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“Seriously Tonia, you know this is a work trip.” “Hotel pools exist,” she countered, pulling out a sleek one-piece. “Take this, you never know.” After a moment, I gave in. “Fine, just in case.” From the same drawer, she found a black lace lingerie set and tossed it at me with a mischievous grin. “And this.” I caught it mid-air. “Tonia!! “What, It’s Paris. City of lights, wine, and questionable decisions. She winks at me, “You never know what those three nights might bring.”

"Hey Bell! I’ve missed you. Guess what—I’ve made two new friends already." "Ooh! Tell me everything." "Well, first, there’s Zanele. She’s from Johannesburg—absolutely amazing. And then… there was this chocolatier who gave me a tour of Paris." I could almost hear the mischief in her voice. "Ooooh, a chocolatier? I told you about Parisian men, didn’t I? Did you… have a little taste?" I snorted. "Bell, please." Bella gave a short laugh, but there was a strange tightness in it.

The answers he received were not much different. The surroundings are safe. There isn't anything suspicious. Because of that, Theo then made a decