CEO AND WIDOW 2 CHILDREN

Clara in Paris

The plane landed in Paris. I was picked up by Christian's employee.

30 Minutes later I reached the hotel where Christian was staying.

...The Four Seasons Hotel...

Jeez.. It looks so fancy.

I got off the car greeted by the hotel doorman. "mrs. Anderson, let me help."

Arriving at the reception desk. "can I help you?" the hotel receptionist said

"yes, I'm here to see Christian Miles" replied Clara.

the clerk started typing on his computer. "excuse me, on whose behalf?"

"Clara Anderson." replied Clara

"oh yes, Mr. Miles' been waiting, sorry for the ID card?" ask the officer.

Clara gave her ID card to the receptionist. The clerk writes Clara's information to her computer and replies, "Mr. Miles is in the Eiffel Tower suite on the 7th floor, ma'am, we can take you there."

"oh no need, I can go there myself. Merci." Answer Clara

Clara walked towards the elevator and started walking to the 7th floor

Holy moly ...

The carpet looks luxurious, let alone the chandelier, very very luxurious even though this is just a hotel corridor. I walked down the corridor of the hotel until I arrived at the room number on my card.

I go in or knock on the door first, right? Inner Clara

Just go straight in..

When I entered the hotel room, this room was amazingly beautiful.the room was spacious like not a hotel room. The decoration is very luxurious.

"hello." I went through the room and looked for Christian's whereabouts

I heard someone talking on the porch. When I saw it, there was Christian who was connected through a cell phone line and spoke French.

I gave Christian a signal to finish the conversation on the phone.Not long after that, Christian finished then walked straight to Clara and kissed my lips and poured drinks into the glass.

"who were you talking to on the phone?" ask Clara

"that's my personal assistant." Answer Christian. Christian pulled my body back into his arms.

I smiled at Christian.

"how was your flight? All smooth?" ask Christian

"well, all right." I frowned when something came to my mind. "you have a personal assistant in France?"

"really? How long have you been in Paris?" ask Clara

"about 3-4 months a year I live in Paris" Christian replied.

"do you live here 4 months a year?" ask Clara

"yes, me and some of my brothers share the duty to run the company here."

"are you close to your brothers?" ask Clara

"yeah..." Christian looked at me strangely, as if astonished at my question. "my brother and I were so close that they were like best friends."

"mmmmm... Okay... Now that I'm here, what are you gonna do to me, Mr Christian?" ask Clara

"mmm.. You have two choices, Anderson."

"okay."

"first, you can bend your body and I'll give you my version of the Eiffel tower."

Clara laughed listening to that. Where could he give such an idea?

"or.." Christian sucks a drink out of his glass.." I can take you away for dinner and a dance or whatever it is that's boring."

Clara smiled at Christian

Christian raises his sexy eyebrows. "so.. How's it?"

I squinted when I faked my concentration. "I picked dinner and dance, thank you."

"wh.. I know you will definitely choose that one. You're boring.."

I smiled and looked at Christian's beautiful face for a while.

"i've never found anyone like you, Christian Miles."

"ditto.." Christian raises his glass up. "let's have a toast"

I took a sip of champagne and touched my glass to Christian's glass

"to swallow the cement" said Christian

What the hell... I snorted and spewed my drink, and I laughed "you're so obsessed today."

"that's because I always think about it" Christian said

I smiled and looked at her beautiful face..

I don't think it's wrong to decide to go see Christian in Paris..