Racing towards Love

Chapter Ten - What the heart wants....

(Nikita POV cont.)

"Ok, people. Who's hungry?" I announced a second later as a subject changer as I shoved Phillippe's letter back into my bag and turned towards the door.

"I am. I am positively starving." Sam announced from behind me as she followed me out into the hall with Conor right behind her.

"I bet you are." I told her, as we headed down the hallway towards the elevator. "You puked up everything you ate last night, remember?" I added turning my head to send her a knowing smirk.

"Oh god. Don't remind me." Sam responded with a pained expression. "I am just worried if I am going to be able to keep down the breakfast we are about to eat."

"You will be just fine. It's just a hangover, Sam, not a death sentence." I told her with a laugh.

"Feels like one. My stomach hurt so much right after." Sam said, as she rubbed the aforementioned part.

"Baby, you're going to be fine. Stop worrying. Besides, remember what we are doing later. We got some sightseeing around Monte Carlo to look forward to."

"Sightseeing? Yeah, right. Remember who you're talking to, Con. Sightseeing to Sam means part of the day is going to be spent shopping." I said laughing as we got into the elevator and punched the button for the lobby.

Sam looked over at me with an amused smirk on her face, as the elevator made its descent, before she said looking over at her boyfriend.

"See Conor, Nikita knows me so well."

"Yeah, I know how Samantha Ann Munroe thinks. You, my good man, are now at the mercy of your beloved girlfriend, which means, guess whose left carrying all of the bags later." I said laughing once again even harder as the elevator doors dinged open on the lobby level.

"That was so cold, 'Kita." Conor said with a shake of his head.

"Hey, I am only speaking the truth. Thought you would have already learnt that much after all you have been dating her for almost 6 full years now."

"I assure you, Nikita, that I am quite aware of my lovely girlfriend's obsession with shopping and the fact that when she does, I am always left carrying her bags. I was just trying to not think about. But thanks for the reminder." Conor said with a look on his face that sent me into a fit of giggles once again,

"Hey, if you want, you can always carry mine too." I shot back jokingly.

"Et Tu Brute?" Conor said, giving me an incredulous look.

"Yes, I et tu. " I responded back sticking my tongue out at him playfully.

Conor who moments ago had just given me a look of incredulousness couldn't help but break into laughter a second later. It was pretty contagious because I ended up laughing with him.

"You guys are just being silly, and as I already said, I am positively starving over here. So, let's eat already." Sam interjected.

"As you wish." I said, quoting Wesley from the movie, The Princess Bride.

When I did, Conor chimed in perfectly with another laugh,

"Hey, you stole my line."

Once again, we made it to restaurant and were seated by our Maitre'd, whose name we learned was Gilles. We were seated once again by the wall filled with pictures of all the famous patrons who had visited the restaurant. While we waited for our breakfast, we admired the pictures, acknowledging the ones we had missed the first time.

The breakfast menu was pretty much the same but with a slight variation. We once again had the healthy breakfast, and I ended up getting the avocado toast with smoked salmon that I had told Conor I was going to try if it was being offered again. Conor decided to follow my lead but changing his as well and got the porridge. Sam, still wary about her stomach being upset, chose to simply have the same thing she had the first time, minus, we noticed with an amused smirk on our faces, the detox smoothie.