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I guided her to the stairs and went to the second and then the third floor. My primary bedroom had double doors, taking up the back part of the top floor, a space where an entire apartment had sat before I’d renovated the whole building.When we walked inside, the curtains to the windows were still parted, showing the Eiffel Tower lit up like a Christmas tree, the bank on the other side of the Seine illuminated by the lampposts.In her heavy coat, she stared at the Eiffel Tower as if she’d never seen it before, her eyes reflecting the lights that shimmered from the base to the top.I watched her appreciate something the rest of the French had forgotten, a historic landmark with eternal beauty. I got lost in my stare, savoring the way the light brought a distinct glow to her face. She didn’t inspect my chambers or care about their luxury. All she cared about was the view.“I can’t see it from my apartment,” she explained. “Just the rotating searchlight when it hits the other buildings.
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“Fuck, woman.” I moved on top of her, and her thighs immediately opened to let me in. The insides of her knees gripped my torso and squeezed, and my dick found her slickness like it was locked on a target. I pushed through her entrance and sank in a single motion, flooded with enough arousal to fill the entire Seine. “Jesus…” I dug my fingers into her hair and fisted it.She cupped my face and breathed against my lips, writhing and whimpering, her other hand hooked over the back of my shoulders. She released the deepest sigh of pleasure, packed with emotion, like my dick was the only thing that would bring her satisfaction. Then she said my name in the sexiest way, as a desperate sigh, the kind that made bumps appear on my arms and tightened my spine. “Bastien…”I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes briefly, because damn, how was I supposed to last like this? When this fiery woman begged me, whispered my name over and over, dug her nails into my flesh like she’d never let me go. Eve
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When I woke up a second time, she was still there.Good.I tapped the screen of my phone on the nightstand to see the time. It was twelve-thirty. I looked at her, seeing her dead asleep with the sheets to her shoulder, the white pillows covered in marks from her makeup, her hair a mess from the way I’d used the strands like reins to a horse.I texted Gerard, my head of staff. Prepare breakfast for two on the balcony.His response was immediate. Of course, sir.I set the phone on the nightstand then moved to the double doors that sectioned off the bedroom from the rest of my chambers. I closed them, so when Gerard delivered breakfast, he wouldn’t be able to see the two of us in bed.She didn’t stir.I left the bed, put on my sweatpants, tossed a shirt on the bed for her to wear when she woke up, and stepped into the other room where my laptop was on the desk in the sitting room. I opened it and did some work, checked some emails.Thirty minutes later, Gerard let himself inside, and wit
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She broke contact and drank her coffee. The silence trickled by as she did her best to act like that part of the conversation had never happened. “I’m not sure what direction my life is going. I don’t have an education and only have a little work experience. Most people are passionate about something. But to be honest, I’m not passionate about anything.”“All I’ve seen from you is passion.”Her eyes came back to me.“You’re passionate about this city. You’re passionate about food. And you’re very passionate in bed.”Her eyes dropped down to her coffee like she didn’t want to face the truth, that she was a vixen in bed who clawed my back until I bled. It seemed to bring her a heavy sense of shame.“Why does that bother you?”“What?”“The way you fuck me.”“It doesn’t bother me,” she said quietly. “I just…feel guilty about it.”“Why the fuck would you feel guilty about that?” Her husband had ended their marriage the moment he betrayed her. She owed him nothing—not a damn thing.“I know
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Days passed, and the numbness in my veins continued to spread. Rejecting Adrien over and over had taken its toll. Even though I’d moved out because of his treason, I had been in shock for weeks. I’d sat by the window and cried my heart out. Sometimes I’d wondered if Cecilia was lying because she had an ulterior motive, but Adrien confirmed his infidelity, so it was true. The last person I’d expected to hurt me had hurt me the most.And then I moved into the next stage of grief—anger.It was easier to be angry than to actually feel the sting of his deceit. It was easier to hate him than to think about how good it felt for him to fuck her and think he got away with it. It was easier to be angry than to accept that my marriage had only lasted three years before it went to shit. It was easier to be pissed as hell than to admit that I really loved him…and that was why it hurt so much.I was on the couch watching the rain hit the windows when my phone vibrated with a text. Adrien hadn’t con
