75. Paris

“We’re going to Paris.” Maxim stared at me with a straight face.

“We’re going to fucking Paris???” I screamed in excitement. Paris had always been my dream country ever since I was a child. I had only seen it in the movies and always wished to visit it one day, but I knew it was wishful thinking because my parents never let me go anywhere. I wasn’t expecting him to take me there. “You mean we’re going to the city of love? Like I’m going to see the Eiffel Tower in real life?” I questioned. It was kind of surreal,

“You’re my girl, this shouldn’t come as a shock to you. You deserve it.” He smiled at me. I was still filled with excitement and acting like a five-year-old that just opened her Christmas presents. Maxim had been acting sweet to me since the day we went exclusive but this was over the top. He was not the Maxim I was used to and frankly, I didn’t know which one I liked best.

The controlling and possessive Maxim or the nice and caring one. A mix of both would be perfect.

The jet