Sorry, the other chapter 18 I posted was having some issues so I'm posting another one.

Picture of Jen Carlo Canela up as Louis

I entered the kitchen to see that it was empty. An appetizing aroma filled the kitchen. I smiled brightly as I saw that there were two plates full of pancakes on the breakfast bar.

"Good morning," I heard Blair's lilting voice say.

I looked down to see her standing in front of me, my smile widened. "Morning, how did you sleep ma chérie?"

"Fine," she frowned, "your tie is not properly fixed." She reached out and started adjusting it. I wanted to tell her that I was about to re-tie it but I left her to it, it was better if she did it.

She finished then smiled up at me, "there you go."

I kissed her on the forehead, "thanks, now lets go eat breakfast."

We went back to the breakfast bar, sat down and started eating. The pancakes tasted heavenly (as usual).

"These pancakes taste devine," I complimented.

A blush formed on her cheeks, she looked so adorable, "thank you."

"You're welcome," I replied a little dazed. The confident, sophisticated Blair was downright gorgeous and sexy but the adorable flustered one was a work of art. I loved it when Blair blushed, I loved it.

When we finished breakfast, I stood up and took my briefcase then headed for the door. Once at the hallway, I handed Chris my briefcase then turned to Blair who was behind me.

I opened my arms for her and she reached for me wrapping her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her ample waist.

"What do you want me to bring home for you?" I asked looking at her adoringly.

"Erm..." she pursed her lips making me look at them, "I would love a bunch of red roses."

"Okay," I kissed her cheek, "a bunch of red roses it is." I hugged her tightly then released her. "Goodbye," I kissed her again on the lips.

What I intended to be a chaste kiss escalated, he fingers curled into my hair as she kissed me with fervor and I returned the kiss willingly. That's when Chris cleared his throat signifying that I was going to be late for work.

"Bye, mon amour," I said then walked out the door.

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I entered the office smiling broadly, "good morning Alberta." I said to the secretary, "where's Paul?" Paul was my PA.

"Morning Mr Grandeau, he's not in yet," she replied smiling, "should I get you a cup of coffee?"

"Yes please," I walked ahead to my office. I entered to see Jean seated on my chair.

"Hey there Mr husband man." He greeted grinning.

I feigned annoyance, "what are you doing on my chair Jean Bordeaux?"

Jean started laughing, "you can't fake anger man."

"Just get up," I dropped my briefcase on the desk then nudged Jean till he stood up, "gotta respect the CEO."

"Yeah right."

"So," I started as I sat down on my chair, "what are you doing in my office this early?"

"What am I not doing in your office this early?"

I rolled my eyes and was about to talk when the door cracked open and Thomas entered, "bonjour mes amies," he smiled then proceeded to seat beside Jean on the chairs in front of my desk.

We started talking then out of the blue Thomas commented, "I couldn't help but notice that you seem happier Anton."

"Yeah," Jean agreed, "is it McKenzie Blair?"

I grinned widely, "she's just so amazing."

Jean looked at Thomas who was looking at him then they burst out with laughter, "someone's got it bad."

"Hey, cut it out you two."

The telephone beeped and my personal assistants voice came on, "Mr Grandeau, Mr St.Patrick is here for the meeting."

"Alright, let him in Paul."

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I was seated in the sitting room trying to (and unsuccessfully) knit when the door opened and my charming husband came in. Smiling I stood up, walked to where he was standing and hugged him, "welcome back honey."

He kissed me thoroughly, "how was your day?"

I pouted, "it was rather boring, nothing to do. You were not around, Annabelle is in Italy with Josh, Jenny and Danielle are in Chicago and Rick is just mute."

I had graduated the business school about a month ago and there was nothing to do at home, I hated being the jobless housewife.

"Aw," he pouted too, "that's awful. Now, look what I got you." He opened the door and called for Chris who came in immediately holding a large bouquet of red roses. He collected it then dismissed Chris.

Anton turned to me holding the bouquet, "here you go mon amour," he handed the bouquet to me.

I collected it and smiled broadly at him, "thank you Anton, they're beautiful."

He gave me a cute smile -I didn't know Anton could look cute- "you're welcome, now open the card that's inside it."

I looked through the bouquet and found a blue envelope perched behind a flower. I took it out and opened it. The brochure of a holiday resort on an island near China was in it.

Looking up at Anton I inquired, "what does this mean?"

"It means that I want us to go on a holiday, I've already booked us a room and everything."

"Wow, that's great I would love to go on a holiday but there's one problem."

"What?"

