Epilogue
2 YEARS Later
"There are only two places in the world where we can live happily-at home and in Paris."
- Ernest Hemingway
"Will she be okay with her? This is the first time we are not there with her?" Nathaniel asked; worry marred his face while Angelina slumped her shoulders. She was tired of Nathaniel's questions.
"Would she know what she prefers? That she likes chocolate to cookies?" he turned to Angelina, strolling the bags after her.
"Would she be able to cope without us?"
"Nathaniel Xander Hugh!" Angelina shouted; she had had enough of her husband's mother hen behavior, "if you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to sew it shut for you!" and immediately, he clamped his mouth shut.
After some minutes passed, he opened his mouth to talk, but the side glare he received from Angelina made him swallow his worry.
"Do you know that we fucking left her with your mom?" Angelina gritted, emphasizing 'mom.'
"Yeah, I know," he responded, "I'm just worried —"
"Your mom is who fucking raise you! For goodness!" she face-palms herself, "and how can she not be able to take care of a freaking two-year-old kid just for a few days?"
"Angie, I don't mean to —"
"Nathaniel!" she called, and he gulped. Whenever she called her name, that meant she was angry. "Don't fucking dampen my vacation, and if you are worried, you can fly back," Angelina said and left Nathaniel.
During those two years, many things happened. After they were rescued, which was later what they had planned, the chip that was inserted in Nathaniel's arm to track his location was cut off in the process but later picked up, which was late.
Angelina was rushed to the hospital and received immediate attention. Nathaniel refused to part with her, but with threat, he accepted medical attention. The six-month-old baby was born premature and incubated for some weeks.
She woke up three months after she was rushed to the hospital. The doctor informed them Angelina's body shut down due to shock and everything. And after she woke, she lost the memories of the kidnapped event, and she didn't remember anything that happened again. The psychologist said her body produced or helped her to forget the painful memories because it was too much to handle for herself. It was a protective mechanism that the brain released.
But no matter what, even though she didn't remember what had happened days prior to the day of the incident, she still got PTSD sometimes whenever she saw blood. Her body froze up, her eyes dilated while transfixed with the blood, and her hands trembling at the sight of it. And sometimes, she screamed out in the middle of the night because of a bloody nightmare.
Nathaniel was happy about her losing her memory and prayed she should never regain the event. Their baby — Aramide, was a beautiful small girl with autism.
Richard came down to New York when Angelina was discharged from the hospital and spent a month with their family before returning to Nigeria. Angelina graduated from university with an honor in journalism. It was the happiest moment.
Everything has been stressful, and it took tons of them. The first time taking care of a baby is always stressful, thanks to his mother, who took out her time to help. Nathaniel and Angelina thought reading parental books would help, but it wasn't easy as it was written in the book. It was so stressful that he or Angelina took the time to care for their baby.
He had received many slaps from Angelina if he mistakenly looked away from the baby whenever she was resting. Nathaniel nearly cried out one day when both Angelina and their daughter were throwing tantrums.
Sometimes, Nathaniel had a bib in his suit front pocket when he went to the office, or occasionally dark circles and untidy suits. And he didn't give a fuck about what people say because damn! Parenting wasn't easy. Parents were supposed to be paid every month for raising a child.
To get a break from their months of parenting, Jasmine suggests they go on a vacation for a week. She was surprised when she got to their house early in the morning and asked both husband and wife to dress casually and take a few dresses. She told them they were going to a picnic, but it was a great lie until they met themselves on the plane. With a letter telling them to enjoy their vacation.
Nathaniel shook his head at his mum's idea, pulling himself out of the past thoughts. Angelina was now with him in Paris, where they wanted to enjoy their vacation, but he was still worried about his little girl, his little miracle.
He was overprotective of his daughter; sometimes Angie cried and asked who he liked more while he used sweet kisses to calm her down.
Both his wife and daughter were his priority, and God bless any motherfuvker who thinks otherwise. He had increased the security of the house so that the kidnapping incident wouldn't happen again.
After eight hours of flying, they got to their destination Paris. Paris was known as the city of love, and he could feel it from the roaming of people, eating, holding hands, and the warm cloud.
