All the wrong places episode 6

🌼ALL THE WRONG PLACES🌼
🌻EPISODE SIX🌻

Paris. Seven years ago.

It was Julianne’s last day in Paris. She was having the
time of her life in the most rom-ntic city, with the most
rom-ntic guy on the face of the planet. She couldn’t
remember a time in her life that she’d been happier.
Two weeks ago, she had randomly chosen a café. She
ordered a cup of coffee and watched the sunset. Her heart
pounded loudly in,side her ribcage and the butterflies in her
stomach went wild with each second that passed.

She didn’t know if he would come and she prayed with all
her heart that he would. He was right. There must be a
hundred cafés in Paris. And sunset usually only lasts about
thirty minutes. And to make things more complicated, she’d
chosen a coffee shop that was quite far from the city center,
in a small residential area, a few blocks away from the main
street. She chose it because it was small, but cozy and
rom-ntic, and it had a perfect view of the sunset. When she
saw its name, she knew this was the perfect café for her
test. The coffee shop was called ‘Destin Café’.
If he appeared, then she would know it was destiny’s will
for them to be together. He was probably fate’s gift to her…
before she lived in misery for the rest of her life.
Twenty-five minutes in, and he still hadn’t appeared. Her
heart sank. She knew it was a long shot. And she wondered
if she had made a mistake of playing this dangerous game.
She might have lost her chance to see him, get to know
him. He could be her soul mate and he would be lost to her
forever.
She took the last sip of her coffee as she sadly watched
the last rays of the sun descend on the horizon.
Just then, somebody placed a long-stemmed rose in front
of her. She looked up and found him staring down at her.
She smiled at him. Then she took the rose in her hand and
brought it to her nose.
He sat in front of her and stared at her deeply.

“Now, do you believe in fate?” she asked.
“I believed in persistence and taking matters in your own
hands,” he replied. “I was determined to find you. This must
have been the twentieth coffee shop I went to in the last
two hours. Not counting the number of coffee shops my
friends went to in the last hour.”
“You’re telling me you still don’t believe in fate?”
“I wouldn’t have. I would have accounted that to
persistence and determination. But then again, you chose
this coffee shop.”
“Randomly,” she said. “Why? What about this coffee
shop?”
He merely shook his head but did not give her an answer.
“What?”
“Let’s just say that… yes. I think I am starting to believe
in destiny now. And I think destiny wants me to spend this
evening with you, chérie.”
“Well, I think that is safe to say.”
“Can I have the pleasure of your company for dinner?” he
asked, giving her a wistful glance.
She nodded.

He stood up from his seat and held his hand out to her.
She took it. Face to face, she almost lost her breath as she
stared at his devilishly handsome face. She grew up with
beautiful men. All of them were hot beyond any woman’s
standards. She should have been used to seeing hot guys,
being constantly surrounded by them. But how come this
guy still managed to steal her breath away?
“Jas Mathieu,” he said. “My name is Jas Mathieu.”
She smiled at him. “Ju…” she paused. She remembered
that she was here for a last adventure. And if she truly wanted to be free to enjoy this—no holds barred, then she
couldn’t use her real name. She took a deep breath and
said, “Arabella. My name is Arabella Adams.”

That night was the start of a full-blown rom-nce. Jas
Mathieu was a wonderful man. He was sweet, funny,
sensitive and down to earth. He wasn’t as rich as her
cousins, he did not live in a life of luxury, but he was a
perfect gentleman with impeccable manners.
She loved how he could make the most out of simple
things and situations. He didn’t take her to expensive
restaurants and luxurious cafés. Instead, he took her to
parks, museums and art galleries. They went to simple,
cozy, and rom-ntic places.

On her last night in Paris, she was filled with a heavy
heart. She hated the fact that she lied to him. She hadn’t
even told him her real name. And she could tell, he’d grown
very fond of her too. She hated the fact that she would
break his heart when she told him who she really was and
why they could no longer be together after that night. Even
at the last minute, she was debating with herself if she
would be honest with him, or just leave everything as it was.
He took her to his apartment. It was in a quiet
neighborhood, away from the city center. As they walked
towards his building, she thought that the street looked
quite familiar.
“I feel like I’ve been in this part of the city before,”
she said.

