Chapter 27

• • • • Emile’s POV • • •

We are seated on the couch found in the living room watching tv in each other's arms. I'm wearing his t-shirt on my bare skin gently caresses my hair, slowly moving down to my neck with his eyes fixed on his phone while mine is on the tv.

I suddenly feel his hand on my breast slowly unbuttoning the shirt until his cold hands reaches my soft and warm breast. This gives me a cold chill down my spine and above all I love his gentle touch.

“Who are you chatting with?” I wonder aloud giving a soft gasp, his touch is magical. “No one just going through some files. I hope you are ok?” he briefly peeps at me then back to his phone with his hand still on my naked chest.

“I'm not. Nate we’ve been close here, for nearly a week now. No seminar, no outings, no dresses to wear. Take a look at me, I'm weary, I keep wearing your shirts. I practically stay naked all day.” I cry.

“You can stay completely naked all day, I have no problem with this.” he teases with a quick grin on the face. “I'm serious, Nate. It's not a joke. I'm getting sick and tired of the four corners of this room, I need to visit places, do something. Don't you?” I cry.

“Sure, it's a nice idea since the seminary starts in a week. We could enjoy the week together if it's what you wish.” he takes his hand off me.

“Exactly, that's my point, we have to get busy for the main time. How long will the seminar last?.” “About two weeks.”

“Great. Nate, let's do something, now before I die of boredom.” I fake a persuasive babyface.

“I can make things funkier, but you keep rejecting me.” he tries to kiss me but I push him away. “Don't be silly. You know our agreement, no sex until the devoir papers are signed.” I frown.

“It's fine. we will go shopping if this will make you happy.” he exclaims. “Of course it will. Let's leave now.” I perk his cheeks.

“Now as in right now?” he raises his brow in shock. “Yes. Now as in right now. Get up!” I step down the couch, I try to pull him down with me in vain. He’s so rigid.

I laugh, then he steps down by his self. He phone calls the reception to keep a car ready for us which she does immediately. We get ready and later walk down to the car awaiting us.

His dress in a complete three-piece suit while I'm still having his fat shirt on. We get into the car and the driver drives immediately. Nate asks him to stop at the nearest luxurious shop then he keeps manipulating his phone all through.

The driver parks in front of a supper expensive shop, up to Nate’s standard and expectations. A shop with great marks and stylists masterpieces.

A smiling lady well welcome us at the entrance, leading us in. She looks classic and well trained as she keeps a smile all through.

She helps me pick a few dress while Nate seats on the couch opposite a mirror and he’s served tea. The mirror is on the wall of a room in which I later run into try the dresses.

Nate impertinently waits to see my choice of dresses, or he’s rather impatient to leave this place as he doesn't feel in his element.

I finally, step out with the first out fit on “Do you love this?” I smile with a sexy tight-fitting red gown on. “I need to go to a gym, I have put on some weight.” I cry, not feeling confident enough.

“You don't have to bother, baby. You are sexy the way you are and I love you.” he comforts me, aww… for the first time. “Thank you but I will definitely go to a gym. Anyway, what do you think of the gown?”

“Nice.” he exclaims. “I take it then.” I rush in, to measure others and I keep asking for his point of view.

After about an hour of trial, I finally select the best ones. He pays for everything while the girl pack them in beautiful shopping bags. I put on one of the gowns before leaving the shop; a yellow stripeless, straight down, carving all my curves.

The driver takes all the bags to the back boat of the car.

“You’re astonishing.” Nate kisses me and I love though I still feel fat. I simply nod with a blush. “Thank you.”

We grab are seats in the car, then driving to where I don't know.

“We’re having lunch out of the hotel today, perhaps after that, we can go clubbing. Then tomorrow we go visits the tour Eiffel. ITs not to far from here. I'm making arrangements already.” he explains with his eyes fixed on his phone.

“Thank you. Thank you, very much.” I jump on him, helplessly and his phone falls on his knees. “At what time are we going to the club.” I wonder aloud.

