My Love Journey's
Fly to Russia

From: Travis: Sorry, I didn't have time to say this yesterday at the hospital, but I hope your trip was fun!

To: Travis: Thank you!

I still can't believe I'm in this place right now, on a luxury jet that deserves to be called a private lounge, where bottles of fantastic precious drinks and various snacks of the rich are sitting on the table. It was just me, Valerie, and Red who sat filling the cabin on our flight to Russia.

Last night, the German national team won against Croatia, which means their next game will be against Portugal or France, it will only be known after the two countries' national team matches end later tonight. According to Paul, most likely France will win.

"Uuh, I must be drunk once we land." Red sighed as a flight attendant filled her glass with champagne.

"Don't worry, I'll accompany you." I said with a smile. "Is it really like this to be in a relationship with a famous soccer player? I mean, this is kind of overkill, isn't it?"

"This is rare. The World Cup was a moment of exclusion, especially after the German team advanced to the final." Valerie explained. "I'm not sure their coach would be kind enough to provide for us during the match in the preliminary round, but I think now he needs something to beat the spirit of his players."

"Do you think we can win?" my many.

"He, of course!" red exclaimed fieryly, sipping champagne. "That's all I have in mind."

"Hm, Paul was a bit depressed thinking they were going to face the French" I muttered to the two of them. "What if Germany loses?"

"We're still getting second place." Valerie spoke with a smile. "I knew they would be disappointed, it happened at the previous World Cup."

"Oh. In that case, we need to maximize our 'ability' to encourage them, just think of it as an expression of love of the country." I said, grinning mischievously while winking.

Red laughed while Valerie shook her head while chuckling softly. Then suddenly my phone rang on the leather sofa beside me. Phone call from Paul. "Can I pick up a second?" ask them to shake the phone and put down my glass.

"Yes, please." replied Red.

I stood up and stepped into the back of the cabin, where there was a room there. "Hey," I smiled as I greeted Paul and sat on the edge of the bed. Really, I miss him a lot.

"Hi, love. You guys are leaving?"

"Yes. It's crazy, Paul. I've never been treated like this in a lifetime."

I've been through so many new things since I got to know Paul. A small part of me likes it, but a larger part makes me feel unworthy. I like Paul not because of the money or material luxury he has, my feelings are purely on him.

Paul chuckles. "I hope you enjoy your journey, love."

"of course. You know, the champagne here is amazing..."

"Oh, really?" I imagine she's grinning happily now. "You're not drunk, are you?"

"Absolutely not. Just a little bit of a whim." I said admit. "I'll be sober as soon as we land."

"How long is your flight?" ask Paul.

"About an hour. Did you pick me up?"

"No, I'm sorry, love." the snoring was smooth. "I have to practice. But, I thought I was done by the time you got to the hotel. Alfred's gonna pick you up."

"Okay."

Paul is beating. "I was just about to have breakfast and call you for a minute to make sure you actually came."

My mouth is high. "You sound so excited. Can't wait to see me, huh?" my mummy flirtatious teasing him.

Paul chuckles. "You don't know how much I miss you, Rapunzel. Enjoy your flight."

"Thank you."

***

Laughing giggling, Red, Valerie, and I went down the jet stairs and walked over the runway. Three black mini vans were waiting for us there, and I immediately recognized Alfred standing next to one of them.

I returned his smile. "Good morning. It's good to see you again."

"Me too." he said in a cheerful tone.

I was chatting with Alfred all the way to the hotel where the players were staying. He told me some of the places we were passing by while my mind started to run everywhere.

No doubt, I've fallen in love with Paul, and it scares me. I've never been in love with someone this hard. The word 'love' is something strong, I want to say it to Paul immediately and hopefully he feels the same way.

"We're here, Miss. Mr. personal bodyguard. Klug will take you to his room." Alfred announced as soon as the car he was driving stopped in the underground parking area, where I saw a man whose face was quite familiar. I'm sure he's the guy I saw at the airport when I drove Paul.

Alfred helped me drop off my little suitcase and handed it to the man, whom I later found out was Pablo. I also realized that Pablo was one of the security guards who led me to the stadium when I watched Paul's training session with Valerie and Red for the first time.

Pablo was not very friendly, so after Alfred left us, I followed his steps towards the elevator calmly.

"You're cool in that suit." I muttered, trying to break the silence.

He looked over with a flat look. "Thank you."

"Have you ever been shot?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh, I mean, you work as a bodyguard, who knows you've been stuck in a situation..."

"No." he flew away as fast as lightning, then returned to throw his gaze forward.

His posture is very high and large, clearly able to give an advantage in the field of work. "Have you ever seen the movie Bodyguard?" my question, smile at him.

Pablo glanced at a glance through the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry?"

"You know..." I chuckled holding back the amused, then started singing. "And I. will always.... love you..."

His gaze did not budge in the slightest from the closed elevator door, but I could see a thin line of smiles appearing at the corner of his lips. "Yes, I've seen it. We are not allowed to chat privately with clients" he said, his hoarse voice echoing in the elevator.

"It's romantic, isn't it? The film? Whitney Houston was really awesome there." I smiled at the scene in the movie.

"Not one of my favorite movies."

"Then what's your favorite movie?" I asked again, just then the elevator slowed down followed by a 'ting' sound, then the door slowly opened.

"It's over" he said a little bit curiously before stepping up with my suitcase.

I hummed slowly and followed him. We walked across a corridor large enough to stand in front of the door of the last room. Pablo took out an access card from his pants pocket and opened the door. "Please, Miss." I grabbed the handle of the suitcase from his hand, smiled and thanked him.

Slowly, I closed the door behind me. The corridor outside was really luxurious, but not quite when compared to the view of his room. The Russians clearly know the aesthetic of the awesome room design.

"Paul?" call me, slow down while pulling my suitcase. Looking at Paul's amazingly beautiful and spacious hotel room, I couldn't even guess how much money the country spent to pay for this hotel. That does not include any other accommodations.

Wait, is he here? I guess...

"Bianka?" I jumped up and screamed in surprise at the sudden sound of his voice from behind me. I turned, and at once my heart was filled with relief as soon as I saw his face. He was just wearing a towel wrapped around his hips.

"Oh my goodness, Paul! You're scaring me." I laughed while shaking my head.

One flirtatious smile was drawn at the corner of her lips while her eyes were fixedly staring at me. I was stunned at his charm. "Didn't you want to hug me?" he asked, opening both hands wide.

Immediately, I took my hand off the suitcase and approached her. I cupped her face, kissed her lips greedily until it felt like my heart was going to explode right now. Paul smiled before returning my kiss and pulled my hip to stick to it.

It didn't take long until our passion was called out to the fullest, the activity became even more wild as I squeezed Paul's still-wet hair gently, it made me throb even more tormented when I heard a snarl held in his mouth. Paul pulled the blouse I was wearing, stopped our kisses temporarily to release the blouse and threw it in any direction.

Then I kissed him again.