Love, Lies & Legacy- chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
The look on Jesse's face when he saw her was something very interesting. It was a mixture of surprised and horrified at the same time. Julez on the other hand looked completely oblivious.
"Hello, I think I'm in the wrong room," she said while running her hands threw her perfectly highlighted hair. She then gave Jesse a seductive smile.
"Lexy… it's good to see you," Jesse said finally.
"Who are you again?" asked Julez in a bitchy tone. Apparently Julez has a way to predict someone's attitude before she even talks to him or her. I assumed that she already hates Lexy by then..
"Lexy Pierce, teen supermodel of the year, I've done runways for Dolce, Hermes and Stella McCartney. Who are you?" Lexy said proudly with the same bitchy tone.
"Julez Everard, multi platinum selling teen rock star. I've won 2 MTV Video Music Awards, an American Music Award and have 3 number one singles," she said mimicking Lexy's bitchy tone with a tight smile.
At that moment I felt uncomfortable for a foolish reason. I just loathed the way Lexy looked at Jesse. It felt like they had history together or something. Plus I totally agree with Julez, for a supermodel, she does send out negative energy. To me the negative energy was crawling up my skin and making me really jealous.
So as they were talking, I slowly exited the private room and out to the streets. I bet they did not even notice my absence. The streets of Paris were warm. Everywhere you go everyone is dressed stylishly. Gucci platforms, Hermes hobo bags, Coach head scarves and Prada jackets could be seen everywhere.
I wondered down the stoned streets making sure to remember every turn I made so I would not get lost. I stopped in front of a cafe to drown myself in caffeine. As I got to the counter, I was greeted with a benevolent smile.
"Give me the strongest iced coffee you've got," I said to the girl. She looked at me with a confused expression, like she did not understand what I was saying.
"Coffee…. Strong?" she asked while squinting her eyes to me. Apparently she does not understand what strong coffee means. This is what happens when you do not know how to speak French and yet you're spending the summer in Paris.
"Un glace ristretto," someone said from behind me. He then pointed to the bagel displayed. The girl gave a nod. "Oh! Oui, Oui…" she said and went to brew the coffee.
"If you want something strong, ask for the ristretto," the boy said to me in an accent which is neither British but not completely French. The accent totally got my attention.
Before I could say anything the girl was back with a cup of iced coffee and wrapped bagel. The boy paid the girl and handed me the cup.
"Enjoy," he said while licking his lips. Now that startled me a bit. Why was this guy giving me coffee? I stared at him for a while. He had the most unusual eyes I have ever seen. His left eye was blue but his right eye was green. I have never seen something so anomalous but still stunning at the same time. First it was Jesse's scar and now this?
"How much do I owe you?" I asked, wanting to pay him back.
"You owe me your name and a walk, if you are not busy," he said with that addictive unidentified accent and sexy smile. God that accent sent me into a trance. I sheepishly let out a hand.
"My name is Sienna Carlson and I'm not busy," I said as he shook my hand. We exited the café and walked down the street.
"It is your first time here, right?" he said, putting his bagel inside his sling bag and then placing his hands in the pockets of his leather Hugo Boss jacket.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked while taking a sip of my coffee.
"Parisians take their coffee seriously. You on the other hand Sienna, do not even know how to order a cup of strong coffee," he said with a half smile, exposing an adorable dimple. After spending just 3 minutes with this boy, I found him to be very fascinating.
It was not only his accent and good looks that caught my attention; it was his body language and all round persona. He was one of those guys who seemed unpredictable and awfully hard to decipher. He looked mysterious, dangerous but underneath it all lay a sense of debonair. His looks were striking but not in a model kind of way but an aristocratic kind of way.
"That's not true. I just don't know how to order strong coffee in French," I said while trying hard not to stare at him. The sun was warm against my skin as we walked the stylish streets of Paris and it shined through his mismatched eyes, the gentle breeze teasingly playing with his already tousle rich mahogany hair.
"So what brings you to Paris, Sienna?" he asked while looking straight at me. I could not give him a straight answer. I was too blinded by his accent. I just smiled to myself like a silly little girl. The boy, still wanting an answer, came to a halt and turned to face me. I looked at him, the childish grin still on my face.
"Are you distracted by the way I talk, Sienna?" he asked, smoldering with sexiness that made my heart filled with lust. I could feel my face turn scarlet.
"Yes, it’s just I'm fascinated with accents and I'm still trying to figure out what is your accent. There is a hint of French but the rest…" I said while shaking my head in confusion and trying to control my rapid heartbeat at the same time.
I realized that we stopped exactly in front of the Roberto Cavalli store. I was not paying attention to where I was going when we left the café, I just followed this mysterious boy. So how did he know that I was heading back to this particular store? A smirk lit up his face while I stared at him intensively. He suddenly leaned down until I could feel his breath on my neck.
"He devoured in vain her eternal crimson soul in the twilight of Bucuresti," he whispered seductively, drowning my soul with every last word. He then straightens himself and started to walk away but after a few steps, he turned around and winked at me.
His last words to me felt like he was absolutely sure that we're going to meet each other again. Yet, I did not have a chance to ask for his name. As I entered the store, those last words kept ringing in my head. He devoured in vain her eternal crimson soul in the twilight of Bucuresti…What did that mean?
