throwing them on the floor, leaving him with only his boxers.
He puts his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down, pressing my back against the bed. He pulls his boxers off and I eye him, bottom to top, taking the size in.
It was bigger than I thought.
"Still wanna continue?" He teases, moving his hand to the drawer next to us, grabbing a packet of condom and opening it.
"Shut that mouth. Hurry up and fuck me," I roll my eyes and he cups my breast with his hand, squeezing it while rubbing his thumb over my nipple.
"What's the rush, my love?" He chuckles, kissing my neck, putting his weight on me.
I take a sharp breath in, digging my nails into his back once I feel him enter me without any warning.
"Bitch," I hiss, glaring at him as I adjust to his size.
"You told me to hurry up," he teases, placing his face in between my breasts, placing kisses as he moves down to my lower stomach.
"Elijah," I moan, clenching my eyes shut as he enters me again, making me curl my toes in pleasure as he plunges in and out of me, making me arch my back a little.
"Say my name again" he whispers in my ear, fingering me. Hard and rough. Just like how I liked it.
"Make me," I whisper. moving my hands all around his chest, feeling his heart thump under my touch.
"Fuck," I gasp, feeling him enter me again, moving inside me and I couldn't help but moan due to the pleasure building up inside me.
"You're so fucking good at this," I mutter, "How many girls did you sleep with?" I roll my eyes at him as he pulls himself out, throwing the condom in the bin.
He lets out a laugh, "I'll take that as a compliment because this is my first time. You're the first woman I slept with. No one else."
I blink, widening my eyes at him.
"What about you?" He hums, "Was I better than your ex-boyfriends?" He traces his fingers in circles on my stomach.
"You just took my virginity, arsehole."
We look at each other, blinking before we start laughing. He falls on the bed, next to me, pulling me on top of him.
My breasts press against his chest as I lay on top of him, playing with his curls. His one hand rests on my back while the other plays with my breast.
"Where did you get those condoms out of nowhere?" I ask, arching my eyebrow at him.
He bites his lip, "My mum forced me to buy them and take them."
I let out a laugh, "Celine did that?"
The smile on my lips only widens when he nods, lowering his gaze.
Elijah glances at the chain on my neck, holding the ornament in his fingers, smiling at the north star.
"Happy one month anniversary, Adrianna," he smiles, kissing my breast, "I love you."
I smile, brushing my lips over his, "I love you too, Eli."
"Care for another round?" He teases, biting his lip.
I roll my eyes at him, "You horny little shit," I mutter, "Go on," I smile at him before he flips me down on the bed for another round.
don't hate on me cause i can't write smut. i tried okay😔✋🏽
next chapter is the last chapter😃👍🏽