Chat Blanc X Marinette Novels & Stories

Marinette scrunches her nose and then nods and says, “Okay, thanks. Could you bring me Marigold?” The woman grabs the baby out of its bassinet, and I realize that’s where the blueberry scent is coming from. Marinette smiles as she holds the baby in her arms and the woman dismisses herself. Marinette glances at me and says, “So… Chase Croft.” The way she says my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. She looks me up and down and says, “That name sounds familiar, have I met you before?”

"I extend a warm welcome to all of you. I would now request our honourable chief guest Mr.Etienne Martin to please come on stage and enlighten the event with his auspicious presence." When Etienne stepped into the stage,the words got caught in my throat.He was looking devilishly handsome.Wearing a black suit with crisp white shirt and green tie matching his jade green eyes he was a sight for sore eyes.He cleared his throat and whispered "Cat got your tongue Ms.Taylor."Did he flirt with me?I blushed and immediately pulled myself out of trance and presented him the bouquet.Bullshit! Why the hell a billionaire bachelor flirt with a nobody like me?Isn't the leggy blonde enough for him?

My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend, had dumped me less than twelve hours ago, and here I was getting off to the idea of some mysterious guy who probably pitied me. A loud knock on my bedroom door made me jolt. “Sole? Babe, you alive in there?” Marinette’s voice, bright and bossy as always. “I brought coffee and rage. Open up before I use my spare key.” “Shit,” I muttered. I quickly shoved the toy back in the drawer, yanked my panties up, and pulled my shirt down. “Coming!” Marinette burst in the second I opened the door, her curly hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing workout leggings and a sports bra like she’d already conquered the day. She took one look at my flushed face and messy hair and smirke

“I have nothing to say to you.” Xavier didn’t respond to my refusal, but I could feel his frustration simmering just below the surface. Kate shifted uncomfortably, clearly sensing the shift in the atmosphere. Aveline cleared her throat, trying to salvage the mood. “you were telling me about that new mint-ginger?” “About that..” Kate said, waving her hand dramatically, “the last time I tried to introduce that mint-ginger concoction to Dmitri, he looked at me like I was offering him poison.”

He knew better than to overtly express his interest this early in the night, however. Especially to a woman who definitely ain't the type for one-night stands. So he turned to the blonde-haired woman and reached his hand out. "The name's Xavier. Call me Xav. What about you guys?" "I'm Brittany. This 'acoustic' girl is Tanya." She shook his hand before gesturing to her friend. Xavier naturally offered his hand to shake again, only this time to the brunette. Tanya stared at the extended hand for a bit before shaking it. He had rough hands, she noticed. On his wrist was a genuine Patek Philippe. Which generation exactly, she didn't know. She only recognized it because she's worked with a few pi

I reached for it with a groan and looked at the screen. It was a French number. I answered. “Lucien Beaumont.” A woman’s voice greeted me in French before switching to English. “Good evening, Mr. Beaumont. My name is Camille. I’m calling from Cheval Blanc Courchevel regarding a reservation made by Miss Elara Whitmore.” I sat up. “Elara Whitmore?” “Yes, sir. We’ve been trying to reach her, but we haven’t been able to get through. Your number was listed as her emergency contact.”

I shook my head at Marie and fake a smile, “I accepted to be his girlfriend to get closer to him and hopefully find out more about Blanc group” “The company belonged to his mother” Marie said confidently and shook her head, “I don’t understand the connection here. Blanc group is a fashion design company. A brand famous for dressing up celebrities for events and fashion shows” “What else do you know about it?” it was getting more interesting. I hope Marie could help me connect the dots to find the answer on who the woman who called the assassins to kill me.

Halle retorted and leaned in again to capture his lips between her teeth. In that moment of bliss, the kitchen door swung open, and Martha walked in, her graceful energy oozing off her as usual. She was wearing a white dress that hugged her curves and reached her ankles, pairing it up with blood-red heels that looked so fucking fantastic! She wore a knowing smile as she observed Halle and Xavier, her eyes twinkling with warmth. “Buona sera, Ragazzi!” Martha greeted them, her voice filled with affection. Halle and Xavier exchanged glances, momentarily interrupted from their intimate moment. They both managed a smile, curious about Martha’s sudden appearance.

“Hey, how about we see each other this weekend?” His reply comes almost immediately. “Yeah, sure. I'll pick you up tomorrow. What's your address?” I text him the address and delete the messages. Marinette returns back with a small smile on her face. “I can't believe Gwen's already sleeping,” she chuckles, picking up her phone to shove it in her pocket. “I'm heading upstairs, too. Goodnight, Ethan.” “Night, Marinette.” I smile back.

Inside, another man sat waiting. He was tall and wore a sharp suit. Some sharks thought Chad. The room smelled like whiskey and lingering sex. Chad immediately decided he didn’t like the guy. “This is my lawyer,” Ethan said. “Vincent.” Vincent nodded politely. “What’s happened with Marisol? I haven’t seen her for a couple of days now.” Ethan spoke directly. Chad didn’t waste time. “I’ll get straight to the point. Do you have a barmaid here who goes by the name Remy?”