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Chapter 9

Paris could not believe that she will now have a tour around Paris with free tour guide services. Yes! She did agree on Isaiah's offer much to her dismay was also Marco's suggestion. But still, not that she mind the expenses, at the very least she will not be worried on her safety. She trusted Isaiah and Marco trusted him as well. It did surprise her at first, him offering as her tour guide, but the guy said he needed to cool off his mind. She did agree on him. That guy should take a break for a moment. He seemed so pressured about something, probably his job application here in Paris.

Paris had woken up a little early than usual. She could not contain the excitement building up of their plans with Isaiah. Well, honestly, she did not really know where would they start first thus it added up to her excitement.

A white elbow length sleeved button blouse and a skinny jeans would comfortably fit her first day tour in Paris. Though, she is still in dilemma whether or not she will be wearing heals. She did love heals plus jeans, too sassy. She finished fixing her hair, though she did not do much, plainly down. She got up from the dresser and picked up her hand bag and went out of her room. She spotted Isaiah in the living room who's been, again, checking his phone. Paris grunted to get his attention. What she did no expect is he stared to look up to her and went back to his phone.

The nerve of him.

"Uhmm, Ice? Should not we be going?" She calmly asked him, trying to hard not to let him ruin her day.

"We will surely be going," he said, still not looking to her, "if you'll change your heels and leave that handbag of yours."

Out of reflex, Paris looked down on herself and stomped her feet back to her room.

Sneakers aren't bad when jeans are being paired off but she did want to look tall enough, at least. Paris reduced her handbag to a sling bag with her valuables, of course. She went back to the living room and silently peeked at Isaiah's phone.

What on devil is he?! Paris completely, absolutely and a hundred percent thought he was busy on his phone due to some important matters, like work or business investments or it could be his job application here in Paris. However, no. He was not, or at least for now! He was playing on his phone! 2Fuse people! 2Fuse for golly's sake!

Paris yanked at his arm, causing him to utter a curse under his breath. It did stop the game, she evilly thought.

"I am done, Ice! And I don't want to waste my time here," she firmly said, dragging him out of the couch. Isaiah placed his phone in his pocket and fix his shirt.

Paris scrutinized his looks. Not bad. Isaiah was just wearing a blue over shirt which is unbuttoned with white underneath and a denim shorts and a what, loafer? This man is going to a runway!

"Done checking on me, pumpkin?" Isaiah asked with a smirk in his face.

"You know what, we do look good together," she snapped, eyes widened and palms on her mouth. "I mean, you look good in those."

Isaiah snickered at her and ruffled her hair which she automatically jerked. She would not want her hair to be a mess.

"I know pumpkin."

He walked pass at her and exited the room. Paris immediately followed him and got her phone.

"Will I call for a cab?"

Isaiah did not bother to reply to her and walked straight ahead. Paris ran to him and asked him again if she would get a cab.

"We will not be taking a cab nor having rides."

"Why? Where are we going anyway?"

"Jardin des Plante," he said, pointing a finger to a road ahead them. "We are going natural and economical. Got a problem with that?"