Into oblivion

Laura

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I set my hand into his warm palm, he very quickly secures me in his hold as we both step out of the jet that I've gotten fairly attached to. My dress dances with the slow wind and I can't help but smile as it fills my lungs with its clean wild whirls. Oh to stay stuck in this weather, to just press pause and swim endlessly at its mercy.

"Welcome to Paris princess" Max says passing by my side and to a car that has pulled up at perfect timing.

"You look stunning sweetheart" I roll my eyes at his comment, he's been saying that the whole flight for an hour. "You want me to give you an actual reason to roll your eyes Mia?"

I clear my throat, his words catching my breath somewhere between my teeth and lungs "sweet and charming one second, Nicholas Bane the next" I mutter walking towards the car with my hand still in Nicholas's.

"I'm just saying love, because I wouldn't mind helping" his cocky grin puts me in place, physically stuck all because I'm truly obsessed.

"Oooo help with what because count me in" Max chimes in.

I can't contain the laughter that has just escaped me and Nicholas follows just the very same.

"What?" his confused tone of voice rises.

"Oh Max" I sigh as we all get in.

"Wait no seriously what did I miss?" he's like a little lost puppy right now. When we don't answer he gives up shitting the door behind him. As my stomach calms from the abrupt laugh I take a glance over to Nic. He's already staring. Eyes soft with stretched lips to die for. I nestle my head somewhere on his shoulder as my other hand tightens around the one he's already got. He smells better than the free air out there.

Start song now 🎧 ^^^

Nicholas steps out first, careful not to pull me out with him as I take my time. I step outside gawking at the surroundings like any other person here. It's, well it's beautiful.

"Besides the fact this looks like a dream.The palace of Versailles, seriously?" it's annoying how rich people go about flaunting the same money they steal from good honest people. It's right there, every penny, spent for more rich cunts to flaunt about the building without a care in the world. I hate them. That's about it.

"Douchbags" Max chimes in standing to my left.

I turn to him "aren't you one of them? Matter in fact aren't the both of you?"

He smiles instantly, shrugging his shoulders "yeah but, I'm the exception. Plus miss judgy, you're with the richest out of all of us so I hope you won't forgot to add yourself onto that douchbag list next time"

Nicholas chuckles as I smile with my eyes rolling. He's so annoying. "Alright, ready love?" I nod once and the pit in my stomach begins its chew for anything it can get its claws on. The minute we touch the red carpet leading up into the building I grow quiet, eyes everywhere. I blink and I'm met with gazes of all sorts. It's like every step, every breath, the licks of my lips, blinks, is being judged to scrutiny. If these two weren't by my side I think I would've ran right out of here, or at least found an entrance far away from this one. The men stride in richness, their suites tailored, hugging just right so you can't help but stare just as them. Yet while my eyes roam them, theirs roam Max and Nicholas. If I didn't know better I'd say it's all jealousy, or if not that then admiration without a doubt. Their head nod even when we pass them as if being noticed isn't the goal, it's respect. How odd.

The women too, although I'm afraid their attention lays directly on me. Not with jealousy or admiration however, no. Something in their old eyes whispers a very fast mental high five.