(Editing) Sold to Be His

Chapter 4

The Next Day

The scent of bacon fills my sleep. I open my eyes lightly and see the sunlight shining through the window. I sit and stretch my arms.
"Shawn?" I ask.
"In the kitchen," he yells.
I walk to the mini kitchen in the suite and see Shawn cooking bacon and pancakes.
"Nice," I say.
He turns off the stove and walks towards me wrapping his arms around my hips. "I hope you like my, simple yet delicious, breakfast."
"Well I need to taste it first," I say. I walk towards the stove and get a plate from the top cabinet. I get two pancakes and four strips of bacon and go sit on the dinner table.
"So what do you want to do today?" he asks. He sits in front of me.
"How about go to the museum we passed by when we came here?" I ask.
"Sure," he smiles.
I smile and dig in.
...
I put on a white v-neck loose dress. I look at myself in the mirror and I don't look bad. My hair is wavy, a bit of cleavage can be seen through the v-shape, and I only have foundation on. Shawn told me to put on the big white hat he bought me along with the dress and sun glasses.
"Are you done?" Shawn asks behind the door of the suite.
"Yeah," I answer. I put on the hat and take the sun glasses. I open the door and walk out into the hall. He holds my hand and we walk outside to wait for a taxi.
"You look great," Shawn says as we stand outside the hotel.
"Thanks,"
"I hope this day will be a great one," he says.
I nod, "I hope so too."
The taxi soon arrives and we drive to the museum of Louvre. It is beautiful. It is so elegant.
I leave the hat in the taxi along with the sunglasses. I fix my hair and we go in. There aren't many people as I thought but enough to make the place look full. I am amazed by the sophistication and amazing art everywhere.
"Do you want to see anything in particular? Or you want the whole tourist experience?" Shawn asks. I look at him, "Umm, let's just roam around. Tours make me feel stupid."
"How can that make you stupid?" he asks. Exactly, I said something that really doesn't make sense.
I roll my eyes, "Nothing. Let's go get a map or something."
We see everything from the beauty to the weird. I see sculptures that I have seen in my history books back in high school. I see the Mona Lisa! I sort of understand that smile of hers, I feel that I might be smiling like that nowadays. I don't know what my life is going to be next to Shawn. Would it be like this with fancy homes, cars, and art?
"She is not that beautiful if you ask me," Shawn interrupts my thoughts, "but the painting is."
"Why is she not beautiful?" I ask.
He looks at me with those brown eyes. "Because she is not you."
My heart races and I begin to feel warm inside my stomach. How sweet.
He kisses my cheek. "You hungry?"
"Let's look at the stores. I want to get a souvenir for my mom," I say.
"Sure."
We go to one of the stores and I look around the coffee mugs area. My mom loves coffee, maybe a fancy cup will be a nice gift. I choose a coffee mug with a painting of Leonardo and I get a nice T-shirt for my dad. Shawn pays for the things and we leave.
"Did you have fun?" he asks as we sit in the taxi.
"Yeah, it was very interesting. I liked it," I answer. "Thanks."
"No problem, now let's go eat some pasta!"
We dine at a Italian/French restaurant. Shawn orders white wine, pasta, salad, ratatouille, and soup. It is like a buffet! He wants me to taste everything.
"So how are you?" Shawn asks.
I bite into a piece of bread. "Good. I miss my mom though."
"We can visit her once we are back at the states."
"Thanks! That-that will be great Shawn," I smile.
He smiles, "good. Now eat your soup."
We eat the rest of the food in silence. We order a chocolate fudge cake with German chocolate frosting and gold sparkly things, I have no idea if it was real gold but it is so delicious!
"Shit," Shawn groans. He drops his fork and begins to whine.
"You okay?" I ask.
