I have nada to say so here y'all go:P There's some french in here and yeah... I need to look over it but I have to go so I'll edit it later:P

I had a bad headache this morning and it killed my brain cells. When I woke up, I wasn't wearing the clothes I wore yesterday, instead I had one of Tristan's shirt on.

"Ugh!" I groaned like a zombie. I tried sitting up but ended flopping back down on the pillow.

"Does your head hurt babe?" Tristan asked as he caressed my cheek smoothly. I made a noise as reply. The bed bounced slightly and I heard him zipped open a bag. I feel like I'm dying!

"Tristan! I'm dying! Tell everyone I love them," Yes, I was being dramatic! But I seriously feel like I"m gonna pass out any moment now.

"Best actress goes to Audrey Jennifer," He teased and sat back down beside me, handing me a pill and a bottle of water. I gulped it down and squeezed my eyes shut.

"What happened last night?" I asked. I had no clue on to what happened. It's like it got burned off my memory. Last thing I remember is when we ate our pizzas last night.

"Nothing, it wasn't fun at all," Tristan sighed out and lied his head on my lap. Then I remembered he changed my clothes off.

"Really? Stripping me off my clothes wasn't fun?" I looked down at him and he beamed at me widely, I thought so.

"Course it was," At least my bra was still on.

"What else happened when I was knocked down?"

"We had sex last night and it was awesome," Tristan teased me. I shoved his head off my lap and stood up on my feet which I regret because the pain is just too much. "Are you alright babe?" I swerved on my way to the bathroom.

Gah! My head! I wanna smack it to the wall. I leaned on the counter top and waited till the pain killer kick in my veins.

"Audrey?" Tristan shook me off slightly and I opened my eyes blood shot.

"What time is it?" I asked, pressing the heels of my palm on my forehead. God my head is killing me!

"Eight forty," He wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted me up, letting me sit on the counter top.

"When do you have to be in Hugo Boss?" I asked.

"Noon, but if I have to stay here with you, I will." I leaned my body against Tristan and he hugged me tight.

"No, I can handle myself," I pulled back and looked at him straight in the eyes to assure him. He ran his hands on my bare thighs and locked gazes with me.

"Why do you have to be so hot baby?" He breathed out, leaning down to kiss me, started off soft then he kissed me harder. Tristan grasp my thighs and I moaned out, it just came out, okay! He thrust his tongue in my mouth, exploring it.

My tummy started flipping and turning while my heart went jumping off a trampoline. The headache was gone and all I feel is the pleasure jolting through my blood. I don't know if this is real love or just plain lust but it feels good.

I pulled back and broke the kiss, his lips followed Tristan pouted and I giggled, tipping my head back. His mouth was like magnet because it was instantly on my neck. I pushed his shoulders and gazed at him.

"Put your lips on a leash would yah?" I raised both my brows and he smirked.

"Sorry, the dog wants the meat," He teased and I smiled. Well the dogs will get the meat later...

"Stop teasing me!" My cheeks heat up, forming a blush. Gah!

"Alright babe, is your head still hurting?" Tristan instantly turned concerned.

"No, I feel completely fine," I leaned my forehead on his and stared deeply at his dreamy blue eyes. "Let's get ready," I hopped off the counter then he caught me in his arms.

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The past few hours consisted of making out, fooling around and getting ready for his fashion trial, but mostly making out that it made my lips feel sore.

We entered the building of Hugo Boss, it looks fancy but Vogue is a whole lot better. There was a security guard behind the front desk who looked at us closely.

"Any appointments?" Thank god he speaks English.

"Yes sir, I have one for Hugo Boss," Tristan spoke out and the security guard looked at the list on the clip board.

"Name," He demanded seriously.

"Tristan Meyers sir," He skimmed his pen through the long list and stopped on the middle section.

"Room 274," Why is this guy so serious? He won't even paint a smile. Tristan snatched my hand and tugged me towards room 274 which was on the second floor.

