Paris Again!!!
ARIANA
Of course I was terrified of this idea he had in his mind. The last time he decided something like that, I ended up in a disaster. I was miserable for days and he punished me for being a human. I was already scared of this whole thing. I didn't even want to go on this trip with him. but again, who could win against the great Enzo De Luca.
My fears turned into terrors when I stepped out of his private jet. “Paris! Seriously? Out of so many countries in this world, you had to bring me to that one place that reminded me of the reasons why my marriage failed with you. Do you really want me to demand divorce from you?” I growled at him angrily as he pulled me toward the car that was waiting for us.
His face hardened the moment I mentioned divorce. He was still trying to fight me over that. He didn't want to divorce me. At that point, I was too disappointed in men and marriage, I didn't even want to try. I wasn't looking for a future. I just wanted to get out.
As soon as we were in the car, he suddenly pulled me on his lap. Not a great move. “Put me back down. I am not a child.” I growled at him angrily. My mood was already ruined the moment I saw myself standing on the airport of Paris. There was nothing he could do to make me feel better. And I knew, he planned on staying despite the fact that I didn't want to be in Paris.
I didn't notice his glares. Until goosebumps rose on my body. I looked at him and found his dark stare giving me creeps. He grabbed my throat and pulled me so close that I could taste his morning coffee into my mouth. “You talk about the divorce again and I will sign your death certificate instead. You wanna live apart, fine by me. But that's all you are gonna get.” I gulped hard when I heard his threats.
The very next moment, I was sitting on the car seat. Our luggage was loaded in the car and we were off to the hotel. Then I was surprised to know that we were actually staying at an Airbnb instead of a hotel.
I had so much I wanted to ask him but then again, he was the one who picked up a fight with me the moment he decided that we were going to Paris. I just wrapped my arms above my chest. I watched as the host was giving us a tour of the Airbnb.
I couldn't say I didn't like the surroundings. It was peaceful and quiet. Peacefully quiet. A lot of fresh air and warm sunlight. It was good. But I wanted it anywhere in the whole world but in Paris. “How do you like this place, Mrs?” The host asked me after giving us a tour. I glared at Enzo and walked off without saying anything.
“She's just mad at me. Don't worry. I know her. She likes this place.” Enzo was reassuring the host. They chatted for a while. I wasn't interested in listening to them. So I made my way toward the bathroom.
I couldn't say I was disappointed in any way. It was all much better than the hotel. I filled the tub with warm water, added soap and fragrance. Then I stripped my clothes off. I moaned in satisfaction as the warmth of the water engulfed me.
I was enjoying my hot soak when an angry Enzo walked into the bathroom, glaring at me. “You have been getting on my nerves the moment we stepped foot on this land.” He growled at me angrily, taking his blazer off of his body.
“That's what I am saying. This fucked up place has something. It's a curse for us. We were fine back at home but we have been fighting since we breathed the air in this city. It's not too late to change the destination.” I suggested and watched him roll his eyes. He was behaving as if I was being dramatic.