The Agreement •MXM• (Book 1)

In Paris with you

Cyrus

I'm spending the weekend in Paris.
Now that's a sentence I never thought I'd be able to say. I never even dreamed of being able to. Well one thing leads to another and now I'm going. With Aaron.
We woke up at five am which was when I realised Aaron already had his suitcase packed. I didn't have mine so he watched with disapproval as I threw stuff into my bag. Not even joking he just sat there infront of me all dressed up with calculating eyes and sneer on his face as I last minute packed. I mean what does he have against a little chaos?
Now at seven am me and Aaron are in a plane to be in Paris by the end of today then we can go about our business on Saturday.
"You've never been in a plane before."he's not even asking he's just outrightly determining that as though it's a fact. I stop with my tinkering and face him,
"No- I've just never been in business class before."I lie and he catches me,
"You've never been in both,haven't you?"
"Aaron have I ever told you that I'm actually a secret spy?"immediately his dimples pop seemingly against his will,
"Ah- shall I turn on some tunes for you Mousier secret spy?"
"That won't be necessary,just try not be intimidated by my striking aura."I keep messing with all the stuff between the two of us and instantly I'm wondering why they couldn't put more space between us. I mean they have enough money to get two tickets for us in a cabin that's literally empty- but not enough to put some distance between me and this walking bath and bodywork advertisement? Talk about loopholes.
I wonder,did Aaron spend a lot of time on his hair to make it look so perfectly nonchalantly. Messily pretty if you will or does his hair just naturally fall like that? "You're seriously reading the magazines right now?"I tease and he flips a page of the travel booklet he seems way too invested in,
"Eh- in about seven or so hours you will be too."
"I heard they were movies though?"I say looking for where exactly they might play a movie
"Is that you admitting you've never been on a plane,Mr secret spy?"despite myself I smile at his mocking,
"Jerk."I shove him in his shoulders and in a moment of weakness caused by his exaggerated laughing fit,I actually manage to push this six-foot monster a little.
"Aren't you nervous?"he asks after he's down laughing like a fool,
"No,why should I be?"that's a half lie half truth. I'm on the fence about how I should feel,"I think I'm more excited. I never thought I'd need to be on a plane so its a surprising but pleasant turn of events."I explain and he nods attentively like I'm saying something of great importance. He's about to ask me more questions when his phone chirps and he checks it.
It's a little surreal the way his face seems to get drown by a blanket of discomfort the moment he sees what he sees. His easy going expression is switched with a pinch to his brows and twist in his mouth. It goes terribly with the shirt he's wearing so it's upon me to save us from such,"Listen,blue shirts go badly with a frown. That pared with a cream pair of pants? Practically fashion suicide."I'm definitely exaggerating the situation. Sure frowns don't look good on him but the clothes sure do- the way his muscles fill the fabric is a little unfair. Or the near perfect contour to the dips and bends of his moulded body- I sound like an early romance writer elaborating on some characters deadly masculinity. Oh how it surrounded the air around him! But seriously he needs to get a grip and start looking like the rest of us,
"Cyrus can you look at this."sure Aaron go ahead ignore my advise your the one whose gonna be a meme again. I take his phone from his hands and I read a file called damage control. Only the underlined part,it reads,
Mr Brown was not present in most of Cyrus' life due to a custody battle between his maternal and paternal family that went on until he was in college. Although after this he had direct access to the funds from his father,he refused saying he enjoyed his life at that particular college. Which explains why Cyrus at the time had the need to apply for a scholarship.
For a moment I'm confused I don't understand this at all I turn to Aaron and ask,"What is this?"
"It's what we're supposed to say during the press conference in Paris."he supplies with a scowl. With all due respect,I did know that this trip is for damage control and to fix scandals I had no hand in but this- this is a little too far. "I mean- is that what happened between you two? A legal battle?"I stare at him for a second and remember that he has no idea what happened nearly twenty years ago. I plan for it to stay that way,
"Is there anything else we're required to say?"
"Alot of things- we can go over them during the flight. But about the legal battle-"
"Okay,I'll go over it with you."he sucks in a breath so hard I feel like there might not be enough air here now,
"Cyrus are you really okay with saying all this?"the answer is no. I'm not okay with any of it,because there was no legal battle,there was none of what they say is real. I mean have they even thought ahead? What if my mother rises from the ashes and rebukes Mr Brown's name? I remember faintly- she did back when I was little. I'd hear her mumble under her breath whenever she was mad,curses to the Brown name.
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? We just have to go through with what they say and we can go home no scandals."I can tell he wants to drill me some more but he doesn't he just turns away,
"Obviously this document isn't a must in case you-"
"Aaron,this loosely put together script seems like a direct order from Mr Brown,if we fail to go through with it what do you think will happen?"A pause,"I mean I get that you're the vice-chairman but I doubt you have any power or say when it comes to this. He already forced you into a marriage what else do you think he'll do?"when I face Aaron his expression seems blank,as though he's deep in thought. Almost angry looking,
"Passengers please prepare for take off."the captain says
"We're going to have to go through with it."I say finally while I buckle my seat belt,he doesn't answer and he's eyes pool with an emotion I've never seen on him before. "Aaron?"no response,"Mr gum on my shoes?"I say waving my hand infront of his face,
"Huh- yeah."
"Did you even hear what I said?"
"No,I didn't. I zoned out a bit."
"Thanks for the honesty,you jerk."
"Your welcome Button."I've noticed that Button has become less of a malicious term but more of a- normal thing between us. I call him dork or jerk he calls me Button. Fair trade honestly,
"I was looking at some of the clothes we'll show-"
"How? That was super confidential."
"I have my sources-"by sources I mean Kate told me when I told her I'd be going,"Anyway,they look good."
"Of course they do,they went for a specific aesthetic when they planned this entire thing."he grumbles,
"I get the feeling you never really liked this idea."I scoff and lean back into my chair watching as the morning sun touches his skin,
"For two years,I condemned it. I told him it was a bad idea."he sighs and I sympathise with him,only a little,
"Let me guess. He didn't give a rat's badonkiss?"
"Yep,I mean I knew what he wanted a line that posed amongst the fashion that built themselves since the beginning of time- he wanted something that gave the air of vintage in modern times."
"What a risk,huh?"
"I know! And I told him that but no one wanted to listen to me-"
"Atleast the plan hasn't gone to dust just yet right?"
"Yeah,but I had the better idea."I must be dreaming because I see him pout a little,I smile bitting back my laugh,
"I'm sure you did."I find my hand on top of his in an instant,
"Thanks."he literally looks away from my eyes and blushes,this douch.