He picks up his phone “Okay, about the club, there is one condition, only one. “Which is?.” I frown moving away from him.

“You will take no alcohol.” he rules. “Are you for real Nate?. Going to a club and not drinking is like eating a banana with its peelings or worse not eating the banana at all.” I cry.

“Do we have a deal?” he firmly insisted with a serious air. “Sure!.” I murmur just to satisfy him. It's not like I love alcohol or resistance to it but going to a club I guess it's the first thing to do. Take a little bit to spice up things. More to this I hate Nate’s recent behaviour, he keeps acting like my mum.

“I want to hear the words loud and clear. So say it!” he orders. “Yes, we have a deal, Dick.” I tease, he’s being pissing me off like hell.

“Good!.” he leans on the car without caring so much about the “Dick” and these nerves me.

The driver parks at, a very beautiful, restaurant which glows. It's a very big building with smoked glasses. The glasses down are transparent not smoked as the once up, on the other floors.

From the outside, we can see people seated down, busily eating, charting and it is so beautiful to see.

We walk in, a servant assists us, proposing us where to seat. Once we seat she gas us the Manu which is like a big catalogue. The inside is spectacular with lights lamps everywhere.

Suddenly, I feel nauseated, I don't know why I keep feeling this fucken way. “I won't take anything for now, you go ahead,” I say with a disdain expression, I feel irritated.

“Why?. You have to eat.” he tries to insist as usual as if he knows what is best for me.

“I think a check-up at the hospital will be best. I feel strange recently. It's like I have put on some weight as well. I'm just so uncomfortable.” I cry with my eyes turning red as I try to contain the vomit so that it shouldn't reach my throat.

“So sorry, w will fix an appointment at the hospital but for now you have to try as much as you can to eat, you had nothing since morning… I will get you some light to eat…” He gets worried. So worried that he makes me sicker.

“Nate you make me sick!. OMG, you aren't my mother for crying out loud so stop acting like one and give me some space, I can think for myself. Just stay calm.” I yell with veins carving on my neck.

“I think, I will come back later.” the server murmurs as he goes away at the bitter sound of my voice

“OMG, what is wrong with me.” I cry in a low tone, now. Nate is seriously mad at me for yelling at him “It's better we go back to the hotel.” he rules.

“No, I want to stay here and have fun. You promise to take me to a club, remember?” I stare at him with a hopeful expression.

“Fine!” he leans back on his chair frustrated while I rush to the toilet to throw up, finally. I couldn't keep it any longer. I quickly clean myself and I move back to him.

When I come back, I notice that he command salads for us. “I know it isn't easy for you, but you have to try and eat something.” he says.

“Nate, you act like my mum, stop telling me what to do. I'm not a child. I know I have to eat and if I don't it simply means that I don't feel hungry. Or do you want to force the food in my mouth?” I scowl he can be a dick at times.

“Definitly, if you don't eat.” he seriously says. “Try it.” I frown. He picks a spoon and he tries to force it into my mouth and it so embarrassing. “Stop, people, are looking at us.” I murmur.

“I don't care.” and he means it. “I do care. Fine, I will eat.” I roll my eyes. “Good” he drops the spoon with his stare fix on me, waiting for me to eat.

“Do you know that you can be a dick at times?.” I frown and He simply grins.

After eating we went to the hotel to get ready for clubbing. To take Nate out of the hotel room wasn't something easy as he already wanted to give up.

We went to the club, we spent the whole time seated until I pulled him to the dance floor with me. I wasn't something easy but I finally succeed. It was the least he could do for me after presenting me with alcohol.

The next day we go to the Tour as he promised. OMG, the tour was damn long, racing to touch the sky. It was unbelievable but real. We couldn't stop kissing while being on the tour.

I now understand why they call Paris “The town of love” it was romantic like hell to have him in my arms.

We spent a crazy week visiting places, kissing everywhere.