WICKED: HEXED TWO || URBAN (CB)

Chapter 36

Anais Jones
NEVER DID THIS MAN JUST RENT OUT A WHOLE FUCKING SECTION OF THE EIFFEL TOWER FOR ME? ANAIS ADEYA JONES? ON THE TOP FLOOR? NEVER DID HE? AND WHAT GAGGED ME WAS THE FACT THAT IT WAS PRIVATE WITH A WHOLE BALCONY.

Bitch JUST WAIT til the girlies at home heard about this one. Just wait. That wasn't even the sick part though. Dude had all my gifts and shit lined up in our section, with bottles of champagne on ice, candle lights, and roses.

I wanted to gag, I was literally so shocked.

He knew it too. Thats why he couldn't stop staring at me with that cocky smirk on his face. It made me blush as much as I didn't want it to.

"This is...beautiful, Luca. I'm finna cry." I sighed, catching the tears forming in my eyes. "How did you pull this off?"

He snapped his fingers, letting a rose appear from thin air. It left a trail of yellow luminous sparkles behind as he handed it to me. "Magic. You already know how it be's."

I took the rose, laughing at his gesture. "You're so dope."

"But you're the dopest. You deserve this." He smiled. "Happy birthday."

I caught a few tears forming in my eyes, making sure not to mess up my makeup. I just couldn't believe it. I was here. In Paris, France. With a man I was sure I would never see again. We were watching Champ De Mars from a little window INSIDE the Eiffel tower and now we were about to have a private dinner in it.

I felt like a princess. He brought back that feeling I had on my birthday from when I was younger. That feeling that used to make my birthday special.

"Thank you so much." I sniffled.

"Why you crying?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I just never thought I would ever experience something like this. You know...not with anybody. I feel so special."

"I promised you 6 years ago that this is what we were gonna do. We was gonna travel the world. I was gone treat you like the Queen you are. I'm keeping my promise too." He assured me, holding on to my hands.

I looked away, trying not to cry anymore but the tears kept flowing. "Luca! You gone fuck up my makeup."

"I was planning on doing that already but..." He shrugged. "Guess it came early."

I laughed at him, looking over to the side again. "You play too much. But for real...thank you so much for all of this. You didn't have to go this far."

"Anything for my PLATONIC friend." He laughed.

I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes and smiling at him. We both knew this wasn't a platonic relationship at this point.

As we stared at each other, my eyes wandered over to a girl on the bottom level outside. She looked so pretty. Makeup and hair done. She was wearing a wedding dress too.

"Oh my goodness! Look at her, Luca." I pouted. "She looks so pretty."

He glanced over at her then looked back at me. "Yeah whatever. But you look better."

At this point my mouth hurt from smiling so much. "Stoppppp."

"Why though?" He asked, sitting back in his seat.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Cause you making me feel stuff."

He leaned in as a sly lil smirk spread across his face. "Cause I make you nervous?" He asked. "Cause I make ya heart beat? Cause I make you cross ya legs and feel ya heart beat in between them-"