5: Unknown messages

Jaycee POV

If I wasn't thinking twice about going to Paris, I am now. We were in Damien's jet going to Paris. He's been on his phone for what seems like hours and we haven't said a word to each other. Is he still mad about last night.? I didn't even do anything wrong.

"Damien"

I wrapped my arms round his bicep making him turn to him. "You're over working yourself again" I smiled.

"I have to. Going to Paris has already bulged into my schedule" he said. He ran his hands through his hair and I reached up to smoother it so it looked neat. Guilt washed over me like sour rain. I never should've asked him to come with me in the first place. I know how busy he is.

"None of this is your fault Jay. I chose to come" his hands stroke my chin and I snuggled close to him. Still my fault he's here and wasting his time. Damien put his phone down and wrapped his arm around me and I'm thankful for the attention.

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Damien had booked a five star hotel last night. The place was gorgeous and spacious. Dimitri, a man assigned by the hotel to see to our every need, helped us to our suite. Damien had retired into the bathroom so I set to arranging our stuffs in the wardrobe.

We didn't pack much box so I was done quickly. The same time, my stomach rumbled reminding me I didn't eat anything on the plane. I picked up the menu folded in the wooden classic table.

Frois gras and coq a vin would do. A little champagne perhaps but we already had a collection of wine in  the cabinet so I didn't need to order. The shower stopped and I knew Damien would be out any second. The name Forrest at the bottom of the card drew my attention. Damien finally came out.

"I see you found the menu" he said towelling his hair.

"And it has your family name on it" I took the bed crossing my leg and still holding the paper in my hand.

"I see" he mumbled. More to himself.

"You own the hotel?" My voice came out as a whisper.

"Does it surprise you?"

"I guess not"

I placed the paper back on the table. That's why it was so easy to get a room. I'm sure be didn't even have to book.

"I started the water running again for you" Damien sneaked up behind me. His hands undid my robe.

"Did you?"

"Yes" he took the robe off and trailed kisses down my neck. I turned around wrapping my arms round his neck and taking his lips to mine. I was grateful for the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt cause I was able to run my hands down his hard chest.

He freed my hair from the band so it cascaded down my back to my waist. I shook my head letting my hair escape everywhere. Damien backed me toward the bed his lips still on mine. My leg hit the bed and we both landed on it. I giggle. We were acting like two horny teenagers.

"Damien the shower" I mumbled. His lips were attacking my neck again and I was running my hands through his hair.

"I guess it'll have to wait" He said before taking my left breast in his mouth.

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Damien ordered our food while I showered. It seemed like my hunger increased over the last thirty minute Damien and I made love.

I got out of the shower. Damien was on the phone. Sometimes I wish he would just leave his phone for some time. I quickly slipped on a white maxi dress. It was free and not all that long just above my knee.

I sat on the chair opening up the plates and sniffing the goodness before me. Damien finally went off the phone.

"Who was that?" I asked

"My secretary" he said with a frown. What now?

"Any news on the theft?"

"My agents are working out some strategy shit" he was still frowning and his hands wouldn't stop running through his hair. That was a habit he had for nervousness, angry or confused. Which one is it right now?

I went to sit on his leg. "Eat with me. You'll feel better" I fed him a spoon full of coq a vin

"Have you called Chloe?" He suddenly asked. Jesus! I haven't. That girl would fry me alive if she knew I was in Paris and I've not called or visited.

"Not yet. I'll call her after now"

"Or you could just go and see her I have an appointment later on. I don't want you to be alone" Damien played with strands of my hair.

"Fine. I'll go and see her" I stuffed a spoon of food in his mouth and he chuckled.

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Damien was all dressed in his suit ready to leave for his appointment. I Was still in bed. Of course I was . I groaned when I heard him barking some orders into his phone.  I rolled to his side of the bed and slipped his slipper on. His laptop was opened and a message popped up.

------ Hey Dammy. I'm in Paris. When are you coming to see me. Love; )

I rubbed my eyes with my fist and read the message again. I felt my chest tighten all of a sudden. The number was unknown but I couldn't help feel unsettled about something. It was definitely a woman.

Love; )  that was in the text. Is it this person Damien was going to see? Is she his appointment? I shut my eyes for some seconds until I heard Damien coming back to to the room. I went to lay back on the bed and covered myself.

"Jay. I'm leaving"

"Bye" I said oddly. He was quiet for sometime before he placed a kiss on my cheek and left the room. I know I acted odd. Normally I would have kissed him goodbye but I felt the need to remain on the bed. Another message popped up on his laptop screen.

------can't wait to see you :-)