Jean Claude Romand Novels & Stories

That's the rule, so the man have to sleep with someone in order to leave the hotel, unless the guy wants to live there forever. Darrem forgot that the lady wasn't aware of his role in this business. He has no plan on telling her anyway. If he would reveal to her that he was the CEO and founder of Casa Roma, he will lose the thrill of their meeting. He was Darrem Roma, the CEO and founder of Casa Roma. He was the youngest child of Chasy and Roy Roma, one of the richest businessman in America. Their family own Vianca Island, and many properties and land around the world. They also own T-RACE, a known shoe brand and Aromani Wine. His mother gave him the permission to manage the resort business

Today we were here for them to meet, so he could add to the information I'd already given him, and also to get her something until her Angel scent was made. "Jean Paul, this is my Angel. I told you what I wanted already, and I just wanted you to see the beauty you were making it for, give it that extra touch." "Of course, of course, Mr. Lyon, Ms." He studied her from head to toe as if measuring her for a suit, and taking notes on lord knows what, but all I know is that he's really good at this shit. We left with a couple different scents that I'd chosen for her, and our next stop was the Jeweler's.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

Worse, Clara appeared so comfortable around him, it's like her bright personality just shone through the surface. Raphael himself had known with Corentin through Barnett. Corentin Leclair was the son of Harvey Leclair, a major investor in oil and wood industry from France. What a bloody coincidence that Clara got associated with a man on his level on her first day out alone at Paris. What pissed Raphael even more was the clear flirtation on Corentin's part. He did not seem to notice Raphael's deadly glare at him, or maybe he did, he just ignored them. Couldn't he see she's with me?

Carla was a little embarrassed to throw questions into a meeting that hadn't even started yet. "Oh, of course, we understand that and we know you're also a journalist," Romina clarified. "Our press officer is a very competent young man, who is on his way at the moment, as he was visiting the castle today. His name is Brandon Hial."