Candace aka Candy Davis gets the opportunity of a lifetime. A summer internship in Paris. She's happy about escaping her life of hell. She expects drinking coffee, seeing the Elifl Tower from her hotel room ,and eating macrons for dessert. What she...
*Candace Pov* I woke up to the sunlight in my face. I sifted and felt Jay's arm wrap tighter around my waist. I chuckled to myself as I carefully lifted his arm and placed it back on my spot gently. The room was suddenly cold. I guess you feel that way when you get out of bed naked. I put on
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I tipped toed downstairs and walked towards the kitchen. I made some pancakes, scrambled eggs, sunny-side up eggs, and bacon(I LOVE ALL THIS FOOD.) I poured som orange juice into two cups. Right as I set the table, I heard the stairs groan. I turned to see Jay rubbing his eyes.
When he saw the table, a smile broke out on his face. We ate breakfast and Jay got dressed. Outfit below ⬇️
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Me and Jay packed a couple of things. Our phone chargers, some money, credit cards, GPS and charger. We weren't going to stay long. Just going to grab the rest of my things, my mother and her things. We decided to drive instead of flying. But we weren't going to drive 10 hours back home. (lets pretend that's correct.) So we are going to take a train halfway.
I decided to just sleep the whole way there. I put in my headphones and put on my neck pillow. I unlocked my phone and put on the crybaby album (deluxe version) on repeat. I closed my eyes and felt sleep take over me.
*Jay's Pov* (WHATTTTTTTT) I felt the train lurch to a stop. After 4 hours we were finally here. Candy had fell asleep on my shoulder. I shook her shoulders gently. A moan passed through her lips as she sat up. She rubbed her eyes and looked at me. "We're here." I told her as I started to grab our bags. She put her stuff into her bag and followed me on to the platform.
She grabbed my hand and placed her head on my shoulder. I placed a kiss on her forehead while walking towards the rental car company. "Here you are Mr.Francois." The attendant at the front desk said as she handed me the key. "It's Woodside." I told her. "Oh. I'm sorry." She rang us up and called the other attendant to show us to our car.
Everyone in Paris knows my mother. When she first started her company and made her website she had wrote her whole life story. Including the part where her husband left her and their child, leaving her a single mother whose career was just taking off. Now 17 years later, she is the biggest newspaper company ever. So big other newspapers interview her. She usually does it in her office. Her pictures are her looking stern. Her hair pulled back into a tight bun, a black pantsuit and heels. But people started to question if she ever spent time with me.
So she had arrange a photo shoot of me and her all over Paris for her website. The shoot lasted two days and in between takes, me and my mother talked and laughed. I actually had fun. I thought maybe it can be like this. But once people believe we spent time together, she went back to being the CEO of the biggest newspaper company in Paris.
I had my mother for two days. I wish that lasted. I want her for 24/7 and 365 days. And if I actually saw her I would tell her that.