The room looked like a bachelors pad and I stood there awkwardly because there were gorgeous male models everywhere and they're all looking at me. I offered a smile and everyone grinned back.

"Tristan Meyers?" Tristan nodded. A bald guy who was wearing a suit and tie asked. "I'm Jeffrey, here you go," Jeffrey handed him a full cart of clothes and I quirk my brows. Damn, he has to try on more clothes than I did. "Change room over there," He pointed out the door over the side.

I flopped down on a bench and waited for Tristan to change into one of the outfits. My phone rang and I looked at the screen. I should make it a habit on checking who the caller is before answering.

"Hello mom?" Mom appeared on the screen and there was no hint of excitement in my voice.

"Audrey! How is Paris? Having fun?" I can hear her typing as her keyboards were clicking.

"It's great, I'm having fun," Because of Tristan. Haha...

"Well I'll be there on Wednesday for your runway walk, where are you right now?" She asked.

"How about Steven?" It's like he doesn't even exist, never heard from him for the entire month.

"Er... I'm not sure..." Mhmm, if you'll stop being such a bitch you'll be happy right now. "Where are you?" She asked again.

"I'm in Hugo Boss with Tristan," Why is she being so nosy on where I am?

"Alright, just checking, didn't you have your fashion trial yesterday," Ugh! Make this conversation stop!

"Yeah..." Tristan walked out of the change room wearing a shirt and plaid. I raised both my brows because he looked like a skater dude and he looks hot. I gave him a thumbs up and he puckered his brows on my phone. "It's mom," I said and he nodded in relief.

"Huh?" Mom asked through the line.

"Nothing, I have to go mom," She just makes my head hurt again.

"Bye sweetie, see you Wednesday," I grumbled then hung up.

"What'd she say?" Tristan asked as he looked at himself in front of the mirror.

"She was just making sure were alive," I looked through the messages and nothing from Lucas. I want to know if our relationship is over cause the guilt is killing me but I can't seem to be apart from Tristan, my feelings are getting stronger for him.

"Did you tell her anything?" He stopped and asked me before going back to change. I shook my head and he gave me a curt nod. No way in hell I'm telling my mom anything.

A guy walked over and sat down beside me. He looked cute but I have too much guys in my life right now and I don't want any additional.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle," He greeted out. He looks like a model too but Tristan is better in my opinion. There's just a guy in every place I go that hits on me like why!? I'm not that special!

"Hi," I smiled, not to be rude.

"Je m'apelle Franco," He said, reaching for my hand and kissing it. Aw! French guys are so sweet! I can also understand a little french now. Hooray Audrey.

"Hey, I'm Audrey," I beamed then saw Jeffrey walking towards us, rolling up a magazine. Uh oh.

"Franco! Cesser de flirter..." He started speaking french and I was lost again. Jeffrey hit Franco's arm with the magazine and I chuckled. They're so weird.

"Arret!" Franco said as he stand up and walk away from me, giving me a wink before he was out of the room.

"Desole mademoiselle," Jeffrey lounged beside me and I scooted over. I gave him a nod because I had no idea what he just said but I'll look stupid if I ask him to translate.

Tristan walked out wearing a suit and tie and I blinked rapidly because he looked so. Damn. Fine.

"What did you do to Tristan?" I spoke out. It looked like it was custom made and it fit perfectly. He really looks sexy for reals!

"I got jealous of him cause he kiss you too much so I kidnapped him," He flashed me a grin and I smiled. I glanced over at Jeffrey who was looking at us closely. Tristan walked back in to change and I leaned back on the couch.

"This is non of my business but is he your boyfriend?" He asked out and I turned my head to look at him. Why is everyone asking if were dating? Do we look like were dating? Actually yeah, never mind...

"No were just friends," Friends that does a lot of kissing and making out.

"Mhmmm," He said, not believing me. "Wait, aren't you the hired model of Vogue?" Wow, words gets fast around here. I nodded and beamed proudly. "Congratulations, mademoiselle Jennifer?" I nodded again.

