Chapter nine: Paris.

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This is our third day in Paris. We spent the whole day yesterday doing paper works. Apparently, his law firm had some problems that needed to be fixed immediately so I took up the chance to sleep, eat and be lazy.

We were under the Eiffel tower. I was looking at it with awe. I rarely travel because of my work. So it’s nice to be out every once in a while

“what do you want to eat?” Kris asks me

“I don’t know. What do you want to eat?” I ask him back

“how about we just go back to the hotel? It’s already late” he takes my hand and we walk back to the hotel

When we got back to the hotel, we just ordered room service. He went to the bathroom to take a shower and I opened my laptop. Now, it was my turn to do paper works. My co-workers sent a bunch of reports that needed to be submitted by tomorrow which meant I only had 7 hours to finish 4 reports.

I didn’t notice Kris get out of the bathroom because I was already busy on my second report. I completely forgot about Kris being in the room with me. I was on my last report and I only had 3 hours left.

Kris suddenly speaks and I jump in my seat “you’ve been working on that report for hours now”

I glare at him. He was hugging my pillow. He wasn’t wearing any top. The sheets covered his lower half

“I’m on my last report.” I say and got back to work

30 minutes later

Kris suddenly throws a pillow at me

“what was that for?” I yell

“stop working”

“give me ten minutes”

I was re-reading the reports to make sure there weren’t any mistakes

Another pillow was thrown

“will you stop that!” I yell

“we’re on a honeymoon. Stop working” he glares at me

“you were working yesterday. But did you hear me complain? No. so stop bothering me. I’m on my last report”

“come to bed.” Kris hugs me

“5 minutes” I stare at the screen

After 5 minutes, Kris suddenly shuts my laptop and pulls me up from my seat. I land on his chest and he immediately wraps his arms around me and starts kissing my neck

“Kris” I whisper

“hmm?” he hums against my skin and I moan

“Kris.”

He kisses me “let’s forget about work even just for tonight. Okay?” he then goes back to my neck and starts marking me

I moan

“let’s make you feel good tonight, okay?” Kris smirks and pushes me on the bed

“trust me” he slowly unbuttons my shirt.

I lost every single train of thought.

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