Last Train For Paris (2 page)

Paris walked into her apartment only to find Sean sprawled on the couch with the same clothes he had on last night when she saw him. Sean had been waiting up all night for Paris and he was worried sick, what gave her the nerve to think that she could just go and spend the whole night out, he knew her line of work but damn can a nigga get a text or something? “Paris where the fuck have you been all night?” Sean asked angry as hell. “Working Sean you know what I do we’ve been over this time and time again I’m really not in the mood for all this.” Paris said annoyed. Paris had been giving thought to the offer that Miles laid out for her I mean a change of scenery wouldn’t be bad for her. She looked at Sean “Hey Sean let’s get out of here lets move to New York, I mean there’s nothing here for us and I have some connections that may go through.” Sean thought to himself what kind of connections could she possibly have. Sean was completely opposed to the whole idea of leaving Chicago plus he had some connection with Kanye West’s people and it was just a matter of time before his career jumped off. He shot Paris down quicker than she could get the rest of her sentence out. “I’m not feeling that I think we should stay here until something pops off.” Paris couldn’t believe this shit, Sean just wasn’t as ambitious as she was and she wasn’t going to wait around just for him. “Sean I’m leaving for New York whether your coming or not.” She said as she left the room. Within that moment Paris decided that New York was the place for her and she needed this. If this Miles guy was truthful in what he said then her life was about to change, and if he wasn’t truthful she just gave up the only family she had left in Sean. Sean left Paris’ house slamming the door behind him, he was tired of putting up with her bullshit, this was the last straw, and he wished her the best as he walked off his body full of anger.

O’Hare Airport was busy as hell and Paris didn’t know how she was going to find Miles amongst it all. He said he was on the 10 o'clock flight to New York, but other than that she knew nothing. What airline was he flying with? What was his last name? Was he first class or coach? She was beginning to feel like such an ass. She was on her way out when she ran into a dude she saw at the club last night in VIP. “Hey you’re the chick that works at the Cat box, Candy right? He said. Extending his hands displaying the dirtiest fingernails Paris had ever seen in her life. “Yea she said if you’ll excuse me I’m looking for someone she said.” As she made her way past him he shout out. “If you’re looking for Miles he doesn’t do commercial flights he has his own private jet on a different concourse I’ll take you over there.” The dude with the dirty nails said. They made their way to a concourse Paris had never seen before and there it was the G5 sitting pretty. “You can go right in.” The dude said; “I’ve got a flight to catch so you can find your way back right?” Paris shook her head and made her way to the jet. Miles looked at her he couldn’t believe she was standing right in front of him. “Miles I know this sounds crazy but I’ve only known you for about four hours and I trust you enough to leave everything I have here in Chicago and move to New York.” Paris said. “It’s foolish but I feel safe and secure with you. Miles looked into her eyes and said “That’s a good thing Paris because I’m going to give you the world.” The jet took off and all Paris could think about was her and Miles at that moment and what was to come of her life. For the first time in her life she felt like she could depend on someone other than herself.

Ballin

NYC was like something Paris had never seen before. Now don’t get it twisted Chicago was a huge city but NYC was like cities within cities within cities. Miles had set Paris up in the heart of Tribeca at the plush pad he called the company loft. The two thousand plus square foot 3 bedroom 3 bath loft was anything short of amazing. The space had 11 foot high ceilings and Brazilian cherry wood floors throughout with exposed brick. Paris walked the floor of the penthouse in awe as she took in the view of the Hudson River through the over sized windows that flooded the living and dining areas with natural light. She could just imagine herself enjoying the sunset from the enormous private roof deck just outside. As much as Paris was enjoying the luxury of her new home she had to admit that she would of preferred to stay with Miles . She was uneasy about being in such a huge place all alone. She made her way into California style kitchen, which opened directly into the living-room.She found an envelope with her name on it on the countertop. Paris opened it to find a black amex card and instructions: “Buy whatever you need for the place and whatever you need to make you feel like this is home. Love Miles” Was this really her life? Paris couldn’t believe it. She quickly got herself together and called for the chauffeured range to pick her up curbside and she was on her way to Z Gallarie.

As the day was winding down Miles couldn’t help but think about Paris as much as he knew he shouldn’t. I mean realistically he was twice her age and he never liked to mix and mingle with his artists but she was so alluring he couldn’t help himself. He thought about how he would come at her, he didn’t want to come on too strong and then not really feel her. Not to mention he did have someone on the side who served him well. That person being his in house stylist Tammy Strong. The two of them had been seeing each other unexclusively for the past five years and he could always count on her to be his ride or die chick. But she didn’t compliment who he was. Tammy a former model was about 5”9 nice slim figure, with exotic features from her island decent. Born in Cayman islands, Tammy's family later relocated to LA where she spent most of her life. Her beautiful eye for style and great statuesque body gave her the ability to dress her ass off. Only problem was she was a certified dingbat with no brain savvy. She was very submissive and anything Miles said she did, including not pressuring him about being in a relationship. But she did serve as a good go to girl when he needed some attention and for that reason alone he kept her around. Miles quickly thought about it and disregarded his earlier thoughts of Paris replacing it with a text to Tammy. He told her about his new R&B singer Paris and said to hook her up with some new clothes and a signature look A.S.A.N (as soon as NOW). Tammy hit him back letting him know she was on it. Miles assistant chimed in “It’s Paris on line one.” “Send her through…” Miles responded his heart nearly dropping. “Hey Miles I know your really busy I just wanted to bring the receipts over for some things that I brought for the house, kind of a proof of purchase thing you know…” Paris said. Miles could feel his shit hardening up just thinking about her coming into his office. “Yes Paris that’ll be fine actually I’m in meetings until around 7 and I want you to rest because your schedule is pretty full for the rest of the week, so how about we do dinner around 8 30ish ok see ya then.” Miles hung up without giving her anytime to respond he had to remain in control.

After his meetings were through Miles went to his company closet and retrieved one of his custom made shirts which he kept on deck for emergency meetings with execs and in this case Paris. He planned for them to hit up Buddakan first to discuss business and then swing by
Nello’s
which was the perfect place to bring a new artist to gain publicity. Every paparazzi was there night after night to catch a glimpse of who was with who and doing what. Miles was so excited that Paris was serving as his arm candy for the night he was sure that every major gossip site from the Mediatakeout to Concrete Loop would have their picture up providing commentary. Hopefully good, Miles paid them good money to report his shit first and not bash him like all the others they put on blast day after day. It was crazy to him how these lame rap dudes would get caught up in dead beat dad, baby mama drama issues all the time. He had to admit he was a little nervous a few years back when Tammy was pregnant and had talked about keeping it. He was prepared to write her a fat check for keeping her mouth shut, but God does answer prayers and she ruled against keeping the baby. Something about not wanting to have a baby before marriage. Whatever the reason Miles was so ecstatic he didn’t even listen to anything after her saying she was going to abort the child. He didn’t mind the thought of having a kid it was just the though of having Tammy as a baby mother that urked him. He saw what happened between Puff and Misa and he just wasn’t going out like that. Never mix open business with private affairs. As Miles made his way downstairs his car was there waiting to chauffer him to the destination. “Where to tonight boss? Asked Frank the company chauffeur. “To the company loft Frank, and before we go I need to make a stop by the lower east side.” At Miles request they were on their way. Within minutes Miles found himself outside of Tammy’s condo on the Upper East Side. She wasn’t doing too bad for herself, shit she should be living like a king as much as Miles paid her to do nothing but shop. What a job! Tammy was just wrapping up the selections she handpicked for Paris to wear out tonight. Miles informed Tammy that they would be hitting up
Nello’s
but didn’t inform her about the intimate dinner he planned at Buddakan, which was information Tammy didn’t need to know. Besides she would definitely have an attitude about Mile’s taking anyone other than her to their spot. Miles used the convenient spare key that he had to Tammy’s condo and let himself in. “Tam where you at?” he yelled upstairs, as he made his way up. Tammy was upstairs waiting with Paris’ things in hand. Miles made his way into Tammy’s room to find her looking sexy as ever in some cute La Perla lace trim boycut’s and a bra to match with her hair pulled up. That was one thing Miles loved about Tam even when she just chilled she was sexy as hell. He walked over and kissed her on the cheek. “Hey babe, what’s up?" Tam said as she handed Miles the huge black garment bag. "This should work for a quick outing at Nellos, I wasn’t sure how the Rich & Skinny jeans would fit since I haven’t seen her yet so I just gave her two of everything in case the cut didn’t run true to size." "If she needs anything else like rented jewelry or whatever swing her back by here and I’ll loan her a couple of my pieces.” As Tam wrapped up on the instructions she gave Miles the one over and could tell that nothing she just said registered which is why she had Antoinette BBM him the instructions to his blackberry in case they were needed. With the look in his eyes Tam knew exactly what Miles was thinking, he wanted some sex. Too bad for him it wasn’t going down, not enough time. So he wrapped things up with Tam giving her a long adoring deep throat kiss. “I’ll be back... maybe tonight I’m not sure so don’t wait up I’ll hit you on your blackberry.” Miles said to Tammy. Tammy responded with a nod and that quick Miles was out the door. Tammy had to admit Miles did have a hold on her and she just couldn’t shake him. She had her fair share of eligible dudes who wanted to spend all their time with her, but they all lacked what Miles had that unmistakable swagger that made Miles Crawford who he was. His presence spoke volumes when he came in the room. Any and everyone stopped to listen when he talked. That was the type of power and swagger that drove Tammy insane. Yet she still couldn’t get Miles to devote his every want to her to fulfill, and that was a problem she’d been trying to fix for years. As she looked around she was lonelier than an old woman and a houseful of cats. Tammy decided tonight she’d treat herself out she was going out to eat and then a night on the town would do her just fine. As she rounded up her troops she decided to head to Buddakan she was in the mood for a nice order of lobster rice and they were the best and only place to get it. Although it was out of her diet she deserved a treat every now and again. Shit she had to stay in tact, especially if she was going to be Mile’s future wife. She got dressed and was out the door to meet her girls at Buddakan for some much needed girl R&R.

