Chapter 26: Night Flight To France

Blossom's POV

After the intense meeting, I went home and did a light packing that consisted of a few clothing, two pairs of shoes and my traveling documents.

At 3:00 P.M, my son was home from school.

"Mommy, where are you going?"

"Mommy's going on a little trip."

"Can I come?"

"No baby. I'll be back soon. In the meantime, my boss is going to take you to his home and hire a babysitter for you until I get back. Okay?"

"Okay, mommy."

"I'll miss you so much." I envelope him into a hug a planted kisses all over his handsome face, "Be a good boy while I'm gone."

"I promise to be good."

I made a list of all the parental rules I carry out on my son so that the babysitter would have a guideline.

Dear babysitter,

-Bedtime at 8:30 PM sharp.

-Light breakfast with a fruit (Example: Cereal and strawberry)

-Television Time: 2-3 hours

-Supervised while doing homework and while taking his bath for Jason is easily distracted.

-In case of any emergency whatsoever, report to Mr. Collinwood and he'll report to me.

-Jason has no allergies to peanut but he hates peanut butter. Kindly refrain from giving it to him. Jelly or Jam is okay.

* Sincerely, Jason's mom.

Later on in the evening, Mr. Collinwood came over to get Jason and me. He dropped me off at Hollen Tower where I'll be meeting Jevan before taking Jason to his house.

"You're right on time. This way to my car," Jevan said as he saw me waiting in the parking lot.

I followed two steps behind him. The car doors automatically opened when he tapped his cellphone screen. I got in quietly and he got behind the wheel.

He drove us to the air-strip that held his private jet. It was silly of me to think that I would be on a commercial flight and had to go through airport security.

I ascended the jet and walked into the cabin.

I was speechless
I was speechless. It was magnificent and luxurious.

"Have a seat."

I immediately sat down like an obedient puppy.

"Pleasant Good Evening Mr. Hollen and company. This is your pilot speaking. Please prepare for take-off in five minutes."

I fastened my seatbelt when a hostess greeted us. "Good evening Sir and guest, I was already informed you'll have a champagne. I had it chilled and available on the table in front of you."

"Thank you Wendy," Jevan told her. She bowed slightly and disappeared towards the cockpit direction.

"So, Blossom. How have you been?" he asked when we hit the sky.

"Alive," I answered.

"That's it?" he asked again.

"What do you want me to say? Do you want to hear about the time when I watched my mother got snatched away from me the moment we got off the plane after being deported for something she didn't do?
Or do you wish to know about the days I slept in a cardboard box or how I almost cut myself because I wanted to die and leave this godforsaken world?"

He was shell-shocked and speechless for a moment. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had to go through that."

"Of course you didn't know because you didn't bother coming after me or reaching out to me!" I snapped.

"I tried. I couldn't find you."

I scoffed.

"Blossom, my parents even hired people to provide us with information on your whereabouts. We couldn't find you. Nobody knew where you were or what you looked like. In case you forgot, you never talked much about Ghana and it's a very big place. You didn't leave an address with me and you left without the cellphone I gave you."

He went into a low tone, "Do you remember when you last fell asleep in my arms? When I woke up the next morning, you were gone."

Tears filled my eyes. It still hurt.

"Why don't we just change the subject. What's his name?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Your son."

"His name is Jason."

He raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk, "You named your son after our highschool class project?"

"It was the only name that was struck with me," I smiled.

"Tell me about him. What's he like?"

"Jason is the joy of my life. He's six and he acts like he's already grown. He's very energetic. He loves soccer and action figures."

"What about his dad? Is he involved in Jason's life?"

"No."

"That's too bad. He sounds like a great kid."

"He really is. So, what about you?"

"Running Hollen Tower and traveling is basically it for me."

We chatted casually for the remainder of the flight. Catching up on lost times and talking about how life has changed us both.

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With France being nine hours ahead, we arrived at 2:00 A.M the following morning. After a short limousine drive through the streets of Paris, we arrived at the
B Montmartre Hôtel that was boldly stated at the entrance.

"Bonjour et bienvenue à l'hôtel, Monsieur Hollen," a receptionist greeted us when we walked up to her desk.

Translation *Hello, and welcome to the hotel, Mr. Hollen*

"Bonjour. léger changement de plans.J'ai besoin de deux chambres," Jevan responded fluently.

Translation *Hello. Slight change of plans. I need two rooms*

The receptionist's face fell. "Je suis désolé. nous n'avons plus de chambres."

Translation *Im sorry. We have no more rooms left."

"Mais votre chambre est un double. peut-être que vous pouvez partager," she finished with hope in her eyes.

Translation * But your room is a double. Maybe you can share?"

"Ça m'a l'air bien," Jevan responded.

Translation *Sounds good*

She handed Jevan the keys and showed us to the suite.

After she left, he turned to me. "We'll be sharing a room. The hotel doesn't have another one available at the moment."

"Are you serious?"

"Relax. You'll have your own personal space. Think of us like roommates," he said with a grin.

"Right," I responded and claimed the room on the right since it had a better view of the city. I unpacked and got to work. I wasn't here on vacation nor was I here to woo Jevan to fall back into love with me.

Mr. Collinwood wanted me to pitch a BnB with a restaurant idea to him. I stored all the progress on the computer he gave me. I worked through the night while Jevan slept peacefully in his bedroom.

At the break of dawn, I had completed the all the expenses and capital needed which was usually the most difficult part. I structured it to my understanding since I'll be the one presenting it to Jevan for his approval.

When it was 8:30 A.M, my stomach roared. Jevan was already up and out but he left a note stating I can order room service on his behalf.

I looked over the menu and ordered baguette with jam and coffee. I knew breakfast was the least important meal to the French so I wasn't expecting a big buffet.

Within ten minutes, there was a knock on the door. I ran to open it.

"You're not room service," I said when I saw a woman, around my age, standing outside the door.

"And you're not Jevan," she snapped at me. "Where's him?"

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" I asked, hoping it was just a stalker.

"I'm Adobi. The soon-to-be-fiancee."