My Little Secret: A Kamala Harris Love Story

Chapter 81: Midnight love in Paris

Warning: the following contains strong explicit sexual content that may not be suitable for anyone under 🔞 viewers discretion is advised

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During the dinner party almost everyone ate and talked as the festivities began, some went to the dance floor as the song began to play on the radio, desserts being passed to every table. Kamala and I ate dinner together alongside with Yasmine and Roxy at the VIP section.

Kamala and I both enjoyed the sausage-shrimp gumbo with creamy chard and mushroom stroganoff that was topped with vegetables and a rare steak that came with the butter bread. I ordered soft drinks for Kamala and I while Yasmine and Roxy both got the wines, then they got the seasoned mash potatoes, corn and gravy meatloaf.

"Mmm, this is good." Kamala said before we both took a bite off of each other.

"Yeah this is great, even Alex's mom can make something like this for holidays." Yasmine said as we all laughed a little. She is right, mom can throw down cooking in the kitchen. Plus, Kamala can do the same.

"I'm sure yours will taste better Momala." I said complimenting her cooking skills.

"I'm guessing you rather have my cooking instead of eating at the hotels and restaurants am I right?" She looked at me with a gorgeous smile.

"Hell yes, chef Momala."

The caterer brought the parfaits to our table and some japanese french Napoleon mochi. Kamala and I took a bite out of the ice cream as we both enjoyed the sweet texture together.

After we ate dinner together, all of us went to the dancefloor and paired with our partners. Kamala and I waltz and twirled a little while laughing, enjoying the night's romantic evening filled with bliss. Kamala went to speak with Emmanuel and Queen Elizabeth II while I walked out to the balcony and watched the city shine bright with lights.

"Enjoying yourself?" Kamala asked as she walks over to me. Wind was blowing a little.

"Yeah I am. You'll get cold, here let me wrap this around you." I wrapped a scarf around Kamala and then embraced her romantically.

"Wanna dance again?"

"Sure thing, I'm more than happy to share this moment with you." I took Kamala by the hand as we slowly danced. We never broke contact from each other as I slowly watched our steps. She leaned on my shoulder as my heart beats fast.

*thunder claps*

Kamala flinched a little as I held her close, trying to ease the nervousness as she looked to me.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." I said caressing her cheeks while dancing.

After few more thunder claps blaring, small amount droplets of rain fell around us as I shield her a little.

"I don't mind a little bit of rain." She glanced at me.

"Are you sure? I really don't want you to catch a cold out here." I got worried a little, hoping she doesn't get sick from the rain.

"Don't worry, I won't get sick."

"But your hair will get soaked."

"I don't mind a little bit of rain." That was the last thing she said before she pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. Rain began pouring down, soaking our hair and outfits but Kamala and I didn't cared. We tongued and French kissed while I placed my hands on her hips. Finally breaking off from our intense intimate moment, Kamala looked into my eyes, yearning for more as I grabbed her hand and we walked back inside the banquet.