All Chapters of Love At First Taste: Her Stepfather's Pet: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"Okay." I say. I pull back so he can continue driving. Because I am incredibly attuned to him, I notice the tightness around his mouth. I see that he is gritting his teeth and he is not maintaining eye contact with me like he normally does. I try not to read into it but when we reach the house and he opens the door for me without any funny gesturing like he normally does, I get worried. "What is wrong, Linc?" I ask, coming to turn around so I can face him, I cross my arms over my chest and fix him with a serious stare. It is all just to hide my nervousness. "Why do you think something is wrong? Did you pack all you would need for two days and three nights already? I packed last night. I don't need much. So just give me a minute to change clothes and we will be on our way. Are you excited about what I have in store for you this time around?" Linc walks past me, he is heading up the stairs to his room. Our room. I follow behind him. Confused. Did he just try to deflect from my quest

How long have we been flying already? It can't be up to an hour yet. Our pilot is a tall middle aged man with the most serious face I have ever seen. He didn't smile once during our onboarding and he was very polite and professional. I don't know if I would ever get used to the respect and honour I get placed on when I am with Linc. Pilot Sanders bowed to me and I felt weird about it. Linc said not to worry about it but I can't help myself. I found myself wondering what they think about me. Do they know about us and just don't care? Or are they judging me silently? I could drive myself crazy just wondering about it so I don't. I straddle Linc and his eyes fly open. "What? Are you going to bribe the answer out of me?" He asks, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile he's barely concealing. He can't keep up his hard unyielding act with me for long and he knows it. I know it too and I want to use it to my advantage. "No. Can't I just want to snuggle with my man anymore?" I sa

The name. Beau. Why is that name familiar to me? Oh wait. That is the name of the artist my mother eloped with. The man that exploited her trust after her demise. The man that wanted to blackmail Linc. Arthur Beau. He is a Parisian. Linc surely knows this. "Linc. Are you okay being here? In this city?" I ask cautiously, scooting close to him again. He looks at me like he is confused about my question."Why wouldn't I be? What is wrong, Ames? Where did your bright smile go? What are you thinking?" Linc pulls my chin up with a gentle finger, he looks intently into my eyes."The name, Beau. It brought back the memory of Arthur Beau and all that mess. He is here too. Somewhere in this city." I whisper. Hating the fact that I might never truly be free of Kathryn and her long reaching influence. She managed to sink her claws into my dream city too. Moving here without even telling me. Falling in love here. Dying here. All that waste and toxin. Linc must hate Paris. Oh God. And yet he bro

The coffee is better. We relapse into comfortable silence. Her croissant forgotten on the table. We watch the people seated around us in the sparse spacious setting of the outdoor space of the cafe. We watch the people walking about. We watch the sassy waitress attending to customers like they were an inconvenience. It is all very french. Of little interest to me. But Amelia watches it all with a breathless look of awe in her eyes. "Mr. Dmitri?" I am pulled out of my reverie of watching Amelia soak up the simple colloquial morning of Parisians by a man's voice to my left. We both turn in the direction of the voice, I am surprised by the unfamiliarity of the voice, calling my name out of the blue like that."It is you." On closer look, the man is actually a kid. Probably not older than Amelia, but boys at that age already develop the gruffness of adulthood. "Hello, Sir. My name is Dylan. I am a huge fan." He extends his hand for an handshake. I look at the palm, smooth and hairy, I l

"What are you saying to me right now? I believe I reserved to have the place alone for the whole day. I don't understand what you are trying to tell me right now." Linc is talking to the third person the security have gone to call for him to talk with. He doesn't look angry and he doesn't sound angry, but it is clear that he is just keeping it under control. And it is simmering right under the surface. Linc says he reserved the entire museum for the day and the security agents told him they had mixed up the scheduling with another couple who would be arriving soon. So our options would be doing our tour quickly and leaving. Or coming back same day next week which would be the date for the other couple. Which is impossible because we won't be in Paris anymore. Nothing about the situation makes much sense to me because I am in so much awe at just the fact that the Louvre could be reserved for private visits. So those maintenance days they spring up randomly, could easily have just bee