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As our lips met once again, Will stood up holding onto me with my legs now wrapped around him. I felt his manhood underneath me begin to harden and I giggled like a school girl.

He carried me up to my bedroom and laid us both down on the bed. His lips moved to my neck and I shivered waiting for where he would go next. I doubted I’d get much sleep that night, but I could care less. Mr. Sexy definitely lived up to his name.

***

I was alone when I woke as the sun came through the windows. As I rubbed my eyes, glad Will wouldn’t see what I looked like first thing in the morning, I noticed a small purple plaid luggage set sitting in the middle of the room. That wasn’t there last night, I thought. As I got closer to the set, I noticed a small piece of paper on top of the largest piece—a roller bag.



Deborah,

I’m sorry to leave you alone, but I had some last minute business to take care of. I hope you’ll enjoy using these on your trip to Paris. I had them custom ordered after our first date. I knew you’d win.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again in the next couple of days, but I will definitely see you before the flight.

I’ll be thinking about you.

With Love,

Will



I couldn’t stop smiling as I read the note. I loved that he had such faith in me that he ordered the set knowing I’d win. Just thinking about him again, made my body tingle with excitement. With Love. I wondered what it meant, and if it meant anything, but I’d have to obsess about it another time. I had too much to do in the next two days before the trip to Paris Fashion Week.





Chapter Eleven

Deborah



After spending the night with Will, the next two days flew by. I dropped Trap off at Ashley and Xander’s the day before and she texted me earlier that he was doing fine. Happy to hear he adjusted without having me around, I knew I’d be able to enjoy my two weeks away.

The only thing on my mind was my Mr. Sexy. I wished he could come with me to Paris. After all, it was the City of Love. I didn’t even ask him to join me though. At least he said he’d see me before the flight.

That was a good and bad thing. Normally for a flight I’d just wear something really comfortable, especially with how long the flight to Paris was. But with meeting Mr. Hargrove and seeing Will, I needed to look good. I chose a dark red silk wraparound skirt with an embroidered vine that wrapped up one side and paired it with a black cami with lace accents. On top of that I wore a short black jacket I thought looked cute with the outfit.

Looking around my apartment I thought about how much I’d miss the tiny dump. It was my first apartment on my own and I knew I’d always look back on it with a smile.

With everything packed in boxes, it looked even smaller. Stewart told me he’d arrange for all my things to be brought over to the mansion. Glad to not have to worry about that or pay for storage, I considered those to be the icing on the cake. The cake being living with my very own Mr. Sexy!

It was all very surreal to me how quickly things went from my graduating, to taking the job at Hargrove’s and meeting Will, to winning the competition and now moving in with him. The reasonable part of me thought things were moving too fast and I was going to get hurt. The other part of me knew I’d regret not doing it.

I felt so comfortable with Will, I knew he was my forever. Just being with him, even when he shut down and wouldn’t speak, I was more myself than I ever was with anyone else. Even though I hadn’t said the words yet, I knew I wasn’t falling in love with him, I had already fallen.

I read over the note he left me one more time. I kept it folded in my pocket the past two days and must have read it hundreds of times by now. Obsessing over it like I was, I knew I was reading into it too much, but I couldn’t help it. He signed it “with love”.

Did he mean it? Was that his way of saying he loved me? Or did he always sign everything “with love”?

While I drove myself crazy with the questions, the honking of a car horn sounded from outside. Rushing to the window I hoped to see Will there, even though I knew it was the cab ready to take me to the airport.

Where is he? He said he’d see me before my flight.

Patience wasn’t one of my strong points. The cab blew its horn again, this time more insistently, proving I wasn’t the only impatient person there at the moment.

Lifting the strap of the shoulder bag Will bought me onto my shoulder, I then grabbed the handle of the matching roller-bag with the toiletries bag attached to it, and pulled it towards the door. Lastly I grabbed the wardrobe bag that had all my samples for the collection with extra fabrics in case I needed them. Hargrove’s said I could ship it, but there was no way I was letting all that hard work out of my sight.