"Bienvenue à Paris," the Chauffeur said, tipping his hat as he put their bags in the boot and took them to their hotel. (Welcome to Paris)
Angelina whipped her head around, looking from one window to another, looking at the passing scenery in fascination as she brought out her phone and took some pictures. She giggled, jumping happily on her seat as she showed Nathaniel whether she was awed by some things.
The ride was fun as the Chauffeur — their tour guide, input, explained abs answered all Angelina's curiosity.
When they got to their hotel — Charles Floquent, it was 50 m from the Eiffel tower. They were welcomed by the attendees and given the room keys.
Angelina entered the room, her face beaming excitedly as she ran to the window and unbound the curtain to see the high tower of Paris. Her eyes were widened and glowing in fascination, absorbing the image of the magnificent Tower in her brain as her mouth was opened in shock. "Woah," the word slipped from her mouth.
Nathaniel walked behind her, wrapped his arm around her waist, staring at the tower with her. His mom never disappointed in surprise planning. His mom is supposed to be an event planner.
The room was spacious, warm, and cozy, and the high ceilings were decorated with marble as the interior design was worth every dollar spent to book the room. The door was knocked, and the room service trolled into their diner and bowed.
Angelina clapped her hands excitedly and uncovered the lid, her tongue salivating. The aroma of the meal assaulted her nose. Nathaniel smiled adoringly at her mouthwatering expression and took her hand to the balcony, seeing an already set couple of chairs. There was a vase of flowers in the middle of the table, and he sat her down before going to the room to the balcony.
He set the meal on the table, uncorked the wine, poured in the glass and took the cutleries and cut the steak into small cube side effortlessly, and placed it at Angelina's front, who was already rubbing her hands together in anticipation.
They ate in perfect silence, Angelina stealing subtle glances at Nathaniel but was shocked when his gaze was already on her. They shared their food, sipped the wine, and enjoyed the night breeze. Their perfect silence was interrupted by soft music playing at the next building as Nathaniel placed her hand in his and moved their body to the melodious slow song.
When the song stopped, they stared at each other, their eyes burning with desire as their heart synced together. Their lips hovered on one other, waiting for who would first move as their breathing fan against each other.
Angelina bit her lips, waiting for Nathaniel to take the lead; as usual, it felt like they were here to enjoy the honeymoon they didn't do when they got married.
Nathaniel felt his heart skip, and he liked how Angelina's eyes always sought his eyes out whenever it was intimate time. He placed his lips on hers, kissing them softly yet sensually as he pulled her closer than before and nibbled on her lower lip gently, making her voluntarily part her lips and plunge his tongue in.
He could taste the red wine they drank in her mouth, but it tasted sweeter on her tongue than the real drink. Their breathing heaved, and Angelina tilted her head a little, giving him access.
Her hands were lost in his hair, running her hands through the root of his hair, liking the slick softness of it in her hand while he groaned to the kiss and his hands roamed her body. Imprinting every curve of her body in his memory, he was pleased that her body fit and molded perfectly.
He trailed the kiss to her neck, nibbling softly, eliciting moans as she tilted her head further, liking the roughness of his tongue on her skin. She shivered excitedly, clutching the front of his shirt. Her body buzzed excitedly.
Angelina felt warmth around her and was surprised to see they'd entered their room, and she didn't know when they had entered.
Nathaniel lifted her, walked to the bed, and placed her down gently before continuing their make out as he rested the weight of his body on one arm. His other hand worked on her dress and unbuttoned the front before unclasping her bra.
He stared at her body hungrily, and his throat bobbed before he took her nipple in his mouth, grazing his teeth on the head softly. This was the first time they would go further after Angelina's birth. They only made out, and when it was going down, Nathaniel would leave to get some fresh air. He was afraid.
"I'm okay," her breath shuddered, caressing his face; he couldn't stop now.
"I know," Angelina could feel the pain in his voice as he kissed the scar on her stomach. He licked the surgery mark, kissing them softly. This was the sacrifice she made for him.
Angelina pulled his head up from the scar, patted his cheeks, kissed him, and reassured him not to think of the past. Though she didn't remember how she got it or what happened, she could still see the guilty and sad expression on Nathaniel whenever his gaze caught the scar.
Nathaniel smiled into the kiss, trailing kisses to her jaw and her chest, and stopped at the band of her underwear.