He laughed. “You have.”
“When?”
“I’ll show you in a while,” he replied.
He took her hand in his and intertwined their fingers.
He turned to a corner and a familiar coffee shop greeted
her.
“Destin Café,” she breathed.
“Yes,” he said. “Remember I told you before, even
when I found you that day, I still wouldn’t believe in destiny?”
“You never told me what changed your mind.”

“I went to at least twenty coffee shops, even asked
some of my friends to join in the hunt and call me as soon
as they find a beautiful blonde sitting alone having coffee in
any of the places they went to.”
“One of them called you?”
He shook his head. “No. I found you myself. But it’s
because I found you in this coffee shop that I actually
changed my mind about not believing in fate.”
“Why?”
“If I were to choose only one coffee shop to wait in, I
would wait here too,” he replied. “Every morning… well, at
least every chance I get, I grab a cup of coffee from here.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
They went past the coffee shop and he led her to the
side entrance of the building.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I live… um… my apartment is upstairs.”
Her eyes w¡dened in disbelief. “You’ve got to be
kidding me!”
He swiped his access card and the door opened. He
smiled at her.

“I’m not kidding. And you, ma belle, made me believe
in destiny,” he said. “Maybe we were meant to be together,
after all.”
His face descended towards hers and he gently
brushed his l-ips on hers. She k-ssed him back. His last words
echoed in her mind as guilt and happiness battled
themselves in,side her.
His apartment wasn’t small nor huge. It was just the
right size and it was simple, neat and minimalistic, without
any unnecessary decorations and appliances. It only had
what he needed.
She saw the easel and art supplies sitting in front of
the window.
“Do you paint for a living?” she asked.
He smiled thoughtfully, “When I get a big break, then
probably, painting will be enough to get me by. We artists
have our time.” He sighed. “Time. Sometimes, I wish I could
freeze time so I can paint as much as I want.”

“But you’re really, really good,” she said, studying the
paintings he stacked in a section of his apartment. All of
them had the name ‘JAS’ signed on the bottom right corner.
“You should get this to a broker or an agent,”
“Someday,” he said. “I just hope my break won’t
come after I’m six feet under. You know it happens a lot in
this… er… profession.”
She giggled. “You’re brilliant! I’m sure your time will
come earlier than you think. Get a good broker to market
your work and I’m sure you’ll be famous in no time.”
“I have something for you, by the way,” he said. He
went to his desk and returned with a scroll tied with a red
ribbon.
She stared up at him. “What is this?”
He shrugged. “Merci… for letting me find you.”
She untied the ribbon and unrolled the scroll. Her
breath caught in her throat as she stared at her own image
in the parchment. It was a perfect impression of her face.
At the bottom of the parchment, he wrote J’adore and he
signed his name, JAS.
Tears filled her eyes and she lost her voice. Her heart
broke into a million pieces and she wanted nothing more
than to stay with him—forever, if destiny would permit it.

How could she hurt this poor soul? How could she tell
him the truth and break his heart? More importantly, how
could she escape her own destiny, and stay with him
instead?
He saw the tears in her eyes. He pulled her to him and
tilted her chin up. “Why are you crying?”
She shook her head. “I’m just… I’m touched. Your
painting is beautiful.”
“The subject is more beautiful. To capture her beauty
is far beyond what my skillful hands could do.”
He wiped the tears from her cheeks. Then his face
descended towards hers once again as he k-ssed her with
fevered passion.

