FIRST PERSON POVParis had always smelled like sin. Expensive perfume, fresh rain, and the quiet hum of secrets that never stayed buried. I should have known that coming here would ruin me.The city glittered beneath the soft haze of twilight when I arrived at the rooftop event for Maison Voltaire, the fashion house that had somehow made me their new muse. Cameras flashed like lightning, champagne flutes sparkled, and somewhere above it all stood him — Adrian Voltaire, the billionaire CEO whose name could silence a room.I had only seen him once before. A brief, charged meeting in his London office when I signed my contract. His reputation preceded him — ruthless, brilliant, terrifyingly beautiful. He had looked at me like a man dissecting art, sharp eyes catching flaws no one else dared to see.Now, as I stepped onto the marble terrace, his gaze found me again.Adrian stood near the balcony, suit black as midnight, tie undone, the city lights gilding his features. Every woman in the
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