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**REBBECA'S POV**
**WEEK 8**
A very beautiful city, a place known for its ability to reunite two lovers, or to
make any relationship stronger. A place of love.
My feet moved on their own accord as my eyes tried to take in every detail
of the great city before me.
"Ma'am, I'll put your luggages in the car... You can get into the car, we'll take
you to your destination." A man with a French accent said.
"Sure." I grinned.
Getting into the car, I was a little bit disappointed, I wanted to see
everything, I wanted to breathe in every detail.
My phone vibrated.
"Hey Piper." I answered.
"You there yet? Emeliano just arrived."
"Yeah, I'm in a cab, it'll take me to the penthouse."
"Cool, I just got off the phone with him. And Rebecca?"
"Yeah?"
"Good luck with this."
"Thanks." I ended the call as the feeling of nervousness settled in.
I really didn't know what I wanted the outcome of this plan to be. I
seriously wasn't expecting anything good to come out of it, seeing as
Emeliano hates every bit of my guts.
I pulled out my earplugs, and placed each of them in my ears, putting up a
song by Chainsmokers, Do you mean. I wasn't really a song person, but
sometimes, it cleared up my jumbled thoughts.
I had two options in all this, it was either I tell Emeliano everything about
everything that is going on, or I keep it all to myself and let it all come out as
I initially planned.
And of course even though I didn't mention it, there is always a third option.
Let the love spirit of Paris, guide our paths and bring us back together with
a special touch.
In all, I'll make the most of this trip. No matter what the outcome might be.
Emeliano's pov
My head was laid back against the backseat of the car, with my eyes shut.
If anyone was really looking at me now, they'd think that I was calm, or even
at peace with myself. That was how it was meant to play out. That was how
the world was supposed to see me.
But inside my head was occupied, the war of thoughts was going on about
in my head. Thoughts about Rebecca, my company, her fucked up family
and most of all, my overly fucked up life.
Three weeks ago, Rebecca Lewis killed me with her words. She was
pregnant, but with Mason's child.
How?
Was she with him while she was with me?
That was almost too impossible because she didn't go out, I mean, she was
really scared of going out. More like, she acted like she was scared of going
out.
Honestly, I don't even know what is real or what is fake anymore. My brain
needed rest. when I found out about this business trip to Paris, I was
actually glad because I needed space from the whole game of betrayal
going on in Orlando. I needed extra time to think things through. Time away
from Rebecca and her so called family.
Time away from anyone or anything familiar to me.
"Sir, we're here already." The driver announced.
My eyes opened up immediately, and with a sigh, I got out of the car, my
eyes connected with the penthouse that was assigned to me few days
before the trip was planned. It was still a wonder to me, how they would
have planned everything so quick.
The driver took my luggages from the car and walked ahead of me.
Walking gently behind him, I picked up my phone to call Piper. She picked
up on the fourth ring.
"Hey. Are you at the penthouse already?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm about to walk in... Have you emailed the schedule and the work
setting to me?"
"Yes, everything is set."
"Great, I still don't buy your reason for not coming with me cause last time I
checked, you have always wanted to travel to Paris."
"I have to take care of things here, with the Lewis's trying to rid you of your
company, we can't take any chances you know."
"Alright, whatever... I'll call you back once I've settled in."
"Sure... Good luck."
"Yeah." I muttered, disconnecting the phone, Wondering why she was
wishing me good luck.
I walked into the building with ease but it all stopped.
My thoughts stopped.
My brain rebooted, my heart dropped low in my stomach, causing my eyes
to widen as they settled completely on a certain someone, that certain
someone being Rebecca fucking Lewis.
What in the...She was there, arguing with the receptionist at the lobby.
My footsteps trailed off as I continued to move closer. My heart hammered
wickedly against my ribcage, my strong front was crumbling slowly as I got
closer.
What the hell is she doing here? Why- why is she here?
She turned to my direction, her eyes widened as she noticed me.
"Holy Lord of Moses." She let out. "Don't tell me this is the guy I'm going to
be spending over two weeks with?" She asked the receptionist.
"I'm afraid so." The young confused looking guy replied. "Welcome Mr.
Emeliano."
I couldn't even respond. My brain was busy spiralling with questions.
"Unbelievable. There's no other suite available? Come on... This has to be
some kind of mistake. I paid for this penthouse for like weeks ago."
"There was a mix up, Miss Lewis, this doesn't really happen around here,
but I've checked the records and everything... They booked the penthouse
for the both of you."
I cleared my head aft er listening to the last statement. "What? What is going
on here?"
"There has been a mix up sir, the penthouse was registered in both of your
names, I have reviewed every book here but - I don't really understand, this
never happens."
Did Piper do this? She would never set me up like this, would she?
"Holy Lord of Moses." Rebecca gritted out. "Are you responsible for this
Emeliano?"
I turned to give her a confused look. "Why would you even think I'd want to
spend even a second with you?"
"Well, I don't know, maybe cause you're a really complicated person! And
besides, this thing doesn't happen out of the blue, so you're behind this."
I scoff ed, getting annoyed. "Are you even listening to yourself, Miss Lewis... I
didn't even know you were coming to Paris and that too, to this same
organization, if I had known-"
"Oh spear me the bull talk. I know you're behind this, I really don't want to
argue about this anymore Cause I'm going to stay at a hotel."
"Don't bother, I'll leave." I said, glaring over at her direction as I pulled my
phone from my pocket, dialing Piper's number.
It went straight into voice mail.
Great. No. Awesome!
"The penthouse is big enough for the both of-" the receptionist stopped
talking when I sent a death glare towards his direction.
"I am not spending over two weeks with this witch, don't you have any
other reservations for situations like this?"
"I'm sorry sir, but we're booked, and I'd advice you not to bother yourself
about looking for a nearby hotel, this is Paris and this is the time of the year
when every hotel is packed, except the cheap ones." The receptionist said.
"This is so unprofessional. Why would your company make such a terrible
mistake?" Rebecca complained.
I tried my best to not focus on her direction.
"You know what? I am exhausted and I really don't have time to stand here
and discuss how you got the booking mixed up." I said, turning to the
luggage guy. "Take my luggages to the suite."
"I'm not going to accept this. There's no way I'm spending three to two
weeks with you!" Rebecca said.
"I really don't care what you think. Or do. But I do have to warn you. If you
decide to stay in too, stick to your business and I'll stick to mine." I said to
her before making my way to the suite.
There goes my few weeks of peace people, just like that, it went down the
deep dark drain.
This is going to be a long two weeks. A very long torturing two weeks.
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