Desserts Of Passion

Chapter One

René’s POV

Running away from home wasn’t my choice. After spending 8 hours on a dumb flight from Lyon to Philadelphia to see my Dad. He just wants to send me back to my mother just because she was worried? “Connérie!” I said “If Mother was going to be worried then why does she leave me in Aunty Lia’s care instead of staying home with me? Father is just saying that because he also doesn’t want me around.” “Screw them” I quoted. It was raining and the nearest shelter was a bar. Yes, I was stranded in the middle of nowhere in Philadelphia, I could use a drink from the frustrations. I walked in and I could smell the scent of strong liquor. I was going to turn back and get to the nearest payphone. “s**t,” I said in anger “ I’m just going to drink and ask for a phone to call home. Yeah, that’s it. There’s nothing to it” I said in order to convince myself that no one owns my life.

I walked up to the counter and asked what was available. “Can I see your ID?” said the curly-haired bartender. “Oh” I panicked because I left my purse at home after I stormed out on my father. “Erm I kind of left my purse back at home. I do have my credit card. I can pay the bill” I was stuttering because people were staring. “ I’ll pay they say, I am an adult they say, trust me you don’t worry Finn just a shot and I’m out. They even fake accents like you are doing now kid. Do you know what happens after?” I nodded in denial “I get a complaint or some guys in brown leather jackets come in here and shut the bar down for 2 months or more. Any more complaints it could get shut down for good! So scram before I get you thrown out” Finn said as he walked away cleaning the liquor glasses.

“What do I do now? He didn’t even let me finish. I was just going to borrow a phone and grab a drink or two” I said while biting my thumb.

“A shot of Dalmore 62 thank you” a young man who sat next to me ordered “You are not ordering?” he asked “Well, I can’t”.

“He thinks I’m a minor. Which I’m not!” I said angrily looking at Finn till I looked at the person sitting next to me, tall with blonde hairand broad shoulders. His accent wasn’t fake, is he a British prince or something? Brown pants and a nice black tucked-in shirt. His height should be about 6 feet. What left me dazed in amusement the most are his eyes. His brows are well taken care of. Blue eyes filled with pure desire, I bet it sparkles just like Mother’s at night. I thought I was crazy but it’s been a while since I saw a nice gorgeous being. French guys are not bad but he is on a whole new level. I want to hear his voice one more time “Beautiful!” I covered my mouth with my hands. My thoughts slipped out. I was hoping he didn’t hear that.

“Thank God, he didn’t hear it” I whispered “Oh I heard you loud and clear, and thank you” he said letting out the most beautiful smile. How can a man be molded like this? I should visit Dad more cause my word. “You are also my type,” he said. I could feel my heart beating so fast I lost count. “I didn’t mean that,” I said.

“Hey cutie” a lady walked up to us. Short skirt to show legs, sleeveless top you could see her chest through the top. Red lipstick and light makeup indicate she’s single. She must have gotten work done on her jaw. Blonde hair, she was really pretty. “Would you like to grab a drink with me and my friends?” She said pointing at two other girls sitting at a booth waving at us.

Was she talking to me? We were both confused. “Oh, I’m talking to you handsome” placing her hand on his shoulder while looking at me like I was some street girl.

“Well…” he was going to say something till I cut him off “éhontée!” I mean I saw him first so back off. Then I thought what was I doing acting like a teenager in love? “Excuse me?” The girl said. “Oh I’m sorry I just loved your shoes,” I said panicking. I just want to drown myself. Why the hell did I do that?!

“Well… I apologize. My girlfriend doesn’t seem to like your friendly gesture miss” he said flashing his smile.

“Are you sure she’s your girlfriend?” She looked at me in disgust.

“Why? She looks too good for me, right? I know I’m a lucky one” he put his arm around my waist and curved me into his chest. My heart was going to burst. “Fine,” she said as she went back to her friends I bet she was pissed. Serves her right. “Oh my!” He said laughing like someone who just pulled the biggest joke. I want to take a picture he’s so beautiful.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I said “You could have just left with her yunno” “And where’s the fun in that?” he said looking straight into my eyes.

“I mean she’s pretty and all but you look more interesting” myheart is beating so loud. I hope he can’t hear it. I was right those blue eyes do sparkle. “So do you……?”

“You still here? You have to leave”. Finn caught him off in the middle of his sentence.

Finn grabbed me and pulled me towards the exit “Hey Hey that hurts!!” I yelled because his grip is so tight it was going to leave a bruise. “I really don’t want to lose my job because of some girl,” he said as he kept on pulling me. “Finn, she’s with me,” the guy said. “This weird girl is with you Noah?” Noah! Even his name sounds good. “Yeah, she’s my girlfriend” That never gets old if this was a dream I don’t want to wake up. “Why didn’t she say so?” Finn said looking at me suspiciously.

“She’s not from around here. She’s just visiting for the weekend” Noah said taking Finn’s hand off my arm “You are scaring my princess”.

“Yeah yeah I’m sorry Miss” Finn apologized flashing a smile. Noah sat me down next to the counter “So what would you like to drink?” I’ve never had alcohol before “Vodka sounds good” I didn’t want Noah to know that. I remember seeing that on one of the bottles of alcohol at my mother's bar at home back in Lyon. “A glass of diva vodka,” he said waving at Finn. “What you said to the girl the other time was French right? You are from France?” He asked so many questions sounding so curious. “Yes I am, Lyon to me certain,” I said as Finn put two glasses of Vodka in front of us. “Are you some kind of prince? I mean your accent sounds so….” “More of a British pure blood?” He said as he smiled. “Yes I am from London, I come to Philadelphia for work most of the time that’s how I know Finn. I attend meetings for my father when his away. What about you?” He’s so close. The scent of rich cologne.

“Well, I haven’t seen my dad in 2 years after the divorce with my mum. So I came to surprise him but it was a wrong move” I said staring at my glass and rubbing the tip of the glass with my fingers. “Well I’m Noah,” he said but I already knew that “Can I know the name of my girlfriend?”

“Ooh, that’s so rude of me. I’m Marie” I always preferred my middle name to my first name. “Well Marie, I guess I’m not the only one with a shitty face Father.” “Say that one more time,” I said as we toast to our s**t dads.

“Okay okay, I think that’s it,” Noah said as he took the glass of vodka from me.