N O S T A L G I A
(n). a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.
PARIS FELT the blood drain from her face. Not Kael.
Seeing the look of pure horror on the tall brunette's face, Cateline immediately followed it up.
"Oh god, no, she's not dead," She quickly explained. "She's in the hospital. They say that she's had a few broken bones, but nothing that was threatening her life." Paris almost dropped to the floor in relief.
"Then why do you look so scared if you don't mind me asking?" Paris asked. She was already walking back inside the room to change. She was going to the hospital to see Kael right now. "Shouldn't you be relieved?"
"Sweetie," Cateline's voice had a hint of worry. "A witness said that she saw ten big men beating her down in her house. That's when she called 911 and the police came before they could do anymore damage." She shakily sat on their bed. "Ten men."
Paris momentarily stopped, confusion filling up her mind once more.
Kael Maddox is a trained assassin. She could take down at least 15 people if she wanted to, even when they were armed. So why the hell is she beat up now by only ten?
Unless...Paris clenched the jeans she was putting on. She was ambushed.
She gently shook Bleu awake.
"Bleu, I have to go."
"Wait, I'll come with you," was the groggy reply. And somehow in this tight situation, Paris found it adorable that Bleu didn't even stop to ask where they were going or what was happening. She just wanted to go with her. "I'm going."
Paris was about to retort and tell her to just stay home, but to her surprise, Cateline nodded.
"I'll get the car ready. Meet me downstairs in five minutes." Both girls looked at each other. Even when just woken up, Bleu expected her mother to keep them from going just to be safe due to everything that's happened. But perhaps, Cateline Ivy saw something in Paris' eyes that couldn't make her say no.
As soon as the door closed, Bleu got up quickly to take her shirt off to change. She had five minutes to get ready.
As she did, she remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra and that Paris was right in front of her.
She only realized this when the shirt was already halfway off her head. As soon as the shirt cleared her lips, soft ones pressed against them. Bleu didn't even think and kissed her back, momentarily forgetting to take the rest of the shirt off and leaving her blind for a while.
Paris helped her take the rest of the shirt off, her lips detaching for a moment and then locking with the blonde's again. She felt her bare breasts press against her clothed ones, and she reached down to squeeze her ass before pulling down her pajama shorts.
"We have five minutes, what are you doing?" Bleu said in between kisses.
"I'm helping you get changed," Paris replied innocently. She only meant to give Bleu a peck on the lips since she looked so adorable, but the sight of those tits exposed to the cold air distracted her and she didn't pull away as quick as she wanted to.
"Where are we going again?"
Bleu's question made Paris remember Kael again and she sobered up quickly, pulling away and helping Bleu find her clothes. "God, I totally forgot." She ran a veined hand through her hair.
"Kael's in the hospital. I have to get to her." She quickly explained, taking her phone.
Bleu frowned, then nodded, quickly putting on her clothes. This clearly wasn't the right time to be making out, but she just couldn't resist the stunning brunette.
God, what is wrong with me?
On the other side of the room, as Paris held the door open for them to go out, she had the exact same thought. Her friend was beaten up and in the hospital and what was she doing? Allowing herself to be distracted by the girl who lost her boyfriend because of her.
The guilt came back.
It was around 12:30 in the morning when they got to the hospital. Even early morning there were still quite a few people in the hospital, waiting on their loved ones or just staying the night for medical results. Both Bleu and Paris were in simple jeans, shirts and sweaters. Neither of them were wearing makeup and no one noticed. Even when exhausted from the day's events, their beauty could still make people turn their heads.
"Good morning, may I ask what room Kael Maddox is in?" Paris politely but hurriedly asked the nurse behind the counter.
"Are you her family member?" The woman asked, eyes fixed on the computer she was typing on.
"Well, no, but-"
"Are you her girlfriend?"
"No! But I-"
"I'm sorry, but she gave strict instructions to only allow family members and a girlfriend in. So unless you're her girlfriend or family member, you can't come in."
Paris shook her head. "Paris Grimaldi. Tell her I'm Paris Antoinette Grimaldi and I am here to see her. I promise you, she would want to see me. Now take me to her room, please." There was so much authority in her voice it shocked both the nurse, Bleu, and her mom.
"Yes ma'am." the nurse nodded and quickly walked away. Anyone would, after having an attractively tall young woman tell you her full name in that deep voice of command. "This way."
"Thank you," Paris replied. She looked back at Bleu and her mom. They were about to follow when the nurse stopped them.
"I'm sorry, but only one person is allowed to visit in the ICU."
"I'll be quick," Paris told Bleu, smoothing her hand.
"Take your time," Bleu smiled. "We'll wait here."
Paris nodded then walked away with the nurse in long strides.
"I'm going to call your father," Cateline gently squeezed Bleu's shoulder, silently telling her to keep an eye out for Paris if she gets back. She walked away, pulling her phone out from her bag to call her husband.
The only sound left was the sound of hospital beeps and water filling a cup.
"Grimaldi?" a middle-aged man pouring himself a cup of coffee from the dispenser said, apparently overhearing. "Reminds me of this royal family who lost their daughter eighteen years ago." He grunted as he sat down on the sofa.
