You're Mine: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance

by Lauren Wood

  One day blurred into another and a few more weeks had passed when she had a little time again. Sally was far too tired to go over to Johnny’s though, she thought as she opened the mail box. Bending over to look inside she saw something that could be her passport.

  “Oh my god, I got it, I got it!” She ran in the house yelling.

  Her mom met her in the living room. “You got your passport?” Her mom asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Yes, yes, I got it. I’m going to buy my ticket today!” Sally ran off to the computer.

  She turned on her computer and pulled up one of the sites to find cheap airline tickets. She looked over specials that included at least a hotel and maybe a car. Sally was so excited she felt like she was overwhelmed with it.

  “Once I get over there I’ll find a cheaper place to live, but one month in the hotel. Oh here’s a great deal.” She said as she looked over the various offers.

  She clicked a few buttons and picked a flight. She knew her friends would be upset with the date she picked, it was just a few days away.

  Sally then called the places she worked and told them she wasn’t coming back, she was going to Paris. She knew she should have given them more time, however, she had waited for Paris for 20 years now, and it was finally here.

  “Mom I’m leaving in 3 days.” She came running down the stairs.

  “Are you going to be able to be ready by then?” Her mom asked shocked by how quickly she would be losing her only child.

  “I’ve had a bag packed for about a month now! The rest of what I need to do isn’t much really. Mostly saying goodbye to people.” Sally admitted.

  “Well I’m so happy for you, but I’ll admit I’m really sad you’re leaving too.” Her mom stated.

  “Me too mom, me too. I have to call a few people. I know they’ll want to spend some time with me, but really if I can I’d like to spend a little with you and dad too. You know mom I realized the other night that this is just as much all of our dream now, as it is mine.” Sally said.

  “Oh your right sweetie, ever since that time you first designed that cute little pink dress for your Barbie.” Her mother laughed.

  “Yeah I know. Hey have you seen Johnny around lately?” Sally asked, knowing that she still hadn’t seen him since the one day he had stopped over. She felt bad, but knew that she should say good bye to him. He was her neighbor and friend for the past 10 years after all.

  “I think he came home a little bit ago, I heard his motorcycle.” Her mom stated.

  “He has a motorcycle now? Are you kidding me?” Sally said shocked.

  “Yeah, he was explaining everything about it to me one day, but I didn’t understand a word.” Her mom laughed.

  “Probably all technical stuff that only a geek like him would know. But honestly I wouldn’t expect him to have a motorcycle, it seems far too dangerous for him.” Sally had to laugh at the thought of Johnny on a motorcycle. “I think I’ll run over and tell him that I’m leaving in a few days.”

  “Alright, see you in a little bit sweetie, and congratulations on the ticket!” Her mom hugged her before she left.

  Sally started to go next door and stopped at the motorcycle. Not only was it a nice one it was a Harley Davidson. “How and why did he get this?” She asked herself as she headed to his door to knock.

  Johnny opened the door and saw Sally there. “Oh hey, how are you?” He asked and opened it to let her in .

  “Is that really your motorcycle? I’m good, but how are you?” She asked. Sally looked over him, there was something different about him, she wasn’t sure what, but it was not the old Johnny.

  “Yeah that’s my hog, I got it from a guy I work with, nice isn’t it. I love it, hey you want to go for a ride?” Johnny asked.

  “Sure, I’ve always wanted to ride on one.” Sally agreed.

  “Come on.” He said and walked out the door.

  “Do you have a helmet?” She asked as she started towards the bike.

  “A helmet, are you kidding me? Helmets are for pussies.” He laughed.

  “Okay, since when did you become this tough guy?” Sally asked.

  “I’ve always been like this, but you never really noticed it since I was always playing games. But I’ve quite those childish habits and moved on. Time to make my way in life and have fun.” Johnny stated.

  “Wow.” Sally didn’t know what to say, and even if she did, her voice would be drowned out as he hit the gas.

  Sally clung to him as he drove down the street and headed towards the interstate. She loved the feel of the air in her hair. Oh this would be so nice to enjoy on a daily basis, she thought, and then remembered she was leaving in three days. Being on the bike had actually made her forget about Paris for a bit.

  “Hey I have something to tell you.” Sally yelled to Johnny.

  “What I can’t hear you?” Johnny said. He pulled the bike back into the driveway.

  “I’m leaving in 3 days for Paris.” Sally said.

  She saw his face fall quickly, and then he recovered slightly. “That’s great. I wish we could have hung out more before you left. If I would have known I would take a few days off. But honestly, today is the only day I have off for the next week.” Johnny said.

  Sally wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or not, she felt anger under the surface. “Yeah, well we can always talk online if you want.” She offered.

  “I don’t know, maybe, we’ll see.” He said.

