Chapter 21: Paris.
|Kellan Vixen|
"One more. Its raininggg." I told Isaac as he took a huge breath and replied, "Take Number 45."
"It wouldnt be if you just take the dang picture right. I CANNOT wait to Aron get here tomorrow." I told as I combed down my blue bob and posed. I seen the flash and he exhaled, "This is my last one and I am going to get some food." He handed me my phone and I examined the photo.
"This will have to do." I exhaled as I uploaded it to Snapchat. I hopped off the Piano and asked, "Are you seriously going in the rain to eat?"
"Yes. Yesterday that food took an hour and a half to deliver." He told me as he walked over to the coat rack and grabbed his. He did have a point, but I didnt feel like being wet. He got to the door and turned around and asked, "Are you coming?"
"FINE!" I exhaled as I grabbed my coat and he laughed, "You may wanna change your shoes."
"You are crazy...Im wearing my heels rain, sleet, or damn snow. Now do me a favor and tie them up." I told him as I slid my feet into my new Steve Maddens. He got down on one knee and lifted my leg on his thigh and tied the left and then the right. This week with Isaac has been shockingly not annoying. He has been super chill, we went out and had a blast yesterday and actually knows alot about the history of this country. Aron told me it wouldnt be that bad. I thanked him as he stood up as I tied my Burberry Trench Coat.
We stepped out in front of our Villa and I gasped at how hard the rain was pouring down and the cab seemed so damn far away. I whined and stated, "Why you didnt make me change my shoes?"
"What happened to you are wearing these heels rain, sleet, or snow?" He mocked me and I hit his arm... "Be a man dont make me run over you. I am not running." I looked up at him and he exhaled and took his coat off and said, "Put this on and use the hoodie for your hair.
"But your clothes." I told him as he laughed, "Its fine. Ill dry in the car." I smiled and slid my arms in and them he stretched his arms out and I laughed, "You cannot tote me. No thank you-" He swept me off my feet and rushed thru the rain as I wrapped my arms around his neck to guard my face in his chest. His Axe cologne filled my nose and didnt smell half bad. The driver opened the the door and he put me inside and jumped in.
I laughed, "I cant believe you toted me. I stand corrected. You are soaked. Take off this shirt and you can use your jacket as a shirt." He pulled it over his head and I stared at his chest and helped him dry off before taking his coat back off.
"Your nipples are on hardddd" I taunted him as he stared down and said, "Its cold. What you expect...whats your excuse?" He stared over at my breast and I looked down and he laughed, "Made you look." We stared at eachother as the driver finally hopped back in and said, "Lé Bón Nüit is 25 minutes away."
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THUG INK
General FictionCordell "Ink" Spacey was a 20 year old on the rise in his 2nd year of college. He lives in an expensive Apartment, balling like Kobe, dressed in new designer before it even hit the market and had every girl on campus at Central Chicago University wa...