Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 84

Kas’s POV

It takes a lot of convincing, but I finally talk Bronx out of bringing James or Marco on our honeymoon. He very begrudgingly agrees and only because, as a wedding gift, Henri arranged for one of his warriors to be our personal driver for the two-week trip. His name is Francis. He’s not nearly as burly as James or Marco, so I was skeptical as to why Henri would send him.

“Don’t let looks deceive you, Kas. Francis is Henri’s right-hand man. He’s a technician. I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley,” Bronx says looking off into space, “Actually, you could probably learn a thing or two from him when you’re ready to get into weapons training. I’ll talk to Henri.”

I look at the unassuming man with short bleach-blonde hair, wearing a black suit and white dress shirt. He’s a chain smoker but somehow doesn’t smell like cigarettes. Regardless of who he is when he isn’t driving us around Paris, he is very polite and accommodating while he does. 2

On the first night after dinner, Francis has to shoo away paparazzi and escort us quickly into the car as a crowd starts to gather when we are leaving the restaurant. Bronx had warned me that the human world is different, photographers may be aggressive and try to take our picture but I didn’t realize it would be twenty people at a time. He puts his hand on the small o fmy back and holds me close to his side while Francis safely gets us to the sedan. More flashes go off trying to get our picture through the tinted glass. .

“Bronx, why are they so adamant to get our picture?” I ask watching them knock on the window begging for Bronx to roll it down and answer questions.

“I’ll show you in the morning, Baby,” he sighs, sounding frustrated.

In the morning, he shows me the newspaper the hotel brings with breakfast. Sure enough, there we were on the sixth page. The headline reads ‘Wedding Bells for Billionaire Mason?’ in smaller letters below, it says ‘World’s Most Eligible Bachelor, Officially Off the Market’.The short article called him mysterious and called me a petite bombshell, possibly an up-and coming model. Maybe even an indie rock star based on my unusual hair and eye color. They even try to guess how much he spent on my wedding rings. There is a grainy picture of us having dinner in the restaurant. The next one is of us leaving the restaurant hand in hand smiling. The next is Bronx looking mad, pulling me closer to his side and Francis moving into the frame to protect us. The third was an extreme closeup of my wedding rings.

“Why do people care? It’s not their business,” I growl a little, looking at the article. I’m sitting on his lap munching on some blueberries.

“It’s the human world. I’m known as the owner of a really big company. I try not to put myself out there for the world to see. When humans don’t see me out and about very much they become curious. They don’t know my position in the werewolf world. Now they find out I’m suddenly in Paris with a beautiful woman no one’s seen before. It’s big news for the tabloids.

Humans are nosy. They’re curious about what someone like me does when they’re not working, that’s all,” he says as he kisses my neck

Think about it, what’s a big, ugly, one-eyed lug like me, doing with an,” he points at a line in the article, “‘unidentified, up and coming bombshell of an indie rockstar model’ like you?”

Wait! Who would say that?!” I

want people to know. People will be putting a name to your face and if they do an internet search, they will find basic info that my team has put together. Your name, fake age, where you were born, but that’s

idea

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would realize how beautiful you are. Besides,

Lex, you’re

I know.” She says with a

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I’ve seen about Paris, it’s beautiful beyond every expectation. Francis knows all the shortcuts around the city and how to avoid crowds. We get t o do so many cool things: private tours of art museums and cathedrals, even the Palace of Versailles. Lex says we lived there once, she

just for pastries and desserts, one is for cheeses, and the last one is wine and food pairing. I don’t usually like to drink, but Bronx insists that to level up my cooking game, I need to understand different wine profiles. It isn’t as bad as I expected. With our wolf senses, I’m able to taste all the different flavors the sommeliers explain and what types of foods they are best served with. They let me ask a ton of questions and take

is gorgeous. You can see the whole city. He surprises me with a dozen purple roses. We even get to see another couple get engaged while they are taking in the sights. It is so cute! I can’t help myself,

you seeing this?” I ask as I look out over the city

seen it all before,” she yawns as she rolls her eyes at me and goes to curl

Harry Winston Jewelers. Bronx tells me it’s a pretty formal place so I put on a nice dress and makeup. The sales manager is very nice but has a nervous personality. I think he is intimidated by Bronx’s physical size. Anyway, they need my rings for the day

frown a little as the assistant takes my rings away. Another assistant

i n a heavy French accent, handing

how much money he has, if he bought

ahead, Baby. It’s a loaner until you get yours back tomorrow. Don’t worry, I didn’t buy it,” he says as he signs some

it.

but not mine. It feels awkward and heavy. I’m not going to complain though. I appreciate they have a substitute for me

fifty, so Bronx wants to get her something special. The manager takes notes and lets us