  She was confused by his behavior. She had always been used to the boy who was swearing his love for her. This Johnny was different, he hadn’t said anything once about how he felt about her.

  “Okay well, I need to do a few things for my mom and I have to work early in the morning. I’m sorry I don’t have more time to spend with you before you go.” Johnny said and gave her a hug.

  “Yeah, okay. The bike is really cool, I like it a lot. You’ve changed somehow too, I’m not sure how, but you have.” Sally said and watched as he left her standing there and went inside his house.

  She was so confused as she walked back to her house at his behavior. The last three days she was in town Johnny was in her mind more than he ever had been. She almost wished that she hadn’t bought the ticket yet and could find out more about how much he had changed.

  As she was boarding the plane to go to Paris her thoughts were of Johnny and her parents. She had watched him go off to work that day as they were leaving. He had barely looked over at her and waved. He had to remember she was leaving, did he not care anymore. Sally felt sad that she had lost the one person who seemed to care for her so much. Well besides her parents, but in another way that they couldn’t offer.

  She fell asleep on the plane and hoped that Paris was everything she hoped it would be and more. Her dreams were filled with a vision of Johnny riding his bike and picking her up at the airport.

  Waking up she realized it was almost time to land in Paris. Any thoughts of her old life were quickly replaced by a sudden wonder and excitement of another country.

  She walked off the plane and into the airport. The hotel had sent a representative to pick her up. She wasn’t sure why, but it had been a nice addition for a traveler who had no idea where to go.

  “Excuse me, I’m Sally Leach, you are waiting for me?” She walked up to a young man who had been holding a sign with her name on it.

  “Oh yes mademoiselle, I am Pierre from the hotel. I hope your flight was good. We can get your bags and I’ll take you to the hotel.” He said, his French accent thick. He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. His lips lingered on her hand just a little too long. But he looked at her like it was a challenge.

  Sally looked at him, he had dark black hair and this look about him that made her forget everything. I think I’m going to like Paris a lot, she thought.

  THE END

  HIS JUSTICE

  BOOK – 2

  Chapter 1

  Oh yes mademoiselle, I am Pierre from the hotel.
I hope your flight was good. We can get your bags and I’ll take you to the hotel.” He said, his French accent thick. He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. His lips lingered on her hand just a little too long. But he looked at her like it was a challenge.

  Sally looked at him, he had dark black hair and this look about him that made her forget everything. I think I’m going to like Paris a lot, she thought.

  “You are very beautiful.” Pierre said to her as they walked to the car. “I’ve always heard American girls were pretty, but could never image someone quite like you, even in my wildest dreams!” He added.

  She turned bright red at his compliments. “I’m sure there are many pretty girls in Paris.” She finally said.

  “Not as beautiful as you are Ms. Sally.” He said.

  “You can just call me Sally.” She told him.

  “Okay Sally, you are really something else. I would like to offer to show you around Paris. I’ve lived here all my life and know many things that most tourists would never see.” He stated.

  “That sounds nice.” Sally answered.

  She gazed over at Pierre, he was what she had always pictured for a Frenchman. He had a slanted nose that was a bit large, but honestly on his face looked amazing. He had a little bit of a mustache, and his skin was a golden bronze tone. Sally could feel herself becoming more attracted to him by the second. Any homesickness she had felt along the trip was quickly disappearing as she looked at him more and more. Yet there was the memory of her one afternoon with Johnny, she couldn’t get it out of her mind completely.

  “Great, how about we start in a couple of hours. Or we can wait until tomorrow if your too tired from your flight.” He said.

  “Well I just need to drop off my bags, but after that I can go now. I slept the whole flight almost, so I have plenty of energy.” She smiled.

  Sally hadn’t flirted with many men in her past, but she was trying to flirt with Pierre. He had these emerald green eyes that were beautiful. She was here now, and Johnny, well he hadn’t even said anything about what took place between them.

  “Great, I would be honored to show you Paris, Mon amour.” He kissed her hand once more, again he lingered longer than normal. She didn’t stop him though, the truth was she liked the distraction from her old life.

  This was her new life now, Paris, and maybe Pierre. Sally thought about him as she walked to her room. Then she flashed back to Johnny and his bike. At least when she had been around Pierre he had made her think of something besides her neighbor and that amazing sex they had before she left.

  “Maybe I’ll try to contact Johnny really quickly, and see how he’s doing?” Sally thought out loud as she placed her bags on the bed.

  There was a knock on her door, so she went to answer it.

  “Oh hi Pierre.” Sally smiled. It was those eyes of his that had her mesmerized.

  “Are you ready?” He asked.

  “Yeah, but let me send a quick message to a friend back home.” Sally stated. She picked up her phone and typed in a quick message to Johnny.

