Chapter fifty-eight: I Love Spending On You

Chapter fifty-eight: I Love Spending On You

Jessica

We spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking our stuff and only stopped when Jeffrey started complaining of being hungry.

"Seriously, Jessica." He groaned as he laid on his bed, his arms crossed over his eyes as he dramatically complained like a seven year old boy.

"I might die if I don't get some food now." I shook my head with a smile.

"I am trying to get your stuff unpacked so you won't have to deal with so much later. Knowing you will put it off and then your room will become a mess."

He rolled his eyes and I raised my eyebrow, dropping the clothes I was holding and crawling onto the bed to lean over him.

"What happens when we roll our eyes?" His nostrils flared and he flashed a teasing grin as he rolled over onto his stomach.

"Are you going to spank me, Pumpkin?"

He wiggled his eyebrows as well as his hips but all I could do was feel the blush forming on my face. I couldn't even picture myself punishing him like that. It felt too strange coming from me but extremely sexy from him.

I gently patted his ass and could feel the rosy tint forming on my cheeks. I scooted off the bed and continued folding the clothes.

"That is not how you properly spank someone."

"Jeffrey, I am not spanking you and that is final."

My voice sounded more parental than I intended, which made me feel even more awkward. His eyes widened a little and he slid off the bed, walking over to me and taking the clothes from my hand, tossing them aside.

"Hey, I was folding those."

"Who allowed you to give me such an attitude today?" I crossed my arms and shrugged.

"Myself, most likely."

"I can't tell if I want to punish you or fúck you for being so naughty."

He grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gazed up Into his deep eyes.

"How about you just kiss me." He smirked and nodded.

"I can leave with that."

He leaned down and connected his lips to mine, molding our mouths together like the piece of a puzzle. I loved having sex with him but there was something about the passionate and steamy kisses that was far more intimate and engaging. To just stand here with him and feel his soft lips on mine, I couldn't ask for anything more.


****

Our first night together in his house made me wish I could stay in this country longer than the weeks I planned. After I had a shower and brushed my teeth and snuggled myself into his bed while waiting for him to get ready for bed, a little part of me wanted this to continue to be routine.

I wanted to come home after classes and just plop down on his couch, watch some movies while I wait for him to come home from work. Eat dinner with him and then fall asleep in each other's arms and start all over again the next day.

But I knew it wouldn't happen, I knew I was hoping for a fantasy. I will be going back against New Year and continue with my studies, not seeing Jeffrey for who knows how long. I don't even think he knew when he would go to my country again. His next expansion, as far as I am aware, is England. I wished he would come back to my country before going to another country but I was just dreaming too big. Jeffrey's business is far too important to him to make changes simply because of me.

He settled into bed and wrapped his arms around me. He seemed to notice my stressed state and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

"Everything alright, Princess?" I smiled and looked at him.

"Yes, everything is fine. I am just really happy I came to Paris with you." He gave me a soft smile in return and nodded in agreement.

"I am happy you came with me too."

The next morning, I woke up with the sun on my cheeks and an empty bed. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, glancing over the clock on the wall and seeing that it was almost ten in the morning. His phone was still on the bedside table so I assumed he had gone to the bathroom or something.

I was just about to get up from bed but Jeffrey walked through the door, carrying a tray of food and two mugs of coffee.

"You are up," he grinned.

"I made you breakfast for your first day in Paris."

I smiled and moved over to allow him space to sit down. He carefully placed the tray down and my eyes widened at the full breakfast set in front of me.

"Is it too much?" He asked.

"I figured out that a proper breakfast would be fitting for your first day in France."

"No, Jeffrey. It is perfect, I love it. Thank you." I smiled and he leaned over to press a kiss to my temple before we dug into the meal.

After breakfast, we showered and got dressed. He insisted on taking me for a tour of the city. I was wearing boots and positioned my beanie on top of my head as he was coming down the stairs.

"You almost forgot this."

He said, holding up the scarf he had bought me. I grinned as he placed it over my shoulder, wrapping it around my neck perfectly.

"Thank you, daddy." He smiled and looked down at my attire, his eyes landing on my shoes.

"Your boots are falling apart, Princess. Those won't keep you warm." I looked down at them, turning my foot to examine the cracks where the sole was splitting from the top of the shoe.

"I have had them for a while, I guess."

"We will get you some new ones." His hands caress my cheek.

"Which brand please you more, Gucci, Louis Vuitton or maybe Versace?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk.

"You rich cocky bastard, you're not buying me a thousand dollar pairs of shoes." His hand trailed behind my neck, tugging me closer to his body.

"They aren't a thousand dollars, only a couple hundred and it is nothing." I scoffed.

"A couple of hundred? Jeffrey, I.."

"Come on," he interrupted me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door.

"We are burning daylight."


****

Jeffrey took me to so many sightseeing and eventually we made a stop at his favorite coffee shop. We were sitting at the window sipping our coffee, watching some cars go by and the winter snow blanketing the ground in white.

"How is it?" He asked as I took another sip of my steaming cup.

"It is lovely, you weren't lying. This coffee is really good."

I noticed from the corner of my eyes that a few people were staring at us and pointing slightly as they whispered to each other. I looked away and looked back at Jeffrey.

"I think those people are talking about us. Don't turn around though and make it obvious." He smiled and nodded.

"Um, I am a little more well known in Marseille Paris than I am in your Katagum. I get recognized a lot more here"

I nodded in understanding and he glanced over his shoulder just as the two women at the counter snapped a photo of us. He smirked and waved at them, causing them to blush and then they started placing their orders.

We left the coffee shop not too long after, Jeffrey stopped for photos with the two women before we left and continued our sightseeing. I also made him take pictures with me, ignoring his eye rolls every time I pulled out my phone camera.

Finally we ended up at the Versace shop. I nearly didn't get out of the car because I didn't want him to buy me anything. But it didn't stop him though, because he proceeded to exit the car and started to walk inside the store. I hastily left the car and followed him inside, scolding him and telling him to get back in the car. But he simply looked at my feet.

"Are you size eight?" I pressed my lips and refused to respond to him, crossing my arms and he smirked.

"Princess, you need new boots. You can't wear those old things anymore."

"But I don't need expensive boots." I said, quietly.

This store was far too luxurious for me and Jeffrey didn't need to be spending all his money on a gift for me.

"You know I don't mind buying you things, right?" He asked as he gazed at a pair of boots displayed on the shelf in front of me.

"I know but I don't want you thinking that I expect it from you or anything." He turned and looked at me, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I know you don't expect it, that is why I offer it. I like treating you to new things, you deserve only the best, my Princess."

"But Jeffrey, this costs too much money and….."

"Baby girl, I am buying you new boots and that is final." He lowered his voice and his darkening.

"Don't argue with me." I sighed through my nose, knowing that I would never break him.

"Eight and half, that is my size."