That got Bleu's attention.
"How'd you know about that? Is it a true story?" Bleu casually asked. However, on the inside, her interest was piqued way above mount Himalayas. People actually knew about the missing princess?
She sat down across the man, leaning forward slightly in interest.
"Well," the man grunted as he adjusted his leg. Bleu noticed it was stiff. "My parents moved here from Monaco about 18 years ago, so I was about 16." He stopped to adjust his leg and Bleu was getting impatient.
"Gah, my arthritis. Anyway they adored the royal couple, always telling me about their good deeds and donating to charity and all that. So just imagine them fangirl when they found out that the Grimaldi's had a baby princess." He drank from his cup, looking up at the wall in recollection. "But then one day I found my ma crying in the living room. She told me that the prince had died, the duchess, or the princess or whatever, was on drugs, and their daughter was missing."
Bleu had held her breath the whole story. This entire time a small part of her had doubted Paris' story, but this all adds up.
"Does everyone know about that?"
"Nah, I reckon just the citizens of Monaco do," he took another sip. "Like my parents."
"Did they try looking for the princess?"
"Oh yeah," the man chuckled. "Even my parents helped. They loved that family so much, I tell you. Everyone looked for the princess. But that was years ago or so I heard."
"What if the whole world knew?"
"Why are you so interested in this?" the man laughed. "It's a bedtime story. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment." He got up and limped to the doctor's office.
At that exact moment, Cateline walked back, sitting down beside Bleu. "Who was that you were talking to?"
"I have no idea." Bleu absentmindedly replied. How do we let the world know the princess is alive?
"Kael?" Paris rushed to her bedside, bringing up a hand to her mouth at the sight of her friend in this condition. She would scold her about her "strict instructions" to the nurse later.
The raven-haired woman was in a hospital gown, a neck brace supporting her neck and casts placed on her hands and feet. She was awake, however, her grey eyes alert.
"I was ambushed," her voice croaked, confirming Paris' suspicions. "I didn't see them coming. I walked in the house and they were already inside. They probably thought you were with me, the bastards."
"But that's impossible," Paris ran a hand through her hair. "No one knows where we live."
"Someone does," Kael said. "And we've been compromised." She coughed, then grimaced when her ribs screamed in protest. "Luckily, I was able to call the other agent from the Academy before I was attacked. She's on her way now. She'll protect you while I heal."
"God, don't you guys have men? Aren't they stronger?"
Kael's grey eyes narrowed at Paris' tone. "We do, milady, but sadly your parents made me vow to only give you female bodyguards."
Obviously they didn't know their daughter was gay as fuck. Paris mentally rolled her eyes. So glad I only see Kael as a dear friend. She clutched her bodyguard's fingers in hers.
"And for your information, lämmchen, females happen to be more agile and flexible on the field. Don't compare us to men. We're actually all the same."
"I don't care what gender you give me. I'm just glad you're not dead," Paris muttered. Even though Kael had been assigned to her for only a year, they had grown a deep bond over the time. So seeing her friend in this condition made Paris very angry. That bastard of an uncle is going to fucking pay for this.
"I will be," Kael replied. "I'm Kael Maddox, I'm not that easy to-"
Suddenly, the door opened and a stunning red head wearing tight leather barged in. The nurse who took Paris in here a little while ago was behind her.
"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to step outside. You're not allowed in here!"
The red head sighed impatiently, pushed her out and locked the door, muffling whatever else the nurse was saying.
What the fuck?
Paris was shocked about the sudden intrusion and felt a bit of pity for the nurse. She was just doing her job. Paris knew it was only a matter of time before security came up to escort the newcomer out.
"Espèce d'idiot." The woman walked to Kael and kissed her, pressing her mouth so sensually against the dark-haired woman it made Paris' jaw drop. When she pulled away, Kael had a dazed look on her face as she stared up at the beautiful redhead.
"I missed you too," Kael smirked. And this was the most playful Paris had ever seen her usually stoic and serious bodyguard in.
"Princess," Kael regarded her. "This is Natasja Armand, and she will be keeping an eye on the both of you while I heal. Nat, this is Princess Paris Grimaldi."
The red-head flashed her stunning white pearls, her canines coming into view. She did a slight bow, kissing Paris' hand.
"The pleasure is all mine," Natasja replied in a sexy french accent.
"U-uh n-nice to meet you," Paris stuttered. Very un-princesslike.
"You rode your bike all the way here, didn't you?" Kael referred to Natasja's tight leather-bound perfect body.
"But of course," the redhead winked. "You know I don't resist sexy rides."
Just then the door opened and security walked in.
Before they could even talk, however, the redhead flashed them a stunning smile and waved a hand. "Don't worry, boys. I was just on my way out." She blew Kael a kiss and added, "Ma cheriè, you're lucky you're not in a bad condition as I expected."
Then turning to Paris, she purred, "I'll see you downstairs, milady."
Then she sauntered out, the security guards' eyes watching her every move, unable to speak. Even the nurse was staring.
So that's Kael Maddox's french lover.