Kane's Pov
"Welcome to Paris, you may exit the plane" a friendly female voice comes over the speaker and I look to my overly excited angel and chuckle. She's so fucking perfect.
"Ready baby?" She asks as I just watch her and smile.
"Yeah, my bad" I tell her and unbuckle my belt before standing and grabbing out our bags from above and taking Cleo's hand leading her off the plane.
We find our luggage easily with the purple ribbon tied around the handle that my angel insisted on and it helped me, I won't lie.
I wall off to the side with the cases and pull my phone out hitting call on the number I was provided with for my personal driver whilst here.
"Bonjour, Pierre" I hear a thick French accent come through the line.
"Bonjour, Kane Cross" I tell him and he chuckles.
"Oh yes, I appreciate the French sir, I'm at Orly airport, white Mercedes-Benz, you won't miss it" he says and chuckles.
