The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 81

Kenna

My eyebrows furrow as Gerald comes to a stop near a private jet, causing me to look around but as soon as he opens the door for me, I'm left to step out of the car, feeling a little bit of an unknown feeling building inside.

''So . . . here's my stop?'' I ask Gerald.

He smiles, ''I can't tell you that.''

''Sworn to secrecy?'' I joke and he laughs, gesturing for me to take the next few steps before looking up to find a couple of stewardess and pilot to smile down at me; leaving me to sigh.

I walk up the stairs to the flight, ''Welcome, Mrs. Ashton. I'll take you inside,'' One of the stewardess says before walking ahead of me, making me follow her from behind and straight towards one of the seats, liking how comfortable they feel.

To my surprise, she places a MacBook on the small desk in front of me, causing me to furrow my brows but I remain still as she walks away, leaving me all by myself.

Within seconds, Aidan's name shows up on the screen through FaceTime, letting me press 'answer' before seeing it being connected; his face showing up on the screen as he starts to smile, ''Right . . . do you always take girls out on a date in your private jet?'' I ask.

He chuckles and I take my time to see that he's also being in the same situation as I am, the familiar yet different seat in the background; showing that he's also in a jet. ''You'll see me in seven hours,'' He replies.

''What?'' I frown.

He smiles, revealing his teeth. ''Trust me, Kenna. I'll see you in a bit and we're going to have the best time of our lives,'' He continues to speak. ''Just enjoy your flight and I'll be there as soon as you land. I love you,'' He adds, soothing my heart.

Just as he ends the call, I am left hearing the captain assuring the flight going up to our destination but he didn't say where; leaving me to lean back on my seat, glancing down at my dress and looking back at my makeup, smiling to myself at how much I actually trust Aidan.

''Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs. Ashton?'' One of the stewardess stands beside me with a small smile plastered on her face as she bows down a little. ''If you're famished, we have a lot of to choose from.'' She adds.

My eyebrows furrow as I try to think of something to eat, ''What would you suggest?''

''You would want my suggestion?'' She seems a little bit surprised at my question which causes me to look at her, seeing that she might be a afraid to give a suggestion yet she covers it up by clearing her throat. ''The fish fillet is actually very good,''

''Then . . . I'd like the fish fillet,'' I reply, smiling.

My cheeks heat up at his compliment before looking down at our hands, ''Thank you.''

''Look,'' He points out at the window as I follow his gaze, eyes widening at the sight of the Eiffel Tower before realising where we really are; leaving me to blink a few times to make sure that this is all real and by far, as real as it can get.

''Paris?'' I raise an eyebrow as I feel mesmerised by the city, somehow enjoying the lights and the beautiful view. ''My—''

He cuts me off, ''Your bucket list number four. Visit a foreign country . . . preferably Paris.'' He adds which causes me to immediately place my lips onto his, feeling the softness mixed with my own; somehow making me fall deeper and deeper in love with him than I already am.

''How can you be perfect?'' I smile as I look up into his eyes, seeing him grinning at me; enjoying my arms wrapped around his neck as he has both of his hands placed on both sides of my waist.

We both come to a stop near the Eiffel Tower, letting me eye it from down here with Aidan's hand around my waist, his chauffeur waiting as we both walk down the streets and straight to a well-known hotel in Paris, reviews have said that it would cost them around thousands to book a suite and it'd for sure would burn a hole in their pocket but probably for Aidan and someone like him, it wouldn't be a big deal.

''Bienvenue à Paris. Bonsoir,'' The man greets us before letting us enter, greeted by the air-conditioned room; letting me mesmerise the view by wandering my eyes around, letting Aidan lead me inside, straight towards the reception counter—where there are a couple of receptionist smiling at our arrival.

I stand in the middle, underneath the shining chandelier as I appear to be standing out in this dress, receiving attention from the people here but rather than being bothered by the amount of people laying their eyes on me, I am actually mesmerised by the beauty standing near the counter as he smiles, turning to look at me.