Brunch

The sweet smell of pastries and espresso made its way through the cold air and into my nose, "Mommy, I want sweet treats!" Darcy demanded as we passed a sweet kiosk with a large sign that spelled 'La Delight'.

"Carry on, my child." Diana said when Damien Jaeger slowed down the Benz in front of the shop, "I have already packed extra sweets for my little angel."

"You'd very much prefer the ones I made. Won't you?" She asked Darcy who nodded with a satisfied grin.

Damien Jaeger hit the accelerator and I resumed my admiration for my new found love, Paris. We were on our way to see the famous Eiffel tower but Diana had suggested taking a detour to see more parts of the city, which was quite a good idea.

"Notre-Dame Cathedral" She said as we passed a large building.

"Fascinating!" I remarked, dazzled by the exquisite work of art, "There's so much to see here."

I shivered from the coldness of the outdoors as we dropped from the car. Luckily, there wasn't any snow falling which might have given the city the resemblance of a freezer, making it too cold to enjoy a city tour.

"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed as I took sight of the tower.

Where's all the people? I wondered curiously as we approached the tower. Has the Eiffel tower ever looked so desolate on a beautiful day?

I heard Diana grumbling behind me, "Damien my child, why do you have such bad habits?"

"What are you talking about?" Damien Jaeger asked. He didn't look so clueless. Instead, his lips curved into one of his mischievous smirks.

"Just look at how empty the whole place is. It's no fun!"

My mind wandered away from the little argument as I feasted my eyes on the tower; its magnificent iron lattice structure stood tall against the sky. The tower's beautiful silhouette carried a unique and intricate design with a series of crisscrossing metal beams that formed its iconic shape.

"What is that?!" Darcy asked in awe.

"Tower L'Eiffel." Diana's voice creeped in in reply.

"Towel fell?" "Whatever does that mean?"

Diana laughed at Darcy's cluelessness and my laughter snuck into hers, "It's the Eiffel tower." I said, "Your Nana just said it in French!"

"I'm going to draw it!" Darcy announced shortly after, with artistic eagerness.

"Oh, I didn't know my granddaughter was an artist!" Diana exclaimed.

I chuckled, "She is!"

We made our way into the tower for brunch which was simply an adventure up in the elegant interior of Michelin-starred restaurant Le Jules Verne, feasting our eyes as we ate, on the breathtaking views of the city.
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"You go on ahead, Diana. Mélie and I would be arriving later." Damien Jaeger said as we returned to the car.

"You have somewhere to go?"

"A meeting." Damien Jaeger replied.

Diana squinted her eyes at him. Then a smile curled her lips, "I see."

"Oh well!" She exclaimed, "Darcy and I will have more time to ourselves!"

"The chauffeur will be driving you home." Damien Jaeger said. And indeed, there was a man sitting behind the wheels. He dropped from the car and greeted everyone, opening the door for Darcy and Diana who hastily entered and drove off.

"There's no meeting!" I exclaimed when it was just the 2 of us.

"Of course there is." Damien Jaeger announced, "It's between 2 people."

My eyes squinted curiously at him as a yellow Lamborghini came to a stop in front of us. A young man dropped from the car and greeted Damien Jaeger in French before throwing the keys at him.

"Get in." Damien Jaeger said to me, his hand hanging on the upswing door of the passenger side of the car.

I quickly hurried in and the door closed as Damien Jaeger took his place on the wheel.
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Damien Jaeger's tongue searched desperately for mine and I surrendered to him, allowing him to explore every part of my mouth.

"You taste so good, Mélie. I can't get enough of you!" Damien Jaeger's said into my mouth. His teeth viciously nibbled on my lips and I groaned in pain, feeling a ting of pleasure from the bite.

We were in the middle of our meeting!

Should I say meeting? Damien Jaeger had brought me to have a look around the house he had purchased for me. I loved it so much that I decided to reward him with an innocent kiss- which didn't end up being so innocent after all!

Breaking the passionate kiss, Damien Jaeger lifted me on the table, only to resume from where he had stopped. His hand moved swiftly and undid the buttons of my coat, revealing a black turtleneck, "Seriously?" He groaned.

I giggled lightly, "The place was freezing."

A smirk curved his lips, "Was." "Someone's hot for me."

I blushed hard. He was one for naughty talk.

Damien Jaeger untucked the turtle neck from my leather skirt. I had worn a pair of leggings, a leather skirt, a turtle neck and a coat, deciding to layer up because of the somewhat harsh weather.

His eyes feasted on my melons as he undid my bra and my cheeks turned a dark crimson, "God, you're so beautiful, Mélie!" He said in a husky voice and his lips drew back to mine.

His hand slipped on my ass and he held unto them desperately as my moans grew louder and louder with every place he touched. Rip! My skirt went. A gasp escaped my lips. Damien Jaeger dragged the torn leather from my body and it fell onto the floor, like some discarded rag.

"I'm sorry about that!" He whispered into my ear. He seemed thirsty, not apologetic.

Lifting me up from the chair in just my leggings now, Damien Jaeger strode upstairs to the bedroom, refusing to pull his mouth away from mine. My boobs pressed against his body and I shivered when his teeth nipped skilfully on my lips. A groan escaped his lips and I felt his massive manhood pressing against my ass , "Mélie!" My name sounded so perfect on his lips.

I sank into the fluffy mattress as he slowly dropped me with caution. His eyes dug into mine; the bright hazel had disappeared and were now dark and filled with lust.

"Mélie!" His voice called in a whisper as he lowered himself to me.

My fountain parted open as he slid in between them, desperate to quince his thirst, "Make me yours again, Damien Jaeger!" I whispered desperately.

"You are mine!"