A Paris Romance

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Summary

When Andy meets Jax and quickly falls for him will they stay together or will something tear them apart? Andy Langdon is the Daughter of Amancio, the CEO of Langdon industries. Her father is known worldwide and they move almost every year for his work. When Andy moves to Paris she dreads the thought of it until she meets the son of a prominent fashion designer, Jax Leblanc. She quickly falls for him as he quickly falls for her. What will the two lovers do when Andy has to move again?

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
3
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

I was sitting on a private jet about to take off. My father had told me a month prior we were moving to Paris. I was a bit flabbergasted at first but knew he would pull a stunt like this. We had moved quite often in the past four years.

When I was twelve my father decided to start moving around because his company, “Langdon Industries” took off. He’s the CEO and his company and it’s widely known.

My father is famous for selling weapons for military purposes. He’s also famous for attending the top fashion shows with his best Friend, Alistair Leblanc. Alistair is a prominent fashion designer and is quite famous for his clothing designs. He lives in Paris and I model for him by wearing his posh designer clothing.

“Andy, Andy,” I must’ve fallen asleep because my father was nudging me

“I’m up,” I said while gathering my bag and standing up.

My legs were all wobbly when I stood up and had to grab the seat for balance. I guess that’s what you get for flying from Malibu.

My father and I have been moving around for a while. His company buildings are placed all around the globe and my father always likes to check on them to see if they’re doing their best work. We’ve lived in Japan, New York, Beverly Hills, England, Hollywood, Sweden, Malibu, and now Paris, France.

Don’t get me wrong I love to travel around and see different culture and sights, but I wish we could just settle down and stay in one place. Since we move often it’s hard to make friends since I know I’ll be leaving them sooner or later. I am always nice to the kids at my school but never get close enough to them so I don’t feel melancholy when I move. I would talk to my father about this but I’m too afraid of what he might say. Just then A black BMW pulled up on that concrete runway.

“That’s our car, Andy.”

We strode up to it putting our luggage in the back trunk. I scooted onto a black leather seat hot from the sun’s beams shining through the window. My father sat in the front and made small talk with our chauffeur. As we pulled away from the airport, I leaned against the door and looked out the window.

My mother died when I was twelve which left my father in strings. He’s always been a stoic man that never cried. When she passed away in a car accident, my father had a hard time coping with this and had a “great” idea of moving all around. Since my father has always had wanderlust he thought moving around for company purposes would be a brilliant coping mechanism. I obliged with it even though I hated the idea. I just wanted to see him happy again.

We drove down a long winding neighborhood to our house. We reached it and a tall black gate with impressive designs stood in front of us. My father put a password into the password box in the white column next to the gate. I heard a creaking sound and the gates finally opened. The driver drove into the lot and we got out.

My father and mother thought I would be an exemplarity model. I started at the age of ten and have been doing it for six years. I agreed with them. I inherited my mother’s hourglass figure and platinum blonde hair. I also inherited my father’s pale skin and his heterochromia eyes. Heterochromia is when you have different colored eyes than the other. My left eye is a light blue color while my right is a forest green color.

We entered the massive house to reveal a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a marble staircase leading to upstairs.

“Isn’t she a beauty,” my father said gesturing to the house

I nodded and plastered a fake smile onto my lips.

“Your rooms upstairs along with all your boxes.”

I nodded to my father and walked to my room. The first thing I noticed while entering was the balcony. I walked to it and opened the doors. It didn’t budge at first but with more effort, it opened. I stepped out and looked out. The view was brilliant. My house stood proud in front of the city of Paris. I must’ve stood there for a while as the sun had started to set. I went inside leaving the door open to let that cool spring breeze in. I put my luggage on my bed and began unpacking.

(A/N)

Hey guys. So this is my first story on here and I hope you liked it. I’m a new writer so if you have any recommendations please leave a comment down below. Thanks! ❤