She wanted nothing more than stay in his world
forever. But she knew that if she fought for this, her family
would never accept it. They would not accept him. And what
chance would a struggling artist like him have against her
family? Against her fiancé’s family?
Her father was Edward Sanders, CEO and founder of
several companies. Her fiancé was Patrick McAllister from
the McAllister political clan.
How could Jas fight for me when they come to take
me away? They will destroy him and he would be helpless to
fight them.
The world she came from had rules and
responsibilities. Her family had an empire to run and
protect. Her own life had been compromised to further her
family’s ambition.
But she couldn’t help the way she felt for this man
now. She had never met a man who could make her laugh,
tickle her senses, and could endure a verbal judo with her.
No one had treated her like a queen before, made her feel
powerful and fragile at the same time.
“Mon amour,” he whispered against her ear.

She pulled away so she could stare at his handsome
face again. He looked devilishly handsome as he stared
down at her deeply.
“J’adore,” he whispered.
Slowly, he led her to his bed. He nuzzled her neck
and k-ssed the skin under her ears. She mo-ned. He
car-ssed her skin, sending electricity towards her core. He made her feel precious with every touch, and woke every
single nerve in her body.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and k-ssed him
back with the same passion he was showing her. She had
never felt like this before. Desire overtook her sense of
reason. All logic seemed to fly out the window as his k-sses
became more demanding.
Before she knew it, they were both unclad in bed. Jas
was k-ssing her slowly, biting at her skin gently.
“Tu es ravissante, ma chérie,” he said in between
k-sses.
He made her lose all control. She had not felt passion
as strong as this for any other man before.

Then he gently thr-st in,side her.
For a while, both of them were afraid to move. When
he looked at her, his eyes had turned greener and darker
with desire. Yet, she could see the gentleness on his face.
He made love to her very slowly, very gently. She
could feel arousal build up in her, pushing her to the point of
no return.
“Jas…” she mo-ned.
He took her higher and higher as he moved within
her… faster and faster.
“Oh my God, Jas!”
Her thirst wanted to be quenched, her peak needed to
be reached. Her hunger needed to be satisfied. And then
she couldn’t hold back anymore. She held on to him and she
scre-med his name when she finally jumped off the edge of
her sanity.
He held her tightly, as he rode with her through her
climax. He made sure she was complete in her pleasure.
Then he gently thr-st in again and again, a little faster than
before until she felt his body rock within her.
“Ma chérie … Ma cher…” he whispered. He stared at
her deeply. “J’adore.”
She smiled and reached up to k-ss him on the l-ips.

“I adore you, ma belle,” he whispered again. “Je
chérirai ce moment pour toujours… Restez avec moi…”
Exhausted and spent, they slept in each other’s arms.
For the wh0le night, there was love in her life. There was
warmth. There was a little bit of pain… but more than that,
there was passion… there was pleasure. She knew she
would hold on to this memory for the rest of her life. She
was in love with this man. They may not have a future, but
she knew she would love him forever.
Around five in the morning, she woke up, still wrapped
in his arms. It broke her heart to leave him. But she had to
go back to her world… a world that was different from Jas
Mathieu’s world. A world that she couldn’t take him to.
If she insisted on this, if she fought for him, the
repercussions would be great and the damage would be
irreparable. Her family’s reputation would be destroyed.
Who knew what Patrick McAllister would do to them?
Moreover, she knew that her father was a difficult,
vindictive man. He would do anything to take her back, take
her away from Jas. He would stop at nothing. And he would
ruin Jas’s life.
She loved Jas too much to put his life in jeopardy. If
not her father, then Patrick McAllister would make sure Jas
Mathieu would pay the price of their broken engagement.

No. She would not ruin Jas’s life. He deserved better.
She loved him enough to protect him.
And so, she slipped out of his bed. She dressed
quietly, with tears in her eyes, trying her best not to
whimper.
With a heavy heart and without the courage to break
his heart face to face, she left a note on his bedside table.
“J’adore… mon amour… but I’m sorry.”
She wasn’t even sure her French was correct, but she
knew he would get the idea once he found her gone in the
morning.

She slipped out of his apartment and rushed to her
hotel. In her haste, she even left the parchment he gave
her. She packed her bags in less than an hour and checked
out. She went to the airport to where the Adams’s private
jet was waiting for her.
She left him. And she never gave him a chance to run
after her. She left him with no number, no real information
about herself… not even her real name.