𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 23

Shawn Mendes - Wonder

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When we arrive in Paris Beth parks my car in the parking garage under the hotel. I grab the suitcases out of the trunk and keep them away from Beth when she tries to grab one of them.

 What is it with women and always wanting to do things by themselves? I want to carry her fucking suitcase and I fucking will.

'You're stubborn as fuck!' She throws her head back, sighing.

'Yes, and you knew I was when you first met me, so stop complaining.' I tell her.

Why do we sound like a married couple?

I look at her and see that her bra is visible through the white camisole she's wearing. There is no way in hell I will let her enter the hotel like that. All the men will be lurking at her breasts.

'Wait.' I take my leather jacket off. 'Put this on.' I hand it to her.

'Why?' She doesn't take it from me.

'Just do it, Beth, please.' I say.

She takes it from my hand and puts it on, leaving it open. You can still see her bra.

'Close it.' I say again.

'Jesus fucking Christ, Mendes, why?' She asks again.

She's feisty today, and I have no idea why I like it. Normally she does what I tell her to, and I think I've grown used to it bit by bit.

'Because everyone will be looking at your fucking gorgeous breasts.' I start staring at them myself.

She rolls her eyes at me and closes my jacket.

We continue our way to the hotel entrance and I check in at the reception. When we walk into the hotel room, Beth's jaw drops.

'Oh my god!' She runs to the big windows.

She puts her hands on the door handles and opens the big doors leading to the balcony. I see her looking around the city in silence for a moment, then she turns around to face me.

'That's the Eiffel Tower, Shawn!' She squeals.

'I know.' I chuckle.

She called me Shawn...

'Oh my god...' She whispers when the lights start blinking.

The big smile on her face warms my heart, and I never want it to disappear. Her hands rest on the sides of the balcony, leaning forward to get a better look at the Eiffel Tower. 

I put the suitcases down and walk to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, inhaling the Chanel perfume she always smells like. The scent even went through the scent of my leather jacket, and I smile when I think of always having her with me when I'm wearing that jacket.

'Thank you so much for this, Mendes.' She says. 

Here we go with "Mendes" again.

Her hands run over mine, resting on her stomach. Beth leans her head back onto my shoulder and we look at the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower together.

'Why do you call me Mendes?' I decide to ask.

'Why do you call me Beth?' She throws back at me.

'Because you are a Beth.'

'Yes, you think I'm a Beth, while most people think I'm a Liz.' She inhales. 'But my name is Elizabeth, not Liz, or Beth.' She turns around to face me and wraps her arms around my neck.