Paris

Ch 17 - Kinky Princess

"Honey bun, when do you plan on going back home?"

"Never."

She and Connie shot me disbelieving looks. "Never?"

"I don't know. I don't think I want to leave," I admitted.

"So you stay here and do what exactly?" Connie asked.

"I don't know. I'm thinking of maybe starting up my interior design business," I replied.

"Since when is your ass interested in interior design?" Fifi asked.

"I got the itch for it on my vacation, so I did this online course and got my short course qualification," I explained.

"What about your writing?" Fifi asked.

I shrugged as I flipped the egg. "I don't know. With the whole internship drama, I've been turned off of writing."

"Ok, while I still don't know the full story with your writing, I'm pretty sure that jumping into an industry with a short course in something that until five months ago, wasn't particularly your interest, isn't wise. How about you start small?" Connie suggested.

I frowned. "What were you thinking?"

"How about starting a design blog? If people like your take on things, then you can grow it from there," Fifi suggested.

"That's actually a good idea," I smiled.

"Does this mean you're coming back home with us?" Connie asked.

I hesitated. "I told Cuba that I'm in love with him."

Their eyes widened. "What? When was this?"

I didn't expect to tell Cuba that I love him at the time that I did, but in the moment, I couldn't not tell him. I'd just randomly woken up to find myself still alone in bed, so I got up to look for him. The last thing I expected was to overhear him talking to my mother in the kitchen at four in the morning.

The last thing I expected was to hear him tell her that he wanted to die.

Granted it was in the past, when I heard those words, my heart dropped to my toes. Listening as he further told his story, tears filled my eyes, while an indescribable pain settled in my heart. It hurt to hear those words, the pain behind them.

But it was also a revelation.

As his words settled in, I could only remember his words to me on our way here in the jet. He told me that he wanted to woo me and make him fall in love with him. Yet, in that moment, I found that I didn't need to be wooed, or at least not in the way that he was intending on wooing me.

I had already fallen in love with him.

I realized that he'd wooed me through the smallest things. He'd wooed me in how considerate he is when it comes to me. He wooed me by paying attention to my every need, even if he didn't agree with it. He wooed me by not giving up on me. He wooed me by buying me expensive gifts and not caring that he did because he only wanted to get a message on them.

He wooed me from the moment he made me the honorary person to call him Laz.

I was sure that I was irrevocably in love with him. Nothing anyone says could change that, and I found that I didn't want to live without him. What that meant exactly was a grey area for me, and I found myself weighing the pros and cons of moving to New York.

I didn't know how to bring up my thoughts with him either, especially now that I knew how he felt about me being away from my family. I didn't even know how I would break the news to my father and JR.