"Merci beaucoup," I never knew you can be this popular when you model for Vogue. Well duh! It's one of the top known magazine!

Tristan took forever to change one outfit so I played a game off my phone when I started getting bored.

"I'm done Jeffrey," He spoke while he haul out the fashion cart.

"Everything fits perfectly monsieur Meyers?" Jeffrey asked. I peered up at Tristan who smiled at Jeffrey. "Alright, merci d'être venu et de votre temps Monsieur Meyers," I gawped at Jeffrey and he realized we didn't understand him. "Oh, thanks for your time," He flashed us a smile and walked away. At least he's not like Patricia yesterday.

The sun was starting to set when we stepped outside the building. Tristan hung his arms around my shoulder and leaned on a lot of weight.

"Tristan! Get off me!" I shoved him away but he didn't budge.

"I'm drunk, catch me Audrey," He teased and I glared at him. It's not funny! It was his fault he gave me wine in the first place anyways.

"Not funny." I stated seriously.

"I'm joking babe, c'mon," Tristan tugged on my hand, he pulled out a blind fold and gave it to me, I quirked my brow and stared at him. "Put it on," He motioned me to do so. I'm not

"Why?" I glanced down the blind fold and he smirked at me. Oh no. I don't trust him when my eyes are closed.

"Lemme do it," He took it back and covered my eyes himself.

"If you're trying to kiss me, just do so with my eyes open," Everything was dark and I probably looked like a complete dumb ass right now.

"Okay we'll do that later but for now I have a surprise," I hate surprises.

"Dammit Tristan I can't see!" I whined. This is so stupid! I mean what if I get tossed in the back of a van or something.

"That's the point!" He grabbed my hand and started leading me on.

"If you start taking my clothes off I will scream rape," Yeah, well, this is Tristan, he does all sorts of stuff including the naughty stuff...

"What if no one can hear you?" I heard the smirk on his voice and I stopped walking. "Don't worry babe," He wrenched my hand and I felt like it fell off of its sockets.

"AWW!" I cried out. AW! My arm! I think he dislocated a bone in my shoulder.

"Sorry," He sounded innocent but I doubt he has innocent in mind. "Do I have to do all the work?" He lifted my legs up and held my waist tight as he carried me to wherever were going.

"Well if I can see, I can walk myself," I argued.

"Nah, it'll be worth it," He's been walking for the past ten minutes, yes I've been counting, while I lie lifeless on his arms.

I didn't whine anymore because I know he's tired carrying me but he haven't complained about my weight. I heard the elevator door open and he dropped me on my feet. Oh gee, I needed to put on a blind fold because were coming back to our hotel I never seen before. What a surprise.

"Can I take it off now?" I leaned my back on the wall and slid down. The elevator dinged and I stood back up. Tristan helped me navigate my way and it was a little cold. Our room isn't cold.

"Yes," He said behind me and I slid the blind fold down my face. What the freaking hell! "So what do you think?" Tristan asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. I don't have anything to say. Fucking Eiffel tower! We were the only people here and I don't know how he made this happen.

"Tristan... This is fucking amazing," Pardon my language but words can't describe this.

"So does this mean I can fuck you?" He teased as he nibble on my earlobes.

"Haha no," I turned around to face him because this is the most romantic thing in my book; that the person I'm going to marry will bring me to the Eiffel tower. Did I just really said that? "You have to do a whole lot more before you can do that," I skimmed my finger on his sculpted jaw and he stared at my lips.

"Like what?" He leaned down but I pull away before he can kiss me.

"Figure it out," I bit his bottom lip and he tightened his grip around me.

"Mhmmm, you know what's perfect at this moment?" I looked at him confused. Nothing can be more perfect at this moment. He shot me a seductive look and bend my back over, "A french kiss," Tristan leaned down and kissed me passionately. I just got lost deeply in his kiss.

xoFranchescaxo