Oh my God, it's back!

I mean, you knew it would be back right? I had a read of the last story and realized how anti-climatic it was. So obviously I had to write a sequel with a lot of twists and turns and tie a few knots because that it how I roll.

I've prepared a couple of chapters and held myself back from uploading but once I got to a certain one, I could not hold back anymore. So here is the first one!

I hope you enjoy, it's going to be quite a ride, this one.

Scorching days like these remind me of how nice winter feels. Especially when you are in a different country. In this case: France.

Took us 6 months to get here, but we finally did it. I mean, I wasn't going to go anywhere with a massive bruise on my face for weeks. Eric was nice enough not to push me into anything, even though I felt guilty he had to miss out on trips. Him and Violet.

But wait, it's not like I was holding him back. He could have gone. He just chose not to.

Anyway, we are here. Paris. Middle of July. I didn't know it could get so hot. France isn't known for heat. I'm guessing it's global warming or whatever. That would explain a lot.

I pull my hair into a high ponytail, knowing that if I don't, it will start sticking to my back as time goes on. It's the worst feeling ever. It's not happening again.

I smile slightly when a muscular figure hovers behind me in the mirror. Eric pulls on a white button down shirt, and before he can do it up, his phone distracts him. He stands at the hotel door, swiping down his phone screen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. I try not to blush at the sight of his bare abdomen.

Satisfied with the image of a perfect French mademoiselle in the mirror, I turn around, my ponytail swinging behind me.

Every time they come to France, they always rent this apartment. It looks like a hotel to me because it feels like I am on holiday. But pushing that aside, we are here for business. Well… Eric is.

I can never doubt his taste. We have a massive living room with a balcony and two bedrooms on either side. There is an en-suite with our bedroom, and Violet's is just a cute space for sleep. The walls look like they were chiseled by God. There are hints of sparkling gold paint on the ceiling, twirling down to embrace each door frame visible to man.

I never asked him how much this cost because I know he can afford it. I'm done complaining and worrying about money. It's our (my) holiday. I will enjoy it.

The view of the Eiffel tower is beyond me. It's so breath taking, I could never have imagined it would look like this. It lights up when the sun goes down and the lights in the living room are redundant. The view is the best thing about this hotel.

"Are you ready to go?" his deep voice laces around me. I look up to see that he has done up his shirt, just enough to let his chest hair be visible.

I'd like to change my answer. This is the best thing about this hotel. Eric.

His lips curl into a smile when I don't answer, "Tris?"

I release a laugh, walking up to him as slowly as possible. He is not patient enough, so he meets me halfway. Our lips touch tenderly, all air evacuating the room. But then again, it might just be the heat. I don't know.

As I pull away, I fast forward the day, trying to piece together all the things that need to be done. Eric will be leaving us to attend a wine meeting (which I am very jealous about) while I try and entertain Violet. She became more lenient with me in the past six months, so I'm sure we will have fun.

"You have my number," he says, almost to himself, "And my office number. So, if you get lost or anything happens, just let me know," I smirk as I watch the machinery whirl around in his head, "The meeting is only two hours long… and if you add a couple of hours to that for the time I will drive-"

"Can you stop?" I giggle, "It's not my first time with Violet."

"First time in a foreign country," he says.

"Touché," he has a fair point. We both smile at each other for a few seconds.

"Thank you for doing this," his lips meet the top of my head.

"Well, I am your nanny," I joke. Although to be precise, I am not anymore. Eric kept asking and asking for a new secretary when his old one was fired for being irresponsible, and most people were too intimidated by him to step up to the job. So, I proposed that I could fill in temporarily. And that 'temporarily' became three months.

So yes. He is my boss. Again.

The new job has its perks. I get to rule his life a little bit by organizing his diary. It's fun. It makes me feel mischievous. And, we are the only people sharing that floor. And if we decide to fuck each other's brains out on the desk, so be it.

Like I said, the job has its perks.

Eric gives me a kind smile and turns his head at the opening door on his left. Violet walks out of her room, tucking in her white shirt into her shorts. She has not changed one bit in the last six months. Maybe just got a little taller, but that's all.

She looks up at us, chin jutted out, "You ready or not?"

I'm assuming she's talking to me, so I nod, "Ready when you are." Violet gives me a tight smile, and it's always nice to see, considering most of the time she keeps her face either emotionless or straight up angry.

"Well, I'm ready," she says. When we make a circle of three people, Eric grabs underneath her armpits, picking her up.

He spends two minutes reiterating what he was saying to me. Only Violet looks like she couldn't care less. She even sneaks a scowl in my direction. I roll my eyes.

Eric kisses her cheek before putting her down and turns back to me, "Remember what I said- "

"Oh, my God, it's fine!" I laugh, nudging him in the arm, "We'll take a walk around the city and stop by a café. Everything is close. We won't get lost."

He looks at me for a long few seconds and then his face softens and he breathes out a sigh of relief, "Alright, you've convinced me."

We part ways in the lobby. Eric stops by the reception, giving me a wink as Violet and I walk out. She takes my hand when we hit the streets and lets me know that she is hungry.

"You couldn't have eaten in the apartment?" I ask, our arms swinging between us.

She shakes her head, looking at something far off in the distance, "Their food is gross."

The summer heat makes me feel slightly parched so I decide that our first stop would be the café. It's a small café. Not many people are around. Most of them are outside, sunbathing, taking long walks. But I have a child feed. And my own body needs hydrating.

Violet chooses us a two-person table next to a window. I order myself a bottle of water and Violet a children's breakfast meal. When I return to the table, she raises her eyebrows. It's her new way of smiling. She says if she smiled she would have more wrinkles in the future.

"You look gross," she states. 'Gross'. Is that her new favorite word?

I laugh softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "What? Why do I look gross?"

She shrugs, folding her legs underneath her body which makes her appear taller in her seat, "You're sweating."

I bring a hand up to my forehead and wipe with the back of my hand, "I'll be fine after a drink. But thanks for pointing that out."

"Just trying to warn you, is all."

Even after she looks away from me, I keep my smile. Sometimes she says mean things without meaning to. But I have learned to dismiss them. She doesn't know that what she says is mean most of the time. Her honesty is brutal. I kind of love her for that.

Right, get straight to it and tell me what you would want to happen in this story. Return of some characters? Introduction of new ones? Deaths? Drama? Tell me and I'll make it happen! I mean, don't go too crazy, I can't kill everyone off.

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