The look on Jesse's face when he saw her was something very interesting. It was a mixture of surprised and horrified at the same time. Julez on the other hand looked completely oblivious.
"Hello, I think I'm in the wrong room," she said while running her hands threw her perfectly highlighted hair. She then gave Jesse a seductive smile.
"Lexy… it's good to see you," Jesse said finally.
"Who are you again?" asked Julez in a bitchy tone. Apparently Julez has a way to predict someone's attitude before she even talks to him or her. I assumed that she already hates Lexy by then..
"Lexy Pierce, teen supermodel of the year, I've done runways for Dolce, Hermes and Stella McCartney. Who are you?" Lexy said proudly with the same bitchy tone.
"Julez Everard, multi platinum selling teen rock star. I've won 2 MTV Video Music Awards, an American Music Award and have 3 number one singles," she said mimicking Lexy's bitchy tone with a tight smile.
At that moment I felt uncomfortable for a foolish reason. I just loathed the way Lexy looked at Jesse. It felt like they had history together or something. Plus I totally agree with Julez, for a supermodel, she does send out negative energy. To me the negative energy was crawling up my skin and making me really jealous.
So as they were talking, I slowly exited the private room and out to the streets. I bet they did not even notice my absence. The streets of Paris were warm. Everywhere you go everyone is dressed stylishly. Gucci platforms, Hermes hobo bags, Coach head scarves and Prada jackets could be seen everywhere.
I wondered down the stoned streets making sure to remember every turn I made so I would not get lost. I stopped in front of a cafe to drown myself in caffeine. As I got to the counter, I was greeted with a benevolent smile.
"Give me the strongest iced coffee you've got," I said to the girl. She looked at me with a confused expression, like she did not understand what I was saying.
"Coffee…. Strong?" she asked while squinting her eyes to me. Apparently she does not understand what strong coffee means. This is what happens when you do not know how to speak French and yet you're spending the summer in Paris.
"Un glace ristretto," someone said from behind me. He then pointed to the bagel displayed. The girl gave a nod. "Oh! Oui, Oui…" she said and went to brew the coffee.
"If you want something strong, ask for the ristretto," the boy said to me in an accent which is neither British but not completely French. The accent totally got my attention.
Before I could say anything the girl was back with a cup of iced coffee and wrapped bagel. The boy paid the girl and handed me the cup.
"Enjoy," he said while licking his lips. Now that startled me a bit. Why was this guy giving me coffee? I stared at him for a while. He had the most unusual eyes I have ever seen. His left eye was blue but his right eye was green. I have never seen something so anomalous but still stunning at the same time. First it was Jesse's scar and now this?
"How much do I owe you?" I asked, wanting to pay him back.
"You owe me your name and a walk, if you are not busy," he said with that addictive unidentified accent and sexy smile. God that accent sent me into a trance. I sheepishly let out a hand.
"My name is Sienna Carlson and I'm not busy," I said as he shook my hand. We exited the café and walked down the street.
"It is your first time here, right?" he said, putting his bagel inside his sling bag and then placing his hands in the pockets of his leather Hugo Boss jacket.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked while taking a sip of my coffee.
"Parisians take their coffee seriously. You on the other hand Sienna, do not even know how to order a cup of strong coffee," he said with a half smile, exposing an adorable dimple. After spending just 3 minutes with this boy, I found him to be very fascinating.
It was not only his accent and good looks that caught my attention; it was his body language and all round persona. He was one of those guys who seemed unpredictable and awfully hard to decipher. He looked mysterious, dangerous but underneath it all lay a sense of debonair. His looks were striking but not in a model kind of way but an aristocratic kind of way.
"That's not true. I just don't know how to order strong coffee in French," I said while trying hard not to stare at him. The sun was warm against my skin as we walked the stylish streets of Paris and it shined through his mismatched eyes, the gentle breeze teasingly playing with his already tousle rich mahogany hair.
"So what brings you to Paris, Sienna?" he asked while looking straight at me. I could not give him a straight answer. I was too blinded by his accent. I just smiled to myself like a silly little girl. The boy, still wanting an answer, came to a halt and turned to face me. I looked at him, the childish grin still on my face.
"Are you distracted by the way I talk, Sienna?" he asked, smoldering with sexiness that made my heart filled with lust. I could feel my face turn scarlet.
"Yes, it’s just I'm fascinated with accents and I'm still trying to figure out what is your accent. There is a hint of French but the rest…" I said while shaking my head in confusion and trying to control my rapid heartbeat at the same time.
I realized that we stopped exactly in front of the Roberto Cavalli store. I was not paying attention to where I was going when we left the café, I just followed this mysterious boy. So how did he know that I was heading back to this particular store? A smirk lit up his face while I stared at him intensively. He suddenly leaned down until I could feel his breath on my neck.
"He devoured in vain her eternal crimson soul in the twilight of Bucuresti," he whispered seductively, drowning my soul with every last word. He then straightens himself and started to walk away but after a few steps, he turned around and winked at me.
His last words to me felt like he was absolutely sure that we're going to meet each other again. Yet, I did not have a chance to ask for his name. As I entered the store, those last words kept ringing in my head. He devoured in vain her eternal crimson soul in the twilight of Bucuresti…What did that mean?
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