  Hey Johnny, I just got into Paris, hope you are doing well. How is the job going? I wish I could of rode on the Harley once more before coming over here. Write when you get a chance.

  Sally

  She looked at it and thought it was fine. But part of her wondered why she wanted to write to him so much. It was true that her feelings towards him were quite confusing. Now she was here in Paris though, and she had a chance to live her dream. Sally had to try and put Johnny out of her mind, but maybe she could still talk to him.

  Sometimes they said that absence makes the heart grow fonder, she thought. Was that what was going on with Johnny and her? Sally had never thought of him in any other way besides the geeky gamer next door, until just a few days before she left, that was.

  “Okay I’m ready.” She said turning towards Pierre, thankful for the distraction of his eyes and behavior.

  “I like your hair down too.” Pierre commented.

  She had taken it down when she had come into the room. “Thank you.” She said as she ran her fingers through her long blonde locks.

  “Mon Cheri, that is beautiful when you do that, but please don’t tempt me by doing it a lot. I might have to kiss you and declare my every dying love for you.” Pierre stated.

  She looked at him to see if he was serious. “Oh stop, you can’t love me you don’t even know me!” She laughed.

  “Tu es belle, you are beautiful.” Pierre said.

  Sally just shook her head. Maybe she had made the wrong choice by agreeing for him to show her around. But part of her enjoyed the flattery and the wonderful words.

  “Alright, so where are we going today?” Sally asked.

  “I’m going to take you to one of the most beautiful gardens in town, Bois de Vincennes. It has beautiful roses and other flowers in it, though they will never compare the beauty that is you.” Pierre added.

  “Are you going to hit on me all day long?” Sally questioned.

  “Only until you agree to have dinner with me tonight.” He stated.

  “Fine if it will stop you I’ll have dinner with you tonight.” She said.

  “Great, do you have a nice dress, we’ll go to Le Meurice.” He said.

  “Is it good?” She asked.

  “Oh it’s the best food you can find in town. Well one of the best easily, there are several, but perhaps we can try them all while you are here!” Pierre stated.

  She couldn’t help but wish it was Johnny who was here with her to see this. Sally snapped her mind quiet quickly. What was this constant thinking of Johnny? It was simply getting out of hand. It was just sex the one time; clearly it had just been that to him. If it would have been more he would have surely said something to her.

  “I think that would be nice.” She replied. I have to get him out of my mind one way or another, she thought with resolve. I’m in Paris and he’s in Nebraska, I’m not going back without accomplishing part of my dream, if not all of it.

  “Great, let’s go to the garden.” He opened the door for her and they walked out of the room. “You’ll love this park if you like flowers.” He stated.

  “I love flowers!” Sally commented.

  He smiled, “Then you’ll love this park for sure. There are other’s we can see while you here. How long will you be staying in Paris?” He asked.

  “I’m studying fashion design. So I’ll be here at least a year or more.” She said.

  “Oh that’s a long time. Maybe I’ll be able to convince you to marry me in this year!” He laughed.

  She simply looked at him to try and decide if he was serious. She had always heard the stereotypes about Frenchmen being lovers, but was it really true. She thought she could see clearly why this stereotype had come about.

  “There’s the park.” He said and pointed out the car to her right.

  “Oh wow, it’s already so beautiful from here.” Sally said as she looked out over the landscape she could see. There were flowers of all colors, and a whole bunch of trees. “Are we going to walk around?” She asked him.

  “But of course Mon Cheri.” He commented. “What kind of tour guide would I be to just drive you by the park and not go into it?” He added.

  Sally laughed. “Not a very good one!”

  “No not at all. Plus I get to show you off. All the people will be jealous because of the American beauty I have on my arm.” He smiled wickedly.

  “I thought you were going to stop that once I agreed to go out to dinner with you?” She asked.

  “So I lied a little bit. I don’t think I could ever stop telling you how beautiful you are.” He laughed.

  “Yeah I had a feeling about that.” She admitted.

  “Please forgive me if I seem too forward. I don’t know how American men are, but I can tell you how we French are. If we see something we want, we’ll go after it. I’m not going to lie to you Sally, I want you.” He said bluntly.

  She was shocked by his
direct honesty and wasn’t sure how to respond right away. It hurt her mind to try and figure out why he would be so interested in her in the first place. As far as she was concerned she was a simple girl from Nebraska. She had big dreams sure of one day everyone knowing her, but right now she was just a simple nobody. Why would this sexy speaking Frenchman want her?

  “I just don’t know how to take you.” She finally stated.

  “I know it’s hard to understand dealing with someone who speaks his mind. But you’ll find that I’m that sort. If I don’t like something I will tell you, and the same goes for when I really like something. Like you Mon Cheri.” He stared into her eyes.