Page 41 of Deadlier Obsessions

Having gone on so much about how I hate Paris, and France in general, I can’t really let on that I’m enjoying our sightseeing trip, but I kinda am. It’s not really about where we are, or what sights we’re seeing, but more about the girls and how you can see every fucking emotion on their faces. Even Sebastian, when he thinks I’m not watching, is just gazing around him like he’s a kid at Christmas, and hell, I don’t know exactly how many experiences he’s had like this, but I realize he’s about to get more of them. When exactly did I turn into a pussy, because this isn’t me, or at least it wasn’t until I met these three. Mav’s like me, and I can see how he surprises himself sometimes too.

We stop for lunch at a restaurant that seems pretentious as hell, but has amazing food, and again, our three ‘pets’ look like they’ve been given some amazing gift, but I have to admit I’m enjoying it too, even if I make sure to grumble now and then. That way, Stella can make it up to me later, for enduring sightseeing just for her. I’m evolving, but I’m still an asshole, see.

“All I’m saying is that the Eiffel Tower is a must see, that’s all,” Stella’s saying to us, while sipping some crazy expensive wine, while Lucy glares at her glass of water. It must suck to not be able to drink now, but on the upside, she’s growing our fucking baby.

“Stop pouting, Lucy, I’ll give you something better tasting in a bit,” I say, winking at her, and grinning when she groans.

“It’s a tourist trap though, that’s all. Why don’t we go to a museum or something.”

“Uh, that’d also be a tourist trap, Pretty Boy. I say we take the girls up the damn tower.”

I’m with Mav on this one, because I’m partial to an ‘Eiffel Tower’ myself, and that thought makes me grin. Why does everything make me think of sex? Who cares?

Seems like the decision is made, and even though we’re all a little tired from traveling, I feel like going there next is the best move, so then we can head back to the hotel and fuck our brains out for the rest of the evening. What could be a better end to our day than that?

STELLA

This time we took a car service to the Eiffel Tower, so nobody had to drive. Mav wanted Lucy on his lap, and of course that couldn’t happen if she was driving. As we sit in the backseat with Sebastian kissing the left side of my neck, and Gage kissing my right, the driver watches me with wide eyes. I giggle as I try to tell them to stop, but Gage barks at our peeping tom, “Eyes on the road, fucker.”

He must take him seriously, because he turns his eyes back to the traffic in front of him with a muttered response, ‘désolé’, which I’ve learned means ‘sorry’.

I gasp loudly when I notice that we’re here. The Eiffel Tower is, of course, so massive that you can’t see all of it through the window of the vehicle.

We all pile out of the car and walk through the crowd of onlookers. I stop and stare, tilting my head back and my gaze travels the huge monument from bottom to top. Gage comes up behind me, grabs my breast and kisses my neck softly. “It’s beautiful, but not as beautiful as you, baby.”

Then a woman walks around to us and huffs, “It’s a family place, not a make-a-family place.”

Gage moves his hand off my breast as he groans. “Fucking Americans.”

I turn to him and raise an eyebrow in question. “I thought it was the French you hated. You hate us Americans now too?”

He smirks at me. “Don’t you know by now, Stel, I hate everyone outside of our family.”

I giggle as I grab his and Sebastian's hands and pull them closer to the structure. “I want to touch it.”

Gage says, “Do you want to take the stairs or ride the elevator to the top.”

Everything stops as I hear Lucy gasp behind me, and I turn to him with a terrified expression. “Umm neither.”

All three guys look at me like I have two heads. “What?” Gage asks as he scratches his head in confusion. “You wanted to come here, and you don’t want to go up?”

I shake my head. “I wanted to see it. I don’t do heights and neither does Lucy.”

Mav glances at her. “You’ll go if I hold your hand, won’t you, baby?”

“No,” she responds with no room for negotiation.

Sebastian grabs my hand. “It’s stunning up there. Don’t you want to see it with your own eyes?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Gage shrugs. “Sebastian and I will go up and take pictures for you.”

He turns to Mav. “You stay here and watch our women.”

I’m tempted to inform him that we aren’t children, and don’t need a damn babysitter, but honestly, it’s not even worth the fight. They rarely let us out of their sight, and I guess, to some degree, I’ve gotten used to it.

Then he turns back to me. “Please tell me you aren’t afraid of boats.”

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