"Can I?" he asked, his voice trembling. His soft voice and gentle eyes betrayed the raging outline of his boner.
"Yeah," she nodded.
Nathaniel removed her underwear and threw it around the room as he paused, staring at her glistened slit. It had been a long time, and both were busy adjusting to parenthood. They didn't have the time, but whenever there was an opportunity, he stopped himself.
To help Angelina not to get pregnant again because he knew if he advised Angelina to use birth control, she would flip out, so to make it easy, he killed his sperm cells. He didn't care. He'd allowed and risked her life once, they gambled with it before, but now, he could not do that. And he would never breathe out what he did to Angelina. This should be his little secret.
Nathaniel was pulled out of his thoughts by the change of position. Angelina flipped them over, and she sat on him, grinning cheekily at him as she rubbed her wet folder on his hardened length through his pants. He groaned, keeping his hand by his side, not wanting to disturb Angelina's pleasure.
Angelina saw his eyes darkened with desire, but he was controlling himself and smirked, taking his hand and putting two of his long thick fingers in her mouth. Licking and sucking like a lollipop before removing them with a pop sound and taking the wet fingers to her wet pussy.
She made the fingers feathery touch her clit, making her shiver, and her body hummed, waiting for a real touch. She teased herself before putting his middle finger in; her pussy sucked it up, and Angelina nearly cum from the thrust. It had been a long time.
Her virginal was tight, making it hard to put his two thick fingers in her, and she scrunched her face before Nathaniel helped her out.
"Relax your muscles," His voice was deep and coated with desire, rubbing her wet folder before, flickering her clit, then adding the two fingers, slowly making her body tense.
"Relax, Angie," he murmured, finally able to enter her with his fingers as she screamed out, riding his fingers with pure ecstasy. Nathaniel furrowed his brows, staring at how her warm pussy was swallowing his hands.
Nathaniel abruptly removed his fingers when he noticed her pussy had stretched enough to accept his cock. He tried to change them, but Angelina shook her head and told him she would try to fit his enormous dick in her by herself, and Nathaniel gulped.
Angelina spat on her hand, rubbing his cock on her clit, making her toes curl while she tried to put it in; she sucked in a breath and saw the things not wanting to enter her, making her release a frustrated sigh.
"Please—" she whispered while Nathaniel nodded and grabbed her ass cheeks tightly, lifting it and making it in line with his rigid cock before he slammed her ass down on his cock.
Angelina moaned loudly, her body tingling as she orgasmed immediately. Nathaniel chuckled softly before moving his hips up while Angelina threw her head to the back, lost in the sensation.
****
After their breakfast at a local restaurant, Angelina pulled a grumpy Nathaniel behind her as they were taken to the museum by their guide. The most famous museum in Paris — the Louvre.
There was a crowd of people queueing and chattering as Angelina yanked Nathaniel into the queue. Thanks to their guide, who told them to come early as possible to avoid overcrowding. Nearly all great artists and tourists came here to visit.
They entered through the giant glass pyramid; Angelina's head was moving from the right to the left, not wanting to miss anything as their guide urged them to follow behind him closely.
At the center, there was a sculpture whose arms were missing, had wings, and the base was shaped like a ship bow—The Winged Victory of Samothrace. She was the Nike of Samothrace, who was the goddess of victory.
After that, they followed their guide as the paintings enchanted Angelina. She never had a hobby or knew much about painting, but she appreciated good art that was pleasant to the eyes. There was a sign, "Mona Lisa, to your right," then walked to the Sully wing where the painting was.
The popular and famous painting of Mona Lisa by Leonard da Vinci was in the largest room, and her enigmatic smile was beautiful.
"There was a story about this portrait," the guide started, and Angelina turned her full attention to him, waiting eagerly to hear the story of the woman. "It was said that this was just a normal painting of a wife. Her husband hired a painter to paint his wife, and after painting, it was hung in the house. Then one day, a thief stole it. The portrait was all over the news about the missing painting."
The guide smiled, also showing them the biggest painting in the room— the wedding feast at Cana by Veronise.
After looking around, they went to The Galerie D'apollon, called the home of the royals. The hall was shimmering with paintings and dazzling with jewels.
