My Love Journey's
Sneak.

Because I'm not a typical woman who likes challenges, now I like my mischievous idea of buying a dress from the Victoria Secret brand, making my appearance look more sexy and challenging.

The material is made of red satin material, just covering the back, beautifully showing the curves of my body. The lacy v-neck-shaped collar managed to show my cleavage, hanging on a thin piece of rope that held it.

I slowly stepped on my tiptoes to Paul's room, not very careful because I heard my father's voice snoring loudly in his room located at the end of the corridor. By the way, it's past midnight.

Last night was a lot of fun, and I was so happy that I finally got back to chatting with my sister, Louis. He has changed in a better direction. Thank you, Lord.

When tomorrow morning comes, we will celebrate my father's birthday.

Slowly, I knocked on the door of the room Paul was in, then turned the knob and burst inside. I closed the door and turned around and found her on the bed. She leaned back without clothes, her body covered only with a blanket to the hip, while her hands held a cell phone.

"Wow, man,"

The word escaped from his mouth as soon as I approached him. With her pair of dark eyes she observed my appearance, which made her gaze even darker as she shifted to put the phone on the nightstand.

I got on the bed and raised my knee there, about to climb up. "Do you like it?" ask me slowly, smiling mischievously at myself. The way she looked at me made me feel more confident sexy at once.

"I love it.." she said in a slightly nervous tone, her tongue moving along her lips as she greeted me.

"I just bought it from Victoria's Secret." I said, my smile widening at the sight of her clearing her throat and gulping.

Paul raised his gaze to look me in the eye, making me tremble subtly aware of how dark his gaze was. "You're always beautiful when you wear anything. This is not an exception at all."

I moved to position my body on his lap. Both of my palms stuck to his hard chest, so I could feel his muscles. "Hi," I murmured softly, more like a whisper.

Paul was still leaning on the head of the bed while his hands moved to my thighs. "Hey," She chuckles, feeling funny as her tone follows my style while she uncovers a little of my dress skirt.

"What's your relationship with Lucy?" slow down, try to be careful.

Paul frowning. "What do you mean?"

"You must know him, Paul. It doesn't matter if he's one of your ex-lovers, I understand you've been in a relationship with someone before." I tried to convince him, but somehow I guess my thinking was wrong because Paul's expression seemed confused.

Paul shook his head hard. "He's not my ex-boyfriend. Don't worry, Rapunzel. He's nobody."

I lowered my head, "Hm, you're making me even more anxious now."

I felt him tuck a pinch of my hair behind my ear. "Why? She's your sister's boyfriend, right? They met at a rehabilitation center. So, how could I know him."

I raised my head, challenging myself to see if there was a lie on his face. He can't possibly lie, right? Then I nodded.

"Because I've been so bold to display this kind of sight to me, now I really want to take it off." murmured Paul, looking all over my body.

I smiled, all the bad thoughts that filled my head seemed to be lifted just like that when I leaned over, cupped his jaw, and then kissed him. Paul retorted, one hand running from my thigh, slipping behind my dress to a stop on my back, while the other hand went up to my chest.

Just as I wanted to turn my head, one question that came out of his mouth made me pull away quickly. "How many kids do you want?"

I was trembling while watching him. "I'm sorry?"

Paul nodded slowly. "Okay, I think my question is a bit imprecise."

"No? Think so?"

"Yes. I mean, your dad and Louis were talking about grandchildren, right? I was just curious" said Paul.

"Oh," I was relieved, yet still confused at his sudden change of topic. Don't let her mess up my plans tonight, even if I accidentally put on an evening dress for her. "I've been wanting to adopt a child. There are a lot of kids out there who need a home to live in."

"Wouldn't give birth to your own child?"

I put my shoulders down. "Eitherway. I will think about whether I should adopt a child or choose to get pregnant after my school is over and my financial condition has stabilized. How's yours?"

"I've always wanted to have a boy. I will train him to be the greatest footballer of his generation" Paul said with a grin. I laughed softly, shaking my head in disbelief at his plan. "Why did you say your financial condition isn't stable?"

"How much do you have to pay?"

I shook my head quickly. "You don't need to know."

"Why?" He looks really curious. "The loan will only hold you once you finish your studies."

"I can pay for it once I work as an official nurse, it's easy. Anyway, why do you feel interested in talking about this?"

"I can help you, Bianka" he said seriously. "That's not a problem..."

"No. Absolutely not, Paul. I've worked so hard to be in my current position, and I don't want to betray that effort by letting other people interfere."

"I want to help you, Rapunzel. You know, you're too stubborn, but it's for your own good" said Paul, smiling.

"Please, stop this conversation." I exhaled a heavy breath. I was still excited to feel the touch of her hand on my back, but our conversation really made me lose my passion.

"Okay," Paul nodded once. "But there's still one thing I want to ask you..."

"Paul's..."

"Don't worry, this has nothing to do with that student loan." He smiled, while I rolled my eyes. "I want you to come visit me in Russia."

"You've asked before."

"But you haven't given an answer, Bianka. It will be the last week of our game at the World Cup. For the position now, it seems we will go all the way to the final. So, we will compete in that week to win the position or be satisfied to be runners up."

"Hm, that sounds pretty serious." I grinned happily. "You can't have time to relax."

"Of course I have. I've been asking for a full day off with no practice between games, and I plan on spending that time with you. Hows it? I'll take care of everything if you want."

"Paul, my arrival will only disturb your concentration." I deliberately inserted a little rumor about us that spread in the community.

Paul smiled, put up my dress a little. "No way, Bianka. You make me even more excited, you know that. We can walk around freely there, travel around like foreign tourists."

I'm glued for a moment. "There's no free term when it comes to your name, Paul. Especially when spending time with you in public."

Paul shook his head hard. "Trust me, baby."

I took a deep breath, the lightning in his eyes managed to calm me down. "Okay, okay. I'm going to ask for a change of schedule for next week, which means I have to work more this week. But, I don't want you paying for my ticket, I don't like it."

"Okay, then you leave on a private jet."

"No." I held back a laugh, shaking loudly.

"Yes. Unless you let me buy you a first class ticket." he murmured cheerfully. "You can fight with Valerie, how?"

"Okay, we'll talk about it later." I said with a smile.

Paul nodded in agreement, pulling my dress up past my head. Leave the lacy pants as the only last cloth attached to my body. "You know, I'm glad your relationship and your sister look okay. How are you feeling now?"

"Hm, feels a little foreign. I'm still trying to understand everything. He is very different, but in a good sense." I said. "I know my father was very happy because in the end we reunited. I also know that even though he didn't do it blatantly, but he's clearly amazed by you."

"You think so?" Paul chuckles. "He's a nice guy, Bianka. I can see his efforts in mending Louis and you. Maybe you find it strange when he forbids us to sleep in the same room, but as a man I can understand that."

"I get the point, I just feel like a fool has invited you here while we don't have time together."

In earnest, Paul answered me. "There's no need to feel that way. I'm grateful you're introducing me to your family, love."

I went forward and kissed her lips. "Thank you, Paul..."