He coughs, "Y-yes, it just- let's go." He tries to stand up but falls to the floor. The plates fall off on his side and he begins to yell in pain.
I quickly go to him. "Wha-what's wrong?"
A waiter comes in and asks if he needs an ambulance. "yes! please!" I exclaim.
Is this like the last time? What should I do?
...
I am at the hospital waiting if Shawn is okay. I called his dad, but his secretary answered. I left the message but he doesn't show concerned for Shawn.
"Bonjour," speaking of the devil. I turn to his voice direction.
"Shawn is still being checked out," I say.
"Good," Shawn's father says. He sits next to me. "But I shouldn't have brought him to this hospital. It is not a good one."
I roll my eyes, "Well, I just wanted to make sure he got checked out right away."
"Okay,"
"Wait," I turn to him, "what's your name anyways?"
He chuckles, "Wow, you don't know my name?"
"well, your first name," I say.
"I am Nicolas Trevor," he answers.
"Okay," I say.
"Madam you wife of Trevor?" a nurse comes to the room. She has a very strong French accent.
I stand, "Oui."
"He is stable now. Want to see him?"
I nod. "can his father pass to the room too?"
"Oui."
We walk into the room. Shawn is laying on the bed peacefully with no pain. Mr. Trevor walks to his side, "You want to go to another hospital?"
"No dad, I am okay. Thanks," Shawn answers in a whisper. He turns to me, "Hey."
I walk to him, "Are you better?"
"Yeah, sorry if I scared you," he says.
"It's fine. I'm glad you are okay."
"Son, I am going to go see the paper work and pay the bill."
"Thanks," Shawn says. Mr. Trevor leaves me alone with Shawn. I go to his side. "was the pain the same as the last time I saw you?"
He nods.
"Why do you suddenly have pain attacks?" I ask.
"It's nothing."
"But-"
He touches my cheek, "Sorry I ruined the day. I had so many other things planned."
I look down at my hands, "It's okay. It was a good day despite all of this."
He lightly smiles, "Okay."
"Are you staying for days?" I ask.
"Just tonight," he answers.
"Do you want me to stay?"
"That will be nice."
Mr. Trevor comes in, "Okay, I payed for everything. I will be leaving then. If anything happens call me okay Athena?"
"Sure," I nod.
"Okay, bye bye," Mr. Trevor says before leaving.
"He likes you," Shawn says.
"Really?"
"He called you by your first name and I know when he likes someone,"
I smile, "so last night really helped huh?"
"Sure sure," he chuckles.
I slap him playfully. "you still hungry?"
"Nope, but I want something sweet."
"More cake?"
He quickly sits and grabs my chin to touch his lips with mine. We kiss for a few seconds before he groans with pain. He slowly lays back again.
"You shouldn't hurt yourself," I say.
He smirks, "it's a good kind of pain."
I feel hot in my cheeks. "you like it?"
His hand lands on my hip. "I love it." he massages my hip for a while. It makes me nervous and he knows it.
"Why don't you lay next to me?" he asks.
I chuckle, "No way. You need to rest."
I am suddenly on top of him. He has carried me with all the strength he has.
"Shawn please," I say. "You really do need to rest and well this is not comfortable."
"We can play doctor."
Yep, he is back to his own self. I poke his chest and get my feet on the floor once again. "Shut up," I say.
"Fine," he sighs.
"I am going to call one of the managers back at the-"
There's a knock on the door, "Monsieur, I am Harold from your father's hotel. He told me to give this."
I open the door and see a white chubby man holding a suitcase. "Hello," I say.
"Oh hello, this is clothing for both of you. Mr. Trevor told me to give this to you."
"Oh yeah thanks," I smile. "You can put them over here."
Harold puts the suitcases next to the recline sofa on the corner of the room. "Goodbye."
"Wow, that was nice of your dad," I say.
Shawn smiles, "See he likes you. Now come over here so I can show you how much I like you."
"You wish," I go sit on the sofa and turn on the TV. I see Shawn from the corner of my making a grumpy face. I chuckle in my head.