Chapter 114
Paris and Jenna spoke to a few students, but all had the same story; they didn’t really know Paris as he was hardly at the varsity.
“We should see if you have an online profile, now that we know your name and last,” Jenna suggested on their way home.
They got home and after spending a great amount of time online searching for any social media page; they came up empty, but all was not lost. They did find a few deeds that were in Paris’ name and contacted the broker.
The broker visited Paris at Jenna’s apartment.
“I never thought I will meet up with you in such an area,” Mr. Sanders chuckled after a cup of coffee.
Paris explained to him what had happened and both Paris and Jenna were shocked when Mr. Sanders told them that Paris was filthy rich. What Paris does not remember is that every few years, he compelled the broker to believe that Paris was the next generation to inherit his family's fortunes.
“So, you mean to tell us that Paris has no family?” Jenna asked after Mr. Sanders told them everything he knew about Paris.
“That is correct, but hey, at least you can get out of this dump now,” Mr. Sanders said, and pulled the deeds to all his properties. “This is the details of your banker and over here,” Mr. Sander pointed to a piece of paper. “This is the details of your lawyer.”
Jenna lost her smile because Mr. Sanders called her little apartment a dump, not knowing how sentimental she was.
“I will be off then. Here is my card,” Mr. Sanders left his card. “As you have memory loss, I am sure you don’t know where any of the keys are of your many properties, so I suggest you start with your banker. I hope that your former self was smart enough to have keys in a security box.”
Jenna walked Mr. Sanders out and as soon as the door was shut, she could not help stating her opinion of him. “What a rude person.”
“I am excited to go check out my properties. Shall we go to the bank to see if I have some spare keys?” Paris said, not even hearing her remark about his broker. He was so excited.
“What? My dump not good enough for you anymore?” Jenna pouted.
“I didn’t say that.” Paris pulled her in and wrapped his arms around her. “For all we know, my properties are dumps as well.”
Jenna walked over to the living room where Mr. Sanders left copies of all the deeds and picked them up. “Yeah, definitely not dumps. It appears you have property across the world. My guess is that you have a huge bank account.”
“Then let’s go find out?” Paris urged her, dragging her to the door.
“You go,” Jenna said and handed him her car keys.
“What if I don’t know how to drive?” Paris questioned.
“Muscle memory,” Jenna said.
Paris picked up that Jenna was clearly upset about something. “What is wrong?”
“Nothing. Let’s just go,” Jenna said and grabbed the keys from him.
Paris followed her out of the apartment and was not happy that she was upset as for the past few weeks he has not once seen her upset. Paris put it to the back of his head.
By that afternoon, after paying the bank and his lawyer a visit, Paris learned he was a very wealthy person indeed.
“I guess you will be taking off now?” Jenna questioned on their way to her car after going to the bank and finding that he did in fact have keys to his properties. Not only that, but he also had a few cars.
“Let’s take this bank card for a spin,” Paris said, waving it around.
“Book yourself an Uber,” Jenna said and got into her car, holding back her tears.
Paris grabbed her car door, preventing her from closing it. “Please tell me what the matter is?”
“You are all rich so clearly no need for me anymore,” Jenna said.
“I heard somewhere that money can’t buy love,” Paris said. “Scoot over. I am driving.”
“But you don’t know how,” Jenna objected.
“You will teach me,” Paris said, waiting for her to scoot over. “I found a driver's license in my security box so clearly I drove before my incident.”
“Fine,” Jenna said and scooted over.
Paris got into the car and dropped the stack of deeds and documents onto her lap. “Start talking,” Paris said and started the car.
After Jenna explained to him how to drive, Paris pulled off without a problem. They took a slow drive to the nearest mall.
“Please don’t buy a lot of crap. My place is way too small for more things and besides, I am sure all your properties have everything already.” Jenna said and got out of the car.
Paris dragged Jenna into the first clothing store.
“Are you insane? This place cost a fortune,” Jenna objected.
“I have a fortune and what good is it if I can’t spend it on the woman I love?” Paris said, insisting on splurging on her.
“I really can not accept this,” Jenna continued to object.
“If you don’t start shopping, I will spend my money on the next woman that walks into this store,” Paris chuckled and walked over to the men’s section.
Jenna rolled her eyes, and they stopped at the entrance just as Katelina walked in.
Jenna was quick to grab the nearest dress and rushed over to where Paris was browsing when she remembered the man that was with Katelina last night, words.
“Now we are talking,” Paris smiled when he saw Jenna walk over with a dress in her hand.
“Is that not the woman from last night?” Paris looked past Jenna at Katelina.
Jenna looked around, pretending to notice Katelina for the first time. “Looks like it.”
Paris walked past Jenna. “Hey, how are you?”
“Oh, hi Paris,” Katelina greeted.
“I didn’t catch your name last night,” Paris said.
“Kat,” Kattelina introduced herself.
“Jenna,” Jenna introduced herself past Paris. “Where is your boyfriend today?”
“He does not like shopping,” Katelina smiled. “I actually just came to pick up a dress. Enjoy your shopping.”
“You guys should come to the pub again. Drinks on me,” Paris offered, eager to make friends.
“Sure. I will tell Michael,” Katelina said and proceeded to the saleslady, brushing them off.
“Let’s pay for this and check out some more stores,” Paris said, feeling like a kid that got handed a free pass.
“What do you think about this dress?” Jenna tried to distract him, fearing that he might be attracted to Katelina.
“Beautiful. You should get it,” Paris said and took it off the rail. “And this one,” he said, taking off another.
It was only when Katelina left the store that Jenna decided they should proceed to checkout.
On their way to the next shop, they walked past a jewelry store, stopping Paris in his tracks.
“Choose a ring,” Paris said, turning to look at the rings in the window display.
“All of them are pretty,” Jenna said and wanted to continue walking, but Paris pulled her back before dropping to one knee.
“Marry me,” Paris said, looking up at her.
“What?” Jenna asked, shocked, with her hands over her mouth. A few people stopped to watch.
“Say yes!” “Say yes!” the crowd that was building up started to cheer.
“Yes,” Jenna said, pulling Paris to his feet. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Paris chuckled and dragged her into the jewelry shop. “We are looking for one of a kind,” he told the saleslady that was standing behind the counter.
“No, no, no. One of these will do,” Jenna insisted, pulling Paris over to the cheapest display that was not cheap at all but the cheapest in the store.
“One of a kind,” Paris repeated again, pulling her away from the counter toward the sales lady.
Thirty minutes later, Jenna walked out of the jewelry store with a rock on her finger.
“Where would you like to go eat?” Paris asked with his arm wrapped around her.
“Not at the mall,” Jenna chuckled and together they made their way out of the mall.
“After eating we should go to one of these properties,” Paris said, getting into the car, this time on the passenger seat so that he could browse through the deeds.
“Sure,” Jenna said with a big smile on her face, the rock on her finger catching her eyes as she pulled off.
