"Who eats ice cream like that?" I looked at Paul who was chewing the cone instead of eating it normally
"You scream?" he replied with his mouth full, looking at me
"I what?"
"You scream.." he repeated, "You said "Ice cream"
"Oh god.." I rolled my eyes "Don't play words with me"
"Well..Paul is just fine, but if you want to call me god...I don't mind" he said cockily
"You're considerably annoying today, Mr. McCartney," I said slowly with my mouth full, chewing the last piece of the cone
"You love that about me" he whispered in my ear as he leaned closer to me
"I love nothing about you" I sniggered "Don't get a big head"
He stopped walking and narrowed his eyes at me, shaking his head "You're a full-time arl arse, missy"
"Am I now?" I said, acting like I'm slightly surprised, perfectly knowing he's just pulling my leg "Y'know what, deffo." I nodded
"Cor, you're so conceited for a person who snores that loudly at night," he said in between a smirk
"Tosh, I don't!" I frowned on purpose "..besides you were the one who was out like a light as soon as you touched the bed last night" I said sharply
"Aw, so you had time to watch me while I'm sleeping probably throwing some dreamy eyes at me with god knows what else on your mind"
"Listen, you" I looked at him tilting my head, gesturing with my finger "All those birds may have the hots for you but I'm poles apart"
"Alright, as you please," Paul said indifferently and continued to walk
A blonde, a long-legged lady was gazing at us, her hair long and shiny, she simply looked like she just got out of the beauty salon. On top of that, she wore a bright red above-the-knee dress. The sound of her high heels touching the ground became more and more perceptible as she approached us
"Paul?" her eyes widening with the realization "Glad to see you here! Mind signing something for me?" she asked kindly but it sounded more like a fake innocence to me
"Sure thing, luv" he winked at her "What do you want me to sign?"
"Back of my neck", she switched on her puppy eyes "..if you don't mind of course"
Sod off, I know those tricks.
"'Course luv, turn around," Paul said, gently lifting her hair in the air holding it just with his right hand, his left hand holding the pen
Okay. Let it be. I lifted my eyebrow unintentionally, crossing my arms, shifting my gaze in another direction
"All done love, is that all?" he said to her but looking at me while her back was still turned towards him
"Yes! Thank you so much, I love the Beatles, you all are amazing! Thank you for this again!" she said smiling shyly
"Ta. Be well!" she smiled and he smiled back, waving, then he looked at me sighing, shaking his head in awe "Phew, that was a helluva bird"
"Ah, if you want to go catch up with her," I said tepidly "I'll see what London has to offer.. by myself"
"Oh jealous, I see" he smirked at me "..or how did you say it earlier.."poles apart".. bollocks"
"Jealous.. of what?" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him
He let out a half sigh, half giggle
"This 'ere".. he said moving his index fingers up and down "'s all yours..And you don't even have to fight to have it, you're privileged.."
"Oh.. well.. lucky me," I said with a little dose of sarcasm
Okay but I wondered why. Why me? I mean, of course, I knew I'm not like most birds but he can snap his fingers anytime and have anyone he wants, why was he putting me on a pedestal?
Paul insisted to show me around his new house which happened to be only fifteen minutes away by foot from where we were earlier. I could see why he was so thrilled about it - it was a three-storied house, not too big, not too small. The yard seemed pretty small unless there was another part of it behind the house, but overall it looked pretty lovely. Paul stopped in front of his dark red door and turned his head towards me
"You ready?" he said, a huge grin on his face
I nodded and giggled silently. He was excited as if he was about to show me the best thing in the world. Or maybe this was it for him, new town, new people, designing a house starting from scratch, big independence in a way. His huge grin and excitement made me smile. He looked lovely and I already knew how positive he can be but this was the first time I saw him being that chuffed.
"Welcome to my home!" he said after he unlocked the door. In front of us was the hallway with its gray dilapidated walls.
"Okay, I told you everything is under construction but listen," he said as he paced in front of me pointing to the wall "Here will be my painting I told you about..and here will be my living room" he pointed to the empty room on our left side "Kitchen space here," he said as we entered the room on our right "Bathroom and all, there" he pointed to the other direction "Ah, gotta see my bedroom" he took my hand without me even realizing it and led me up the stairs. The room was definitely the biggest of them all and I wondered why, it was either the fact he loved big rooms or he wanted it to be spacious enough for him and his twelve wives in the future. But not gonna lie, the room was easy on the eye, except that white..
"..mattress?" I said confused, raising my eyebrow looking at him
"Mattress?" he repeated my words as he came closer to me "I mean.. I haven't had such intentions for today but.." he looked at me for a second, leaned in, and kissed me softly but deeply, lingering for a moment.
I've never mentioned what kind of a kisser he was. His kisses were captivating and gentle, his plum lips felt like I was swimming in a sea of feathers or floating on a cloud. Cheesy, I know, but it was the truth itself.
Not long after that, I felt his tongue parting my lips inviting me on a trip to a well-known destination, our lips melting together. He was able to put women under his spell within seconds, just by looking at them but the kissing..the kissing was another story.
First, he stared out at you followed by a gentle touch on the cheek or hand around the waist.. or hand on the nape of the neck as if he wanted to express his control-driven nature. And I've heard that from Stacey, most of the people considered Paul a rather controlling type but I couldn't say the same. He was a very respectful person, very kind and attentive but concurrently he was kinda assertive in some aspects, which was understandable - he was achieving everything he put his mind to in an almost effortless way, he did not need to put any effort to be pretty too, he just was. And he knew he possessed a huge amount of charm, charm which was starting to have a big impact on me. No wonder why he was labeled as a women's man.
"So why is that mattress here..or do I wanna know actually?" I said shaking my head
"It was here even before I was," he said and scowled "Do you think I'm that pathetic, to bring birds 'ere when we can go anywhere?" he lifted his eyebrow teasingly
"Oh, you tell me," I said indifferently "..actually.. don't" I laughed
"Don't be silly" he said as he took his cigarette box out his pocket, putting one cigarette between his lips "Yer the first one who saw this house and room"
I couldn't miss asking the thing that was popping up in my mind recently
"Why me?"
He lifted his gaze back at me and removed the cigarette from his lips "Why you..." he paused for a second "I'll smoke, come with me outside... I have a backyard, we'll sit there and I'll tell you everything you want to know"