Chapter 57 Enjoying Paris
MADISON POV
We were on the plane to France, from Los Angeles to Paris, it's a 10-hour and 45-minute flight.
I had butterflies in my stomach from so much anxiety, but also a heavy heart for having left Nadia behind.
It was difficult, but everyone managed to convince me that it would be better for her to stay with Laura.
I slept most of the trip, and when I was awake, I couldn't wait to get there.
Dimitri laughed at me every time I asked him if we were almost there; I seemed like a child, but I didn't care.
This trip is my first with Dimitri and my expectations were sky-high.
A thousand things have gone through my head since I agreed to come with him, and his words have stuck in my mind.
"Paris has great surprises in store for you."
I didn't know exactly what he meant by that; I don't know if it's because the city is beautiful or because he's planning something.
I can't get anything out of him, my curiosity is eating me up inside.
Please tell me we're already there.
You've asked me that a thousand times now, and my answer remains the same.
"It doesn't even feel like this plane is flying, Dimitri. It can't take this any longer. I can't stand sitting here anymore," I said, sighing.
"I have an idea of what might distract you," he says with "that" smile.
And what would that be? — I'm pretending not to understand.
Go to the bathroom, take off your clothes, sit on the sink with your legs spread open, and wait for me.
My breathing quickened just thinking about how much doing this on a plane excites me.
I know that this literally threw the sex scene to the wind, but I didn't care.
I got up and went to the bathroom, waited until an old lady came out, and I went in.
My adrenaline was pumping, we were high up and Dimitri wanted to fuck me even if everyone on board could hear me.
I ripped off all my clothes and sat on the sink with my legs spread as he asked.
It wasn't long before he came in, and when he saw me, the change in his eyes was noticeable; they burned with desire as much as mine.
Dimitri didn't wait to meet my mouth, biting my lower lip provocatively, then kissing me.
That intense kiss that makes my intimacy heat up, Dimitri takes one of his hands to my clit, stimulating me and drawing my moans with his voracious mouth.
"Hold on to me," he said in a hoarse voice.
Dimitri pulls down his pants along with his underwear and penetrates me hard; his thrusts are precise, and he wants me to experience pleasure.
I bite his shoulder, trying not to scream.
The friction of our bodies colliding is music to my ears, he goes deeper and deeper until we both cum.
One of your fantasies was to fuck me high up in the sky, Mr. Thompson?
You'd be surprised by the fantasies I have about you, Madi.
Dimitri composes himself, kisses me on the lips, and says...
Don't delay, we're almost down.
After Dimitre leaves, I straighten my clothes and hair, wipe the smudged red lipstick, and leave the bathroom, finding the same old lady outside looking at me with a "I know very well what you were doing, young lady" expression.
I smile at her and return to my seat.
The pilot's alarm us we're arriving soon.
I fasten my seatbelt, and a few minutes later, we finally land.
"It's 11:10 now, let's go to the hotel to rest a bit, and then we'll take a stroll around the city, I want to show you a place," Dimitri said.
What kind of place would that be?
You'll see, can you try to contain your curiosity for a bit?
"Not for long," I said, smiling.
Dimitri rented a car to pick us up.
I couldn't see much through the window, but from what little I glimpsed, I could tell that Paris is wonderfully beautiful.
We arrived at one of the most expensive hotels in Paris, the so-called "5-star" hotel.
Dimitri insisted on staying in a hotel located right in the heart of Paris, the Hotel Park Hyatt Paris Vendome, which is luxurious and elegant.
The room is about 30m2 and features an elegant and contemporary decor, adorned with fine materials such as silk, bronze, and even Parisian stone.
It features a king-size bed, a very luxurious office, and a chic bathroom with underfloor heating, a huge bathtub, and a shower with relaxing massage jets.
"Did you like it?" he asked, looking at my reaction.
Did I like it? I loved it, Dimitre, this is beautiful and must be very expensive too.
Don't worry about money, I want you to enjoy everything.
Money doesn't matter, I'm a millionaire, remember?
"You don't let me forget," I said with a smile.
Let's have some champagne to celebrate our arrival in the City of Lights, and then you can get ready because I want to take you to the Pont des Arts.
And what's so special about that bridge?
Everything in Paris is special, Madi.
You're not going to talk, are you?
No, it's good that you already know.
After toasting, we took a bath in the enormous bathtub amidst kisses and caresses.
"Are you ready?" he asks me as I grab my bag.
I'm ready, shall we go?
Let's go— He takes my hand and kisses it.
Soon we leave the room.
Before we headed to the Pont des Arts, Dimitri stopped to buy a padlock.
I didn't understand why, but I didn't say anything.
When we finally arrived, I noticed two things: first, the bridge was full of padlocks, and second, several couples attached them to the lampposts.
Why did you bring me here, Dimitri?
Paris is the most romantic city in the world, and this bridge is full of love locks.
What does it mean?.
According to legend, those who write their names on a padlock, attach it to the lamp, and throw the key into the river will be together forever.
Wow, I didn't know that, and can you believe it?
I want to be with you forever, Madi, and I believe in anything that assures me you'll stay with me no matter what happens.
I really want you to put that padlock on me, but the question is, do you believe me?
Without a doubt.
Dimitri smiles and takes a pen from his pocket, writing his initial on the padlock.
I then write mine, and we lock it to the bridge.
I love you, Madi.
I love you too, Dimitri.
And then together we threw the key into the river.
After Dimitre's romantic gesture, we went to lunch at his favorite restaurant, L'Ambroisie.
Besides being located right on the Place des Vosges and being breathtakingly beautiful, the service is impeccable and the food is genuinely French, according to Dimitri.
You're going to love this restaurant, the food here is wonderful, and the tasting menu is divine.
Dimitri chose the dish, and since I don't know anything about the local cuisine, I took the opportunity to learn a lot.
The main course was carré d'agneau de lait (milk-fed lamb rack) with a delicious wine, and in addition to dessert, we also enjoyed the cheese cart with some of the best cheeses on the planet.
It was a perfect lunch, Dimitri told me a bit more about the city and we really enjoyed each other's company.
We visited some tourist spots and took countless photos.
I couldn't resist and bought lots of clothes, shoes, and various gifts for my princess, Laura, and Cohen.
I was loving all of this. Dimitri did everything to please me, and I was loving it.
Dimitre, I want to see the Eiffel Tower.
Shall we leave it for last? It's much prettier at night, all lit up, you'll love it.
All is well then.
We returned to the hotel.
I was tired, so I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, Dimitri wasn't in the room, which I found strange.
I called his phone, but he didn't answer.
I gave up after 36 missed calls.
DIMITRI POV
"This one is perfect," I tell the saleswoman.
It's the most expensive one we have and the most beautiful; you have good taste, sir.
I know I have, and she deserves it.
That was the only thing missing; everything is ready for tonight.
Madi won't regret waiting for me.