The painting of King Louis XIV was hung on the wall. The man who called himself the son of the sun god — Apollo. To the emerald necklace and earrings of empress Maria Louise the second of Napoleon I. To the painting of the coronation of empress Josephine in Notre. Then the famous painting she saw in a series of kdrama (Vincenzo) — the portrait of liberty. A painting that depicts the revolution of 1830 that overthrew King Charles X. To the sculpture of Venus De milo — some call her the goddess aphrodite because of her lost arms.
"Both arms were broken during a fight between French and Turkish sailors on the shore of Milos before it was found and brought to Paris,"
At the center of the ceiling, there was a magnificent painting of Apollo Slaying the Serpent Python.
Nathaniel being childish covered Angelina's eyes, not wanting her to see the three naked sculptures. Hormes, Diomedes and Ares Borghese. While Angelina got back on him when they reached another three statues of nude females. The tour guide shook his head at them some Egyptian, Islam attic.
After looking and walking around the museum, they finally came out; Angelina inhaled deeply before running around as the breeze fanned her hair.
Angelina saw couples climbing on a box brick and followed the flow, climbing it. Nathaniel stood at her front while she wrapped her hand around his neck, and they had their couple photo. Angelina collected the picture and stared at it, and her man was beautiful.
"I'm hungry," Angelina yawned loudly, raising her hands in the air, clearly enjoying this moment of freedom. She must savor every moment before she goes back to her home.
They went to a local pastry shop and ordered a takeout of pastries as they rented an e-scooter to ride. Angelina held Nathaniel's cloth from the back tightly as he wheeled the scooter around. This was a happy moment for them.
Around evening time, they took a cruise on the Seine River. The sunset was beautiful, a perfect mood and moment for couples. While some couples were on one another's throat, some were eating, and Angelina watched the scenery.
Nathaniel never saw anything beautiful like this moment, and it was as if the sunset was setting on her face. Nathaniel took out his phone and captured the magical moment. When he got home, he would make a portrait of it.
They arrived at the Eiffel tower; the dazzling and sparking lights were illuminated, shimmering every five minutes. They went to the second floor, where Nathaniel had booked. Le Jules Verne restaurant beside the window.
Angelina checked through the menu and ordered the five-course meal, and the service was impeccable as the view through the glass window was stunning. The night here looked like a fantasy world everywhere with dazzling lights, and the night was young as The stars twinkled in the sky.
Angelina nearly moaned in delight as the food touched her taste bud; she felt like she was in heaven; she closed her eyes, savoring everything tastes of it as she chewed slowly. She clanked her glass with Nathaniel's own before pouring the wine into her mouth. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the bittersweet taste of the wine in her mouth.
They ate in silence; the clang of their cutleries and soft music in the background filled the romantic air.
After eating, they were served chocolate as the dessert, and Angelina ate everything, both Nathaniel's own and hers.
Nathaniel carried Angelina, who snuggled close to him as she complained about not being able to walk after stuffing all the food in her stomach; she said she didn't want to waste the expensive food.
Nathaniel was happy to have her in his arms as they took an elevator to reach the tower.
Paris is a beautiful place to visit; everything is dazzling, sparkling, and enthralling. The cold breeze was gently fanning their face as Nathaniel hugged Angelina from the back and stared at the night.
"It's beautiful," Angelina gasped, fog air coming out of her mouth as her nose tingled.
"Not as beautiful as you," Nathaniel whispered deadpan, making Angelina turn her gaze at him. "you are the most beautiful of all,"
Angelina's lips stretched voluntarily as her eyes twinkled in delight, "I know," she hummed, turning back to the beautiful night.
But the man's piercing gaze never left her, and he looked at her like the most expensive and rare art piece he was able to have. He was captivated by her eyes, her smile, and everything.
He wanted to own and possess everything about her.
She was his only.
His obsession.
His twisted obsession.
And he fucking loves her so much.
He pulled Angelina's head and stole her lips, kissing her gently as his heart thumped, falling all over again.
"I love you," he confessed, her cold red cheeks on his hands while she smiled widely, her eyes squinted in the process.
"I love you too, ma vie."
Nathaniel grinned, rubbing their noses together, like the moment of them.
"Let's visit your homeland. I want to know the place my wife grew up in,"
THE END