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My eyes flicked away, realizing he was right, that I was more concerned with everyone else. “What you said about trust being like broken glass, it’s really stuck with me. No matter how many times I sweep, I still step on shards that I missed.”His eyes burned into my cheek, steady and true.“What do you think?” I turned back to him.He smirked. “You can’t trust my opinion, not when it’s so biased.”“Why is it biased?” I asked.He cocked his head slightly, his eyebrows furrowing in a form of confusion. He propped his closed knuckles against his temple as he continued to look at me, giving me a long and hard stare. “Because I want you.”My eyes immediately dropped to shut out the sincerity of his stare. He’d told me he wasn’t a one-woman kind of guy, that he stuck his dick in lots of places so he wouldn’t settle down. I assumed that was still true, even now. But I felt doubts.“Look at me.”My eyes lifted to his again.“I already gave my opinion on this. All a man has in this world is h
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“Maybe.” But I hadn’t heard from her. I didn’t want to pressure her or persuade her in any way. I’d given my information to one of the guys who was watching the apartment, but her pussy of a husband hadn’t contacted me. Once he figured out who I was, he probably realized we weren’t in the same league.“You like her or something?”After we fucked on that first night, I didn’t expect to see her again. All I had to do was walk out, and that would have been the end of it. But something made me put my number in her phone, something I’d never done before. “Yeah…I do.”Once Luca realized this conversation was serious, he stopped the bullshit and straightened. Now, he didn’t say anything at all, waiting for me to explain the situation.“I don’t know, man. I can’t explain it.” I could explain it, the way we came together and set the room on fire, the way we turned into Adam and Eve, destined and created for each other. But that would require details I refused to share. “But yeah, I like her. A
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There was a lone table in the middle, the only one that was easily accessible and not pushed up against others. I made myself a drink at the bar then sat down. The street outside was a one-way road, and sometimes people passed the window. It was a cold evening, but I got warm as I walked, so I hardly ever wore a jacket, not unless it snowed.I sat there and drank my wine, listening to the chef yell at the staff because he yelled at everyone. He was a good cook, so I let him run his kitchen however the fuck he wanted. L’Ami Jean was an old establishment, one of the oldest restaurants in the city, even before the Second World War. I bought it because I wanted to keep it exactly the same forever. History and legacy were important to me—and not just because the blood of the nobility ran in my veins.Minutes later, my guest joined me, wearing a pea coat like a goddamn pussy. He barely looked at me before he took a seat across from me, dark hair and eyes, an ugly scar over his left eyebrow
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Chapter 6FleurIt’d been a couple days since Bastien had come by the apartment. I’d eaten the pancakes when he’d left, and they were just as good as the first time I’d had them on the terrace of his home along the Seine. But I hadn’t heard from him since, and I hadn’t heard from Adrien either. It was the first time I’d heard nothing from either of them.I went back to work at the bar, and Bastien didn’t show up for a drink. Adrien didn’t stop by to harass me either. My life became quiet and unremarkable. That forced me to experience the pain head on, to think about what I wanted to do.Try to save my marriage…or move on.I was in my apartment when Adrien texted me. Can we talk?I should appreciate how much space he’d given me this last week, even though I shouldn’t have to appreciate anything from him, not after what he’d done. Sure.I’ll be there in a minute.That meant he was outside my apartment, at one of the cafés downstairs, or sitting in the back of his driver’s car. Just when
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Chapter 8FleurI sat in the armchair in the office, the blinds behind the desk closed. A clock sat on one of the dressers, the ticking of it loud in the quiet space. The marriage counselor was already there, a woman in her sixties, someone who had enough life experience to handle a delicate situation like this. We talked about the weather for a while, and I looked at the small vase in the corner of her desk, fresh roses there like she’d picked them from her own garden.Adrien was late, which was ironic, considering he was punctual for every appointment. He actually got me here, and he hadn’t even shown up.A minute later, he walked inside and hurried to his seat. “I’m so sorry I’m late.” He turned to me, apologizing to me more than the therapist. His hand reached for mine on my lap. “I’m so glad you’re here⁠—”My hand immediately withdrew, like his touch was the plague.He stilled at my actions then retracted his hand.A pair of blue eyes flashed across my mind, eyes that were so pre
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