"I can't wait for you to meet my cousin Joel." Harry smiled, grabbing our luggage.
"If he's anything like you, he's charming." I kissed his cheek, smiling.
"Harold!" A tall dark French man waved his hands, holding his little iphone up to his ear.
"Joel!" Harry walked over to the man and hugged him.
I followed behind awkwardly.
"Joel this is Riley." Harry turned and grabbed my hand.
"bonjour belle.." He smirked.
I bit my lip. "Uh, hey." I smiled slightly.
"The car's right out here." Joel said with his thick French accent.
We followed him to a limo and a driver waiting to put our luggage in the trunk.
"Madam," the driver opened the door for me.
I got in and saw glasses and a champagne fridge.
"Don't be a perdant, have some." Joel put his hand on my thigh as he grabbed a glass.
"Right, well I'm not a champagne drinker." I moved his hand off my thigh.
"Aw Riley! Everyone's a champagne drinker." He winked at me as he grabbed another glass and handed it to me.
Harry got in and grabbed a glass.
"Harold, are you staying out of trouble?" Joel looked over at him.
"No. Never." Harry chuckled as we passed the Eiffel Tower.
"If you were in trouble, how did you get this dime?" Joel looked over at me.
"We, worked together." I lied, for Harry's sake of course.
"We're here." The driver announced, pulling up to a mansion with lots of land.
I bit my lip scarfing down the rest of the champagne.
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Hello loves! I'm so exciting for the sequel of tough love!
Keep watching and voting! Next chapter will be up soon
-Bethany
