Bad Boy Stole My Heart Book 1

Chapter Eight: Road Trip

Wake up, Faith," Jake said, opening the curtains.
"What?" I hissed. "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for something to grab," stay back, I warned.

Relax, princess he replied. Your mom gave me the keys," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'll be down in five."
"What? I'm not even dressed," I protested.
"I know," he smirked. "What if I don't want to?" I said, crossing my arms.
"Then I'll have to pick you up myself," he winked at me.

"Where are we going?" I yelled out. "It's a surprise."

quickly changed and headed downstairs, no time for breakfast. Jake was standing by his car, ready. He asked if I was ready, and I nodded my head, trying not to show my excitement.

As we settled into the car, he took the driver's seat and started to drive. The awkward silence begged to be broken, and I finally spoke up, "You know..." My words filled the space, dissipating the tension that lingered between us.

Though my remark had the potential to stir up trouble, Jake maintained his focus on the road, sparing me any immediate repercussions. It was evident that he was navigating not only the physical path ahead but also the unspoken dynamics between us.

Jake had seamlessly stepped into my life, becoming a prominent presence. In stark contrast to my ex-boyfriend Zack, who was never one for romantic gestures, Jake had an uncanny ability to surprise me. It was as if he held a special knack for knowing just how to make my heart race and my eyes light up. His unique way of creating surprises added an electrifying spark to our interactions, setting him apart in ways that were impossible to ignore.

Life is like a painting, with some moments standing out brightly. One of those moments for me is Jake. He made life exciting and fun. Our story started with simple things becoming extraordinary because of him.
One morning, I got ready quickly, skipping breakfast. Jake was by his car, looking ready and happy. He asked if I was ready too. I nodded, trying to look calm even though I was excited.
As we sat in the car, there was silence. Then I said, "You know..." This broke the quietness and made things easier.

I probably said too much, hinting at something from the past. But Jake kept his eyes on the road, not making it a big deal. He was good at keeping things easy.
Jake was different from my ex-boyfriend Zack, who never did anything special. Jake was full of surprises. He knew how to make me feel happy, unlike Zack.
Jake's surprises were like magic. They turned regular moments into special ones. I loved that he could make things exciting without trying too hard. Each surprise showed a different side of him, making me more interested.

Life can be boring, but Jake changed that. He showed me that unexpected things can make life better. His way of surprising me wasn't just about the action; it was about how it made me feel.
Jake taught me that surprises can bring joy. His surprises made me realize that life's best moments are often simple and unexpected. His surprises painted a beautiful picture in my life, adding colors of happiness and fun. the enchanting city of Paris, Jake's flair for surprises continued to weave its magic into my life. The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the backdrop, an iconic symbol of romance and grandeur. As the golden hues of the sunset painted the sky, Jake's presence beside me felt even more extraordinary.

"Close your eyes," he whispered, his voice carrying a sense of excitement. I obeyed, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the thrill that danced in the air.

Moments passed, and then Jake's voice broke the silence, "Okay, open them." As I opened my eyes, my gaze was met with a breathtaking view. A table had been set up with flickering candles and a spread of delectable French delicacies. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight before me.

"You did all of this?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide with astonishment.

Jake chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. "I wanted to surprise you. This is our own private Parisian dinner."

I felt a mixture of awe and gratitude. Jake's ability to create these magical moments was nothing short of incredible. It wasn't just about the lavish setup; it was the thought and effort he put into making me feel cherished.

We sat down at the table, our laughter and conversations blending harmoniously with the ambiance around us. As we savored each bite and shared stories, the Eiffel Tower illuminated the night sky, casting a warm glow over us.

"Thank you for this," I said softly, my heart overflowing with emotion.
Jake smiled, his eyes holding mine. "You deserve all the happiness in the world, Faith."

Under the Parisian stars, our connection deepened, transcending the ordinary. Each surprise that Jake orchestrated was a testament to his understanding of what truly mattered, and it wasn't just the extravagant gestures—it was the way he made me feel.

Paris, with its charm and allure, became the backdrop to our story, one filled with unexpected joys and heartfelt moments. With Jake by my side, every street we wandered, every sight we beheld, felt like a page from a fairy tale.

As we walked along the Seine River, our fingers intertwined, I realized that Jake's surprises were a reflection of his affection for me. They weren't just about creating Instagram-worthy moments; they were about making memories that would forever be etched in my heart.

In that city of love and dreams, Jake was my constant source of enchantment. His surprises were like small treasures, each one revealing a different facet of his love. From the picturesque dinners to the unexpected adventures, he was the artist who painted my life with hues of happiness.

Paris, once a distant dream, had become a reality, and it was all because of Jake. Our journey had evolved into a tapestry of shared experiences and genuine connections. And as we watched the Eiffel Tower light up the night sky, I knew that with Jake, every moment was a surprise waiting to unfold—a surprise that brought us closer, deepening our bond with every passing day.