Prince Charming's one-night stand

Belle was awfully quiet when he helped her down his plush Porsche, and she was even quieter when he told her, "You are welcome to my humble abode."He wondered what went on in her pretty mind. Maybe she still harboured that fear. His sumptuous penthouse was not exactly humble, as it was indeed fancy, not a billion-euros-kind-of fancy, but the moderately-but-unbelievably fancy. In fact, it stood out in the neighbourhood, and if anyone didn't know Mario as the chronic alcoholic around, he was known as the sexiest man on the street, with the finest house being the icing on the cake."You are sweating." Belle cut him out of his silly daydreams again, staring at him with her huge green eyeballs. Mario touched his forehead and felt a pang of embarrassment, that quickly disappeared when she said, "Well, I'm a little hot too." He could swear she had a hint of smile playing on her lips, but he was not too sure. The dazzling orange-red lights at his entrance usually hid or altered facial

On his way to the Aubert's residence in Le Marais, just a three-hour drive from town, Mario tried to get his mind off things. But it was fucking hard. Every now and then, he would let his mind drift back to the brief meeting he had, with twenty two-year-old sexy Belle. He got smiles playing on his lips in all those moments, but the thoughts would not even stay for long. What was he thinking running from home to live by himself? He had thought that he would find peace, after years of living under his parents' control. Now that had even been manageable, as he could well take a vacation all the time they upset him. But not anymore, not after his mother canceled all his credit cards.And when Annette's parents started to join in, forcing him to obey his parents and marry their daughter, he had had to take a hike, away from all of them. "I hope Aurelia is safe." He thought to himself, despite it. He knew that even Annette's parents did not mean well for his family. He parked his c

It was already effing dark when Mario arrived at his apartment in Rue de la Folie. It had drizzled for a while, and his hair was damp when he went into the bathroom. "Oh Hey man!" It was Jack, and he was in a pair of shorts, with a vacuum cleaner in one hand, and vintage wine in another, like he owned the place. "Oh, Jack, you are back?" He said briefly, and snatched the bottle of wine from his hands. He downed a generous quantity and walked straight into the bathroom. "How did you not see me when you walked in?" Jack asked, helping him with his towel. "I was beginning to think you died somewhere and your ghost came back." He had a laugh threatening to jump out of his lips. "You are bathing without a towel too?" Mario sighed, and took it from him. "I just have a lot going on right now. Ce n'est pas drole." "Don't speak French to me, you know I'm an English man." He said, chuckling, "Well, what is going on with you man? You can tell me, yunno."but, Mario was already in the showe

Mario was dumbfounded when he got to Bianca's. Hers was a rather exquisite place. He was beside himself with unbelief when he followed her in, and settled on her plush sofa. "You like what you see?" She asked, laughing mischievously, "Wait until you see something better." She flung her shoes in the air and walked into the kitchen."Come here, Mario. I don't exactly know your favorite drink." Like a determined fool for Belle, he got up and answered the woman's call. There was a wet bar in there for serving drinks, and Mario gasped. Hers was a luxury home, almost as exquisite as his family home back in Le Marais. "Just what are you?" He asked, leaning on the wall by the door. "Simple. Just a woman who goes after what she wants." She started, pulling out all shades of alcohol. "That's what Belle is not." Mario ignored her last comment, and touches the bottles of drinks. "Why do you go to the bar when you have so many drinks in here?" Bianca was quiet. She asked him, with her eyes,

Jack was almost rounding a bend that led out of the apartment when he remembered that he must have burnt Belle's letter. "Fuck," He cussed. He used to think that the biggest problem anyone could have was being homeless and hungry, but now he realized money was not even everything. If you aren't homeless or hungry, you could still be facing some tough life issues that you can't talk about. His mind drifted briefly back to when he lost some money to a poker bet, quite a big amount of money, but nonchalant as he was, he came home acting like all was well, and lying to Mario about not being paid at work. Not that he didn't care about losing six thousand dollars, but he didn't like the idea of his only friend assuming him to be a total failure. "Fuck me. I am not even a good influence to him." He chuckled wryly, and totally unapologetic about the whole thing. Still, he wished he could do something to help his best friend. The only thing he knew Mario to like was women, but it was a fu