Jared's POV:

I rubbed Sasha's side as she held me close. The jet lifted off the ground and I shut my eyes. My head leaning back against the seat, I could feel her grip around me tighten. I smirked wondering if she was scared to fly.

Once we were settled in the air, flying towards Paris I heard Sasha mumble something. I looked down to her and her eyes were closed. I nudged her slightly and whispered.

"What was that?" A smile grew on her lips.

"You want to know how I have money."

With a nod I replied a simple "Yes".

Sasha tilted her head so she could look up to me. I could hold back my smile when I saw hers. She bit her lip and raised a brow. She asked me not to judge her that's when my brows furrowed.

"I robbed banks back when I was a nomad, and when I lived with the Denali's."

There was a moment of silence between us before I busted into a roar of laughter.

"Are you serious?"

She leaned back in her seat, looking at me with a serious and innocent expression as she simple nodded. I calmed down from the laughter quickly and ran my fingers through my short hair taking in a deep breath. Exhaling an "Oh man" as I looked back to her.

"My Fiancé is a badass." I laughed again as she sighed with relief.

"I only stole from the richer people. I don't take from the poor." she added before unbuckling her seat belt.

"Well good."

I added as I watched her crawl on my lap. I placed my hands on each of her thighs, bringing her close to me. Her legs on either side of me, I smiled up at her and she leaned down to kiss my lips. I chuckled lightly and looked over to see a crew member backing out of the room to disappear in the other section of the jet where the pilot is. I smirked and looked back to Sasha. Sliding my hands up her skirt she began to purr. I grabbed her and pulled her closer to me.

"Don't hold back, they wont come in here unless we need them now."

Sasha whispered as she leaned in for a deep passionate kiss. I crushed my lips with hers, getting lost in the sensation. Not holding back as she asked, soon my shorts were off and her skirt was pushed up. Lucky me she planned ahead and didn't wear anything beneath.

We spent the rest of the flight in that position. Doing things people wouldn't normally do out in open on a plane. But this was her plane and she lived as if she was going to die the next day. I loved it, and I loved her. I knew I made the right decision when I asked her to marry me.

Once we were in Paris, Sasha spoke to the driver. Telling him to take us to the hotel then he was off for the day. I looked at the time and we were there early on in the day. I wondered what she had planned if we didn't have a driver.

While driving from the airport Sasha leaned against me and my arm was around her shoulder. I held her close as we looked out the window at the landscape. I glanced down to see the awe in her eyes, glad I could make her happy.

When we arrived at the hotel I opened the door for Sasha, rather then having the driver do it. Her hand in mine, we walked into the hotel and the bellboy grabbed out bags. Sash took the lead once we were signing in, she took the room key and handed it to me.

I did feel bad about not being able to pay for this all on my own. But every time I would bring it up, she cut me off and told me not to worry about it. I moved to stand behind her and kissed down her neck, thanking her for it all. She smiled and started to walk, leading us up to our room on the top floor.

I knew she would go for the best room, it didn't surprise me at all. Once we were inside and the bellboy unloaded our bags from the cart. I insisted on tipping him and Sash willingly let me. I shut the door behind him and turned around to see Sasha laying across the bed with a grin on her face.

"Happy here?" She nodded and turned her head to look at me.

Reaching her hand out, "Come here."

I walked over and sat down at the end of the bed then laid down to rest my head on her breasts, as if they were pillows.

"I'm in Paris with the man I love. Jared, you don't know how happy you have been making me the past few months." A smile grew on my lips.

"I love you Sasha. And I will always do what ever I can to make you happy."

I saw the smirk grow on her lips then she reached for her purse that was by my side. I handed it to her and watched as she took out her wallet then her card. She then held it out to me and I raised my brow.

"What?"

"Take it"

"No I can't do that"

"Jared, please. What's mine is yours, well it will be once we marry. So why not start now?"

"Alright" I took the card and slipped it into the back pocket of my shorts. "So what are the plans for the day?" Sasha smiled at me then laid her head back onto the bed.

"Shopping."

"Shopping?" The whole shopping thing wasn't so much my style though I knew it was here. Even if she didn't like to wear clothes.

"Yes, we need something to wear to get married in." A smile spread across my lips and I leaned over to kiss hers.

"Shopping it is."

"But we have to go separate. I don't want you to see my dress."

I chuckled and moved to hover over her. Looking into her eyes with a smirk on my lips.

"Not like you'll be wearing it long. Besides, how will I know what people are saying?"

"True and true." she nodded then quickly stole a kiss. "Okay we go together."

I rolled her over and slapped her ass before getting off the bed. Telling her to hurry up and that she was slow as I went to the door to the room. I suddenly saw a flash of red run past me as I opened the door, only to see her standing right outside the door. I smirked and held out my hand. Closing the door as she slipped her cool hand into mine.

We went down the elevator and out of the hotel. It was perfect weather for Sash to be out, I knew that made her happy. Though I don't doubt she would have some sort of ridiculous plan that would allow her to still shop or even go out in the sun.

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