I Won't Fall For You | ✔️

▪︎\\Chapter Twenty Eight

I pulled my suitcase along as I descend the steps.

The jet landed a few minutes ago and now we were going on a long car ride to Mordechai's penthouse.

After placing my suitcase in the trunk, I entered the car and groaned when my belly made a small noise. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten anything since this morning. I hope we can stop to get something on the way.

The car drove off and I felt like I wanted to sleep again. I couldn't because then I will miss all the beautiful sights Paris has to offer.

I took off my jacket and my beanie before focusing my attention out the window. I smiled, admiring the beautiful buildings as they passed us by. Paris was definately a place to visit. Maybe after leaving New York I will reside here.

"Vanessa, I need you to drop something off for me tomorrow morning."

I looked at Mordechai as he handed me an envelope. I took it before examining the words written on it. It was in a different form of language that I couldn't understand.

"Where?" I asked because I didn't know anywhere in Paris. He couldn't be serious about this.

"Just stop asking questions. You'll see when we get there tomorrow," he replied.

I rolled my eyes at him.

I placed the envelope on the empty space beside me before continuing to look out the car window. I saw a hotdog stand from a distance and I felt my mouth water. It has been a long time since I've had one.

The last time I ate a hotdog was when I was working for Zed. Alexa and I would buy them together after work sometimes.

"Can we stop here for a while?" I asked as the cart got closer. Mordechai shook his head, but I grabbed his hand without thinking.

"Please, I haven't had a hotdog in a very long time."

He watched me as I studied him hoping he would say stop. But he didn't.

I watched as the stand passed by and I remembered his hand and I released it immediately. He was wicked and utterly selfish.

"Stop!"

The car came to a halt and I looked out the window. The cart was quite a distance away. He just had to wait until it was too far. I turned and looked at him with a serious face but he was checking his watch.

"You have ten minutes, no more," he said. I smiled slightly before taking up my small purse and exiting the car.

The fresh air was wonderful. I passed a painter who was painting a portrait of a couple and a smoothie stand with a lot of people surrounding it. I wasn't a fan of smoothies but I would give anything for milkshakes.

Upon reaching the hotdog stand, I was greeted by a young guy who had a bright smile on his face. His hair was curly and short and he had two piercings in his right ear.

"Bonjour Belle, Que puis-je t'offrir?" he said gently. I gave him a blank expression. I had no clue what he said and I wasn't going to ask him to repeat so I can use Google translate.

"Hotdog" I said and he smiled even brighter before getting to work. I watched as he added everything and I was quite intrigued by how fast he was moving. He wrapped it up before placing it in a napkin and handing it to me.

"Un hot-dog pour une belle fille," he said and I smiled pretending to understand before taking a bite from the hotdog.

I closed my eyes and actually moaned from the taste. It was just one of those type of foods that you can never get tired of.