It All Began In Paris

Chapter 33

**Jake's POV**

I pulled up at my apartment block and got out of the car. Sophie was looking at the apartment block in awe so I took this as an opportunity to be a proper gentleman. I went round to her side of the car and opened the door. Sophie smiled at me and took my outstretched hand.

"I've missed this." Sophie murmured. I don't think she meant for me to hear her, but I did. I smiled at her and she blushed when she realised what I had heard her.

"I love your apartment." She told me as we entered the building.

"Thanks. I wanted something simpler. Something which I could afford by myself. But that was only a room at someone else's place and dad wasn't having any of it. He bought this place for me. I hate that he did because now I owe him." I explained to her as we entered the elevator. I pushed the button for the top floor.

Having rich parents was terrible. You couldn't do anything for yourself. You never earned anything. Everything was just given to you.

"I can understand. I would hate it if dad bought me a.... FUCKING HELL!" She shouted as the elevator doors opened.

"The penthouse apartment! You serious? This is yours!" She squealed.

"Yes it is but Soph you know me. I'm not about the rich lavish lifestyle. I hate this place." I told her honestly.

She ignored me and ran straight to the couch. She stretched out and moaned in comfort. I felt myself start to get hard.

"I could just live on this couch! I want to marry this couch!" She whispered.

I laughed.

"You'd rather marry a couch than me? I'm offended Soph." I joked with her.

I went and joined her on her couch. She lifted her head and then placed it down in my lap.

"Thank you for agreeing to this." I told her and ran my fingers through her hair. I had missed my baby girl so much! I was in heaven right now. I didn't want to move in case this was all a dream.

"Thank you for convincing me. I'm glad we're doing this." She admitted to me.

"You're glad we're doing this?" I asked her in pure joy.

"Damn right I am." She said and then giggled.

***

**Sophie's POV**

We stayed like that on the sofa for what felt like moments. In reality it had been an hour and it was now 8.45.

"Luckily I made dinner before I came to pick you up. I just gotta heat it up." Jake said as we realised what time it was.

"What can I give you a hand with?" I asked him.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. But if you'd follow me... I'll show you to the kitchen diner." He said. I nodded and followed through the apartment.

"After dinner I want a full tour. This place is stunning." I instructed him.

"Sounds like a plan."

***

Now we were eating. He had a made a simple dish but it was absolutely scrumptious and was my favourite food in the world. Spaghetti bolognese.

I was pretty good at eating bolognese. I would twirl it round the fork and manage to eat it without getting it all over my face, but tonight was an exception. Or maybe I was subconsciously wanting things to get more heated.

Jake picked up a napkin and leaned over the table to me. He dabbed the corner of my mouth with the tissue.

"Sorry you had some sauce on your face." He said and sat back down in his chair.