CHAPTER595
I almost knock him over with the speed I rush at him and throw myself into his arms with renewed energy. I was so bored here for the last two hours doing nothing and nerves have a way of making me excessively hyper.
“Hey, you… I guess you’re feeling better?” He kisses me and drops me back down on my feet from my weird hanging around his neck position, long enough to pull his suit jacket off and kick his shoes into the hall.
“I am… Was fine after a nap. Think it was nerves… What happened?” I blurt out impulsively like the child I can sometimes be. Overly antsy and rambling like a weird one.
“Come on, sit and I’ll tell you.” Arrick turns me forcefully and ushers me back to the living room, guiding me to the couch and practically pushes me to sit before he joins me. He is infuriatingly unreadable and calm, and I guess the lack of blood on his person means he’s not on the run for murder.
I hope.
“Come on tell me… How bad is it?” I sound whiny, petulant and grab his hand impatiently. I can’t sit at peace and he looks at me with an utterly indulgent expression.
“Well, I didn’t hit him, so that’s a plus.” He grins, toying with me and I get annoyed.
“Arrick Luciano Carrero!” I snap at him and get another infuriating grin. That title comes out very rarely and normally it has way more effect than this.
“Full name, huh… Must really be in the bad books, baby.” He teases me, tweaks my nose, and pushes me onto my back on the couch so I fall dramatically with a squeak. I don’t get a chance to respond as he’s on top of me in a flash and nestling himself comfortably on top of me. Much too happy, so I guess it went how he wanted it to go. “You’re not going back. You graduate without having to attend another single day; your papers are going in the mail tonight and Claude got away lightly with a little reprimand and a black mark on his resume for this one. You are not the only girl he has done this to and seems they had way more interest in an accused affair with another student, that they’re pursuing instead.”
“Oh my god, Vivien?” I gasp in surprise and think back to that little scene.
“They didn’t name her… Your tutors had nothing but great things to say about you, and I reckon any referrals or recommendations will be super amazing, seeing as I did tell them I wasn’t against pursing a sexual harassment clause if anything affected your final grading. You are free to leave Paris at any time. We’re done here. And I arranged for all your clothes and whatever else was at the school to be collected tomorrow by Boris.” He raises his brows smugly and I burst into the biggest smile before planting a huge kiss on him and wrapping myself around his neck. He is my hero in so many ways and knowing that we are really done here, done with this city and this life makes up for every single day we spent here.
“It feels good to have you back.” I giggle when he continues our sloppy kiss down my jaw and throat rather seductively.
“Get used to having me around, seems we have a week or two to pack up and ship home. I plan on a lot of late mornings and taking things easy while I have this respite. I want us to take some time to explore Paris before we leave, maybe go home with some nice memories of the city and act like the tourists we never got to be.”
“Maybe.” I watch him closely, enamored with how pretty he still is to me, even after two years of staring endlessly at the same face. It never grows boring or old. That perfect bone structure and those soft hazel eyes under that stubborn brow. I even love how his sandy hair has lightened at the tips over the years and made him a little fairer. Arry has always been beautiful and my idea of perfection, but right now I could not find a single fault.
“Want to stay home for food tonight or attempt to go out… If you’re still feeling rough, maybe we should eat something light and have a quiet night.” He nudges against me with his groin, those eyes homed in on mine, nose to nose.
“I’m fine, honestly, and now that this is done, I’m a hundred times better. Let’s go out and do something we haven’t done in a year to celebrate.” I beam up at him, curled in his arms tightly.
“What?”
“Get really, really, drunk, I mean to epic hangover standards and come home for crazy wild sex. We haven’t done that since we left New York.” I giggle when Arry starts making suggestive eyebrow twitches. The talk earlier about rough sex has been on my mind ever since and oh boy has he got it coming in grand fashion.
“That’s a plan I could really get behind.” He grins, and I shake my head cheekily.
“Or get behind me you mean? I know how much you love to get me on all fours.” I start snaking my hand under his shirt to get a feel at chiseled abs and perfect pecks, running my fingers up his sculpted body seductively. Arrick’s eyes get hazy with more flecks of green, a sure sign I am turning him on.
“You said it, not me… Now it’s in my head I am definitely getting you naked on all fours tonight.”"