Miles let himself into the company loft and immediately heard the shower running, which meant he was right on time. He called out to Paris. “Hey Paris I’m here when you get a chance come downstairs I’ve got some outfits from your stylist here waiting.” Paris thought to herself stylist… I have a stylist I can’t believe all this.” She turned the shower off towel blotting her wet curly huge fro and putting on her terry cloth robe. Not exactly her definition of sexy but it worked for now. She wanted to make sure that she looked somewhat decent in front of Miles. “Hey sorry I’m not ready but I got a little behind on the time, so what cha got?” Paris asked looking at the huge stuffed garment bag. “I’m not quite sure but your stylist who you’ll meet tomorrow thought that these would look good on you." Miles felt anything would look good on Paris even that oversized bath robe she was rockin. “So Paris I hope you don’t feel like I’m controlling our night but I set up a dinner at a local hot spot here in the city called Buddakan to discuss your week goals that have been set by our A&R team and for us to get to know each other on a professional level”. As Miles talked Paris kind of drifted away she was truly attracted to this strong man who was like seven years her senior. She was floored. Yet still intrigued at the same time. She would have to play up her sexy for the night cause one thing was for sure and that was Miles Crawford would be her man when it was all said and done. As Paris looked through her outfit options she immediately grabbed the Zac Posen silk runway dress in electric blue and the black patent leather Christian Louboutin pumps that reeked rich wife. As Paris slipped into the dress she decided to go ANTM and pull her hair straight back in a tight French bun. She went against wearing makeup because she’d rather people accept her for who she was without any added help. Instead she opted for a neutral Mac lip gloss and minimal jewelry. She gave herself the one over in the mirror and was on her way down the stairs thinking to herself “Damn I look good.” As she came downstairs Miles was taken a back by how absolutely beautiful she was. When they had first met she had on a smoky eye shadow and he could have sworn she was rocking a weave. Now looking at her without the stripper façade he saw a natural beauty who was so pure and had more to offer than he’s sure she knew she had. Paris could tell by the look on Miles face that she must look stunning but she wanted him to say it. “So is this okay for dinner?” Paris asked looking unsure to reel Miles in. “You look great and yes that’s just fine for dinner.” Miles responded looking her up and down. As the two grabbed their coats they were out the door and on their way to dinner, and Paris couldn’t be happier to walk arm and arm with Miles and little did she know Miles felt the exact same way.