Intoxicated Romance

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

Toni:

Oh my God. We are finally in Paris. I thought the 15 hours flight was

never going to end. The only plus side of our flight was listening to

Steven sing. It was just amazing. As soon as we land, i see a group of

nigerian people with a card saying ‘steven and company” on it. Steven

takes my hand and we walk to them.

“welcome sir, madam” one of them says and shake our hands.

“is everything ready?” Steven asks.

“yes sir, your hotel room has been booked and you have an appointment

with the bridal shop’s manager by 4pm.”

“okay good

. We’ll just head to the hotel for a nap.”Steven says as we

walk out of the airport. The welcome party leaves us after showing us

the car they hired for us. Steven opens my door and i slip in while

grinning.

“what’s the big smile for?” he inquires

“i can see the city of love is already affecting you” i tease him and he laughs.

“you should be grateful. Do you know how many people want to be in

your shoes right now?” he teases me back

“oh. Really?

. Then forgive me for being an ingrate”

“you are forgiven madamoiselle” he says then lift my hands and brush

my knuckles with his lips. I gasp like a fish on land and he raises

his head and wink at me. I blush and cover my face with my head. I

hear steven’s laughter before he moves to his side of the car and

start the engine. We drive for about 20 minutes during which my eyes

are glued to the car window as i watched the beautiful scenery pass

with open-mouthed awe. Steven just remain silent beside me. He has

been like this ever since the call from his father some minutes ago.

“how can you not be fascinated by this?” i ask him as he comes to open my door.

“i am fascinated”

“well it doesn’t show. You have been quiet ever since you talked to

your father on the way here. Is everything okay?”

“yea, come on lets go in. I am famished”he says and give me a small smile.

“okay” i alight the car and we walk into the hotel(which is just too

beautiful to describe). Steven guides me with his hands on the small

of my back, to the reception to get our key card. His pinkie finger

caress the top swell of my ass and i look up to see his eyes twinkling

with mischief. I don’t stop him though, i just place my hand on the

small of his back. He raises his eye brow at me and i smile sweetly as

i move my hand slowly to his left ass cheek and squeeze. His eyes

bulge and he gets into a coughing fit while i giggle. A beautiful

black woman walks to us in concern.

“are you okay monsieur?” she has a French accent.

“oh, I’m fine. Thank you” Steven lifts his head up and smile at her

and i hear her gasp. Why does my man has that effect on women?. I

watch as the woman’s face light up as she extends her hand to Steven.

“I’m Beatrice, by the way”she says not even paying me any attention.

Since when did i become miss invincible?. Steven is about to shake

her but i extend my hand instead.

“hi, Beatrice, i am the wife” i say and shake her hand firmly while

smiling at her. I hear Steven laugh behind me and i elbow hisib

“we have an honey moon to get to so, run along now, bitch” i say the

‘bitch’ silently but Steven hears me. Beatrice slip her hand into

purse and hand Steven her card.

“call me when you want someone classy” she says and walk away with her

voluptuous ass swinging like no man’s business.

“did she just imply that i am classless?” i start going after her but

Steven grabs my waist.

“we just got here so please don’t get us thrown in prison, love” i

remain still then pout.

“wow!” Steven says laughing

“what?”

“she’s the bridal shop manager we’re supposed to meet by 4” he answers

“well, I’m not going” i huff and walk away. Steven collects our key

card and runs after me. He opens the door and i storm to the first

room i see and slump on the bed. I hear steven’s footsteps approaching

but then i hear his phone ring. My eyes goes heavy as i doze off.

I open my eyes when i feel someone kiss my hair. Steven is lying

behind me with his hand on my stomach. I rest my head on his shoulder

and relax into him..

“good morning” he says into my ear and i jump off the bed.

“good morning?!. I slept for a full day?. Why did you wake me?” i cry.

“calm down baby. I am just kidding. Its just 2:30pm. You were sleeping

like a log while snoring pigfully” he says and i raise my eye brows at

him.

“pigfully?”i ask and he laughs and i shake my head at him.

. My stomach

growls and we both laugh.

“even after the food you consumed on the plane, you are hungry again.

Its like you’re eating for someone else too”he tease and i laugh at

the truth of his words.

“well go take a shower so we can go find something to eat before we go

to the bridal shop. We need to get ready for the wedding tomorrow”

“alright”

some minutes later, we’re on the street of Paris, holding hands while

we purchase street food from vendors. Steven looks awkward in these

little stores but he seems to be enduring for me.

“come on, taste it” i whine at him. I have been trying to get him to

eat a delicious treat on the street but he won’t bulge.

“it could be infected with germs” he says and i laugh at him.

“whatever, your loss.”i say and stick my tongue out at him.

“Votre femme est belle(your wife is beautiful)” the vendor says.

“oui, elle est la plus belle femme Que je connaisse. Et je Jaime

tellement” Steven replies and smile at me.

“okay, what did you just tell her?”i ask him

“she said you have a big appetite and i said she has no idea seeing as

you cried just because of food the previous day” he laughs and i glare

at him.

“you told her that?!” he continues laughing and i storm off angrily.

My anger increases when we get to the bridal shop and i see miss

Beatrice. She fawns around Steven but when Steven sees my expression

he shuts her down.

“can you please do your job and get my bride a gown as beautiful as

she is?” he says and i smile. We spend two hours there before i find a

perfect gown. Its simple and beautiful. The gown is packaged for me

and i hide it from Steven. Steven pouts but let it go. as soon as we

get home, we crawl into bed together too tired.