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 box on his bed. What could be inside?

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

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

“Paris?” I asked. He nodded.

“Yes, Shimma. There’s nothing wrong with taking my girl to a nice, fancy restaurant to celebrate.”

“What celebration?” I asked quickly. Mr. Mattias narrowed his eyes, giving me a questioning look.

“You weren’t going to celebrate finishing your final exams?” h