Chapter 58 - Couple in Paris.

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Btw, if you get the joke about the title then good job.

Anyway, enjoy. Toodaloo Bitches.

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Rick and Morty

Morty's Villa

Saturday

3:00 Pm.

Cortana returned back home to help manage the Villa when he was not around while Morty drove through the city stopping by a flower shop where he bought some flowers to give to Pamela.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at her apartment where he texted her waiting for her to come down while he looked at his expensive Rolex that he bought while he was looking around.

"Ah, sorry for keeping you waiting."

Pamela came out of her apartment dressed in a rather casual outfit consisting of a pair of well-fitted jeans, offering a balance of comfort and style.

She could pair these with a soft, simple, chic ankara top in a subtle pattern of florals. For footwear, she wore stylish yet comfortable ballet flats. Around her neck were delicate necklaces and earrings along with a versatile crossbody bag. He noticed she kept her choker collar.

Her hair remained the same and in Morty's eyes it was already perfect the way it is. Pamela lips were more noticeable having used a more rosy lipstick.

"If I have to wait for an eternity to see your beauty then it's worth it."

Morty commented with a light chuckle walking over to her and handing the flowers. Pamela smiled seeing the flowers and hearing his compliment.

"Ah, thank you, Handsome. You also looked ravishing."

Morty changed his clothes, turning it into a white inner shirt with pale yellow buttoned up shirt that he rolled the sleeves and slacks with leather shoes. He had shade instead of his classes.

"Ladies first." Morty opened the door for her while Pamela didn't expect him to drive a hypercar especially the Family car hypercar that Morty has.

"When did you get your driver's license?" Pamela recalled he was minor and shouldn't be allowed to drive.

"I cheated the system. But don't worry, I'm a responsible driver." Morty said, giving a reassuring smile as Pamela trusted him knowing he wouldn't do anything to harm her and their child.

"I trust you. I'm looking forward to what you prepared for today." Pamela said with a beautiful smile.

"Too bad I can't tell you, it will ruin the surprise." Morty said as she took the front passenger seat and he went to the other side to ride.

After putting on the seatbelt, he started the engines that roared before driving through the city that instantly distorted reappearing into Paris. Pamela was in awe upon seeing the outside of the iconic place in Paris.

"It's a lot more beautiful than I thought." Pamela commented, mesmerized by the city.

"But nothing beats the view I'm seeing." Morty said and she turned to him smiling.

"How long have you been practicing to become this smooth?" Pamela does love being complimented like any other girl. Morty simply chuckled instead of answering.

"Ah, right, I was wondering but why have I been absent these days? Even if you are having a top score doesn't mean you should be absent." She is aware that he is rich but she feels her responsibility as his teacher to keep him in school not because he needs the education but rather needs it for socializing.

"Well, there's quite a lot of things that happened. First thing first, this car is something that I made that can turn into a space car and why we teleported here." Morty began explaining the things he had been up to. Pamela was taken aback by the stories.

"Let me get this straight, you went off world and managed to get yourself an alien fiance while also making an insanely advanced space car and expensive Villa. Not to mention successfully partnering with a company that will kickstart a new era of games?" Pamela said and Morty simply nodded.

"Then, if your game were released, wouldn't it negatively affect people's lives?" He knows a lot of people who would escape reality to simply have a better life.

"No worries, I made sure that won't happen and keep the game balanced. I ain't making a matrix type shit." Morty said and Pamela grabbed his ear pulling it but Morty didn't feel anything.

"Uhmm…what are you doing?" He asked, confused.

"Language, young man. I may like you doesn't mean I'll tolerate your bad behavior. Don't forget I am still your teacher and my responsibility still stands." Pamela said.

"Loud and clear. So can you stop pulling my ear? It doesn't hurt but you know." Morty said and she let go leaning back to her chair.

"Still, it's good you're thinking ahead rather than letting greedy and material things blind you." Pamela said.

"Ah, before I forget here." Morty handed her YK-10 phone, shocking her at how amazing the device was.

Eventually, Morty found a place to park and existed before taking a stroll through the streets of Paris.

As they strolled through the streets of Paris, Morty played the part of tour guide, pointing out famous landmarks and hidden gems alike. Pamela was captivated by the beauty of the city, and Morty couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he showed her around.

They stopped at Montmartre, where they climbed the steps to the Sacré-Cœur Basilica and took in the breathtaking view of the city below. Morty snapped a picture of Pamela with her hair tousled by the wind, the city spread out behind her like a painting.

Next, they wandered through the charming streets of Le Marais, stopping to sample pastries from a local bakery and browsing through quaint boutiques. Morty couldn't resist buying Pamela a small bouquet of flowers from a street vendor, and her smile made it worth every euro.

"How's our date so far?" Morty asked, having her armed wrapped around his.

"It's been great so far. The men I dated so far did bring me to wonderful places but it didn't have the spark between us." Pamela said enjoying his warmth more than men she dated. Her relationship with men weren't the best and regretted

"I'm flattered that I can ignite that spark." Morty said.

"Still, I wonder if you do the same thing as you do with me towards your other girls." Pamela wasn't bothered that much but still troubled by it.

"Not exactly, not every single girl is the same. They have different ways of wanting to receive affection. Like I've mentioned, Looma isn't a woman who wished to be like this and would rather fight things. She is simple minded." Morty said and Pamela somewhat understands what he is trying to say.

"Hmmm, I am curious when do I get the chance to meet the others?" Pamela said and Morty rubbed his chin for a bit.

"Not sure, but for now let's focus on each other. This is our date after all." Morty said and she smiled before they continued their date.

As the sun began to set, Morty led Pamela to the pièce de résistance of their evening: dinner at the Eiffel Tower. They ascended the iconic landmark as the city below twinkled with lights, and Morty couldn't tear his eyes away from Pamela, who looked more beautiful than ever in the soft glow of twilight.

"This is breathtaking….and I know what you're going to say." Pamela took a moment to look at the view before turning to Morty who was going to compliment her but he chuckled.

"I'm simply spitting facts." Morty said before the receptionist took them to their table where he gestured for Pamela to take a seat first.

Over dinner, they laughed and talked, lost in each other's company as they savored the delicious French cuisine. Morty couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy, so alive.

"You know, you can live in my villa instead of your apartment. It's not like I'll be using it often." Morty said and Pamela looked troubled.

"Wouldn't that mean I will meet your parents?" Pamela said anxious what her in-laws think of her.

"My mom and sister know what happened between us and they don't mind. Actually, it would be good if you three meet." Morty said thinking it would be the perfect opportunity to let them get along.

"That's a relief. Anyways, I'll think about it, I don't want to be seen as a gold digger." Pamela said.

"I won't force you if you don't want to. Take your time." Morty took a sip of the wine.

As they finished their meal, Morty took Pamela's hand and led her to the observation deck, where they gazed out at the city spread out before them. The lights of Paris danced below, casting a magical spell over the city.

With the Eiffel Tower as their backdrop, Morty pulled Pamela into his arms and kissed her, his heart soaring with joy. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around him as they lost themselves in the moment.

Afterwards, they made their way back to their hotel, their footsteps light with anticipation. Once inside their room, they didn't waste any time, their passion igniting like a flame as they came together in a frenzy of desire.

As they lay tangled in each other's arms, Morty knew that this night in Paris would be one he would never forget. And as he drifted off to sleep with Pamela in his arms, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them together.