"The paparazzi, they'll hound us. After what happened with the accident and all. A holiday isn't really a holiday when there is no peace and calm."

"You see," Anton grinned, "I've thought about that and I've come up with the perfect solution. We will use my private jet to go the island.

"When we arrive there, we won't need to bother about the paps because the island is not really modern, the resort is not well-known, I did my research."

"That's brilliant," I said, "I can't wait but our absence will definitely be noticed."

"Not really, the holiday is for two days only."

"You've thought of everything haven't you?"

"Yes of course, anything for mon amour."

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"How do I look?" I came out of the bathroom and posed in front of Anton.

"You look......gothic."

I smiled. I was dressed in a gaudy black short dress that had too much nets and frills. Underneath the dress was pair of pantyhose and black wedges. I wore a black wig and my makeup was well....gothic. "that's what I want to look like. You look like a rockstar."

He really did look like rockstar with all the blings, bracelets and weird wig that he wore. It was strange to see Anton dressed so unconventionaly. Yes, I wa used to seeing him dressed casually but as a rockstar, that was a first. He looked funny.

"Couldn't we have dressed normally, its not like we're using public airplane." I suggested.

"Yes I know, buy what's the fun in dressing like we usually do when we could dress as people we're not." There was a playful glint in his eyes.

I nodded, "okay, lets go up to the helicopter pad, who's flying us?"

"Jean," he answered.

When we reached the roof, the first thing I saw Jean leaning against the helicopter. Jean didn't even bother to look up at us, he just bowed, "welcome prince Anton and princess McKenzie Blair Gran....," he paused mid-sentence because he had straightened up and seen our guise. "Who are you and what have you done to my friends?"

"Oh Jean, hurry up or else we'll be late."

"Why are you dressed as if its Halloween?" Jean asked as we entered the helicopter. Anton helped me onto the backseat then entered after me.

"What's the fun in dressing normally?" I said.

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We landed on the helicopter pad of the mansion of a Chinese tycoon who was a friend of Anton's. I was already restless and we still had a long way to go. Mr Song let us rest in his home, we ate, took a short nap and removed our ridiculous attire.

We then climbed a ferry that was waiting for us at the docks, it was going to take us to the island where the resort was located.

We arrived on the island after about two hours. I was cranky, antsy and irritated because of lack of sleep.

We entered the lobby of the resort to see a few people lingering about. The receptionist was behind a counter dressed in a red uniform with the logo of the resort on the top left of her blazer.

"Hello, welcome to Mala resort, how may I help you?" Her voice was heavily accented.

"Hi, we're here to check in, booked the honeymoon suite two days ago."

"Okay, can you tell me the name you booked it under?"

"Mr Daniels," Anton said, we'd decided not to use our real names, "Jack Daniels." Anton wasn't really thinking when he chose the name Jack Daniels for himself.

"Alright, why don't you go seat there and wait till I bring the key." She gestured towards a set of armchairs at the far end of the room.

"Really Anton," I said as we sat down, "a two star hotel, how classy."

"Hey," he defended himself, "if I had chosen a five star hotel, we'll be swarmed with the paparazzi by now."

"Besides," he continued, "its a neat and cozy resort at least, you don't see roaches running up and down."

Suddenly, a voice from behind us exclaimed, "Oh My God!"

Startled, both of us turned to see two black people. It seemed like they were a couple and the woman was holding up her phone.

Anton quickly stood up, "hey, I know you're shocked to see us here but please don't take a picture of us if not the paps will stampede this place in less than an hour.

"You see, we just wanted a holiday, away from all the media. You're a couple so I'm sure you understand the need for couples privacy."

The woman stared blankly at us, "what are you talking about, are you indicating that you're some sort of 'celebrities'?" She air-quoted the word celebrities.

"You don't know us?" Anton sounded appalled.

"Duh, how would we know you when you're not popular, you're just wannabes." With that the two walked away. I heard her telling her partner that she just saw the perfect wedding gown online. Obviously I said to myself, that was what she'd exclaimed for.

I turned to Anton who was still standing looking shell-shocked. I burst into fits of giggles, "oh that was hilarious."

He turned to me wearing a comical face, "such a blow to my enlarged ego."

At that, I laughed even more.

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Whew, at last. I'll be writing a new book on wattpad, Unlike Poles so please people, go read it even though I've not posted it yet but when I do, I'll be sure to notify ya'll.

The new book is similar to this but not exactly, its an Islamic book. Just thought I should write something that portrays my religion. Please please show support.

Book recommendation: Mirror Images

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