They say that nowadays, love cease to exist. It's just a myth. To which it never existed. That it was just in fairytale. Or in movie's, book but not life.
But Ezra helped me prove them wrong. It not just a myth, it doesn't just happen in a fairytal...
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I wake up from the feeling of Ezra's lip on mine. "Good morning, my love. Now you have to get up; I have things planned." I smile lazily before opening my eyes.
I look around the room and see that there are some suitcases. "What's that for?" I know what it is, but I just want to hear him say it.
"It's a surprise." He had a cheeky smile. I sit up, pulling my hair into a messy knot. "Come on, get up."
You know when someone is so excited they can't stop moving around? Yes, that's what he's doing. "You seem really happy." I pointed out.
"I will be, or I'm going to be—just go get dressed." I playfully rolled my eyes and get out of bed.
I take a shower, doing my morning routine. After I get dressed in a black tank top and maroon Lulu leggings.
I barely walked out of the bathroom before being thrown over Ezra's shoulder. "What are you doing?" I yell through my laughter. "You're taking too long." He says he's grabbing suitcases.
"Don't drop me." I said this as he started walking down the stairs. "Hey, why don't you carry me? I'm the one on crutches." Leo whine as we walk past him.
Leo has been on crutches for like two weeks since Max shot him. It's funny, or at least I think it is.
"Because, Leo, you're not her." Leo frowns. "Ezra put me down." I say, playfully hitting his back as he walks outside.
He ignores me until we make it to the black SUV. He places me on the floor. His driver steps out, grabbing his suitcases and putting them into the trunk.
"Good morning, Mr. King." He said. "Good morning to you too, Thomson."
***
After a little while, the car stopped in front of a black jet.
It was already 2:50 p.m. "Can I know where we're going yet?" Ezra shook his head with a chuckle. "No amore." I rolled my eyes.
Jesus I'm never going to get used to this.
Ezra opened our door; we both existed. "Have a nice trip, Mr.King." Thomson said with a smile before handing Ezra our suitcases.
"Let go, my love," Ezra said as we walked to the jet. "It's going to be a long flight, sir." The pilot said that as we entered, Ezra just gave him a simple nod.
There was a back room, most likely a bedroom. The interior was light gray and white. The light was on. The color had a tint of blue. The carpet was soft and gray.
There was a small bar across the couch. It's funny that I just realized that Ezra was in comfy clothes. He was wearing a black hoodie and gray sweatpants.
He looks good. He was always in a damn suit.
"What?" He said it with a confused look. I smile, shaking my head. "I'm just taking you in." His eyebrows narrowed as his grin grew.
When we first met, he was such a grump, and now he is so happy and always smiling. Like he has nothing to worry about.
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Word count: 562
Sorry about the short chapter.
If anyone has any ideas for the next coming chapters comment.
