Frédéric Arnault Dating History Novels & Stories

“You know I hired you five years ago to help watch Fred and everything about him, his paintings, his pet, everything.” “Yes ma’am, Fred broke up with Arianna and since then I don’t think he have any other woman in his life, even till now.” Demi groaned. “I am a woman in his life,” she took a breath in, “tell me about the new lady, she looks pretty endowed. Who’s she?” Amy smiled, revealing a set of sparkling teeth. “Do you mean Sloane,” she gave out a low laugh, “she’s nothing in this place and minds her business.”

"Very much so! I didn't imagine you to have a type like her." I raised a brow at Frederic. "What do you mean?" "Well, from what Marthe told us, your ex wife was completely different!" "She was forced onto me. I'm more into curvy women." Frederic grinned. "Oh, big breasts and ass, I see you little womanizer." He motioned curves with his hands, wriggling his brows at me. I rolled my eyes, laughing at him. He had a weakness for women. "Her personality is great", I smiled amused.

She did not go out much nor did she read any magazines, so she had never heard of any rumors related to Arnoult family. Natalie looked at her and said seriously, "Someone said that Frederick Arnoult has been secretly taking care of a mistress outside. And he even has a child." Natalie's tone became disdainful, as she spoke. "Everyone still thinks that Frederick is a devoted man. After the death of his wife, he has not married for so many years and there has never been any scandal. But now tsk tsk tsk…" At the end of her sentence, Natalie wrinkled her nose and clicked her tongue in distain.

“No problem son but when were you planning to tell me about the deal you had with Arnault?” “Mom, am I a kid that will start reporting details to you on things I do in my company?” “Don’t get things the wrong way, he is the husband to your ex-lover, better make sure it’s business,I don’t want you to end up jeopardising the whole thing all because of her.” “Goodnight mom.” I ended the call at once. *

At least Arnulfo pinned his body against hers as they rushed into the parlor so she could feel the tightness in his chef whites, a promise of what might come. A particular favorite was the cherry huller, which made for a fun nipple clamp in a pinch. She'd always loved that fruit, and now she had more reasons to associate it with debauched fun. Speaking of excess, however, today Arnulfo and she were marking their first anniversary. It had been his suggestion to dress up in fancy clothes like the evening they first met at the club where she sang. She'd long since hung up the flapper dress she wore that night, but she felt a few new purchases were in order. She had spent a laid-back morning in

The rose tattoo on her arm made Freya’s eyes widen. “Well, if it isn’t Freya King, the CEO of ADLEY & Co. What a pleasant surprise,” Antoine remarked. Sabine smirked and stared down at Freya, saying, “What brings you here, Miss King? Are you... lost?” “I—” Freya was still dumbfounded. Recalling Sabine’s conversation with her lover earlier that day. She realized that Sabine and Antoine were in an open marriage. And yet, they were marketing their relationship as a grand testament of love… just to sell jewelry!

Jasmine pursed her lips, snickered, and said, “Master Wade, you might not know of Bernard Arnault, but your wife should know of him.” “Is that so?” Charlie asked in confusion, “Why do you say that?” Jasmine smiled and said, “Because this person is the godfather of global luxury... Many of the top luxury brands in France are under his group’s name with the most famous one being Louis Vuitton, also commonly known as LV.”

“Ms. Stephanie of S. Beaumont Atelier and Mr. Arzhel of Theron Group are rumored to be dating?” I paused when I read it. There was also a picture of Stephanie and Arzhel. I sarcastically laughed. It was taken when we accidentally met them while Arzhel and I were having a business meeting. “Funny, there were four of us, and they really cropped and edited it in a way that it would look like they’re having a meeting,” I said and gently rolled my eyes. The media were really great liars sometimes. I kept scrolling. “Ms. Stephanie commented about the partnership of Mr. Arzhel and his ex-wife, Ms. Analia.”

Then a darker laugh. “Dare me,” Arnold replied. “You seem to forget—I can get as many beautiful virgins as I want to be my muse. She is replaceable. Don’t test me.” “She’s your niece, for crying out loud!” Fred exploded. “Do whatever you want with me, but as for Mrs. Ruth—you will never get her.” “Oh really?” Arnold said softly. “Let’s see how that goes. I know everything you’ve been doing behind my back. And trust me—it won’t be nice when the curtain finally falls, you are biting more than you can chew Fred.”

Jessica said. “It’s true that I am connected to that family, but it’s only by name. The arts don’t interest me much even though I’m an avid collector of priceless antiques. I made my billions in an entirely different field. “What field is that, if I may ask?” “Let’s talk about that another day,” Arnault replied. “Come to think of it. Why was a beautiful lady like you walking all alone at the time of the night on that day? Especially on a Halloween night.”