Trust me - DISCONTINUED:(

My own plan Paris

I thought of the perfect idea. I named it plan Paris. Not because it was the city of freedom, but of love. Pretty cliché, right?

"Come closer," I repeated as he wasn't moving at all.

"Why, you didn't kick big enough?" he replied. He was so hurt, I could see it in his eyes.

"Please, Sergio," I begged him.

I wouldn't have been surprised if he had left me there, but he didn't. He took one step towards me.

"Closer," I said.

He was looking me in the eyes all along. He seemed to be prepared for every possible move I could make to hurt him again.

"Closer," I whispered as silently as I could.

He took one last step towards me, our chests were almost touching each other. He was taller than me so with all my strength that was left I had to pull myself up a little on the chains. I waited for a few moments to gather not only all my strength but all my courage, I lifted myself up and I placed my lips on his. I could not see his reaction as I closed my eyes, but I could feel that he was surprised as he bit my lips a little.

It was a slow and tender kiss, also a short one because I couldn't hold myself up anymore, I had to place my feet back to the ground to rest for a little bit. He was still standing in front of me, so I gave it another shot. This time as soon as our lips touched, he grabbed my waist and neck, put me down to the ground as he felt that I had a hard time lifting myself up. He kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I didn't expect him to be so passionate, we could barely catch our breath in between two rounds of touching lips, tongues, bodies. We became one. He made me forget about all my pain, about my sadness, about my sore hands. In that moment it was just him and I, no one else. The world stopped for a minute.

I wished for that moment to last forever. I tried wrapping my legs around his waist with little success but he helped me and held me up by my thighs. Our lips were still not releasing each other, it was the perfect kiss with the perfect man, it was like I have been waiting for him all my life. Well, it was only almost perfect, to be honest. I wanted to place my hands all over him, but I couldn't. He seemed to enjoy it, but as soon as we were catching our next breath, he got me down from those chains. As soon as my hands were free, I wrapped them around his neck, kissing him passionately one more time before I held him in the longest and most loving embrace. We still didn't say a word to each other, but I could feel him calming down, just like me. 

I am sure he didn't count on me kissing him. But did this help my situation after all? He found out that I am attracted to him, and I thought that he may also have been attracted to me based on this fierce and passionate moment. This mutual attraction would only mean that he cared about me more than a boss would care about his worker, which was good but the worst possibility at this time. My mind was racing as I stretched my wrists, they were getting less and less sore. 

"So tell me, have you already thought of a way of entering the mint again?" he asked as he was setting up a game of chess, inviting me to sit down and play with him. "You can play chess, right?"

I sat down silently, I didn't know what to answer. I didn't even realize that he was asking about the heist, I was still under the effect of our first kiss. Do you want to know a secret? It technically was not our very first kiss...

Flashback-

Approximately three and a half months before the heist

It was around 2am when I heard some amazingly loud voices from the room above mine. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to check what's going on. I closed the door behind me and I headed straight to the stairs. Music, singing and some screaming filled the whole building, I wonder how could Berlin still be asleep – well, probably his snoring was louder than the music.

I approached Nairobi's room, the epicenter of all the chaos. I did not want to stop their little party but I wanted to sleep in the same time. As I was thinking about my next step, the door suddenly opened and Tokyo stepped out of it. She could not stand straight. She had a bottle of tequila in her hand and I could feel that she has never been this drunk before, it was insane. She noticed me instantly. Without a word she grabbed me with her empty hand and pulled me inside the room. Nairobi was a little surprised by me being there but she didn't mind my company, neither did Tokyo. They handed me a bottle of vodka and a pair of sunglasses. They might have felt as they were in Hawaii or something, they were wearing exotic clothes and hats. In that moment I forgot about my exhaustion, I wanted to let some steam out and this was the perfect opportunity.

We turned the volume as high as possible and we drank everything we had there. We truly felt like being in paradise. I haven't been drunk many times in my life, but this definitely was my drunkest night ever. I did some stupid stuff with the girls, but they had to tell me almost everything the following day as I could barely remember anything. Anything, but one exact scene, my most embarrassing yet so far the sexiest encounter with the professor. I still think about it pretty often.