Chapter 11. I Can’t Wait to Fuck You in Paris

Shimma’s POV

“My package?” I asked in astonishment, turning to glance at the package on his bed. What could be the content?

Mr. Mattias took a few steps forward until he was close to me. Leaning forward, he planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I felt my tummy tingle. It always did that whenever he kissed me.

“Get ready, I booked a reservation in Paris, I have informed my pilot, let’s not keep him waiting,” He said, planting another kiss on my forehead.

“Paris?” I asked, he nodded.

“Yes Shimma, it’s not wrong that I take my girl to a nice, fancy restaurant for her celebration,”

“What celebration?” I was quick to ask. Mr. Mattias squinted his eyes, giving me a questioning look.

“You weren’t going to celebrate your final exams?” He asked, his hands cupped my face.

“Oh! My final exams,” I remembered.

I remember Mr. Mattias mentioned that about two days ago. But for two days I had totally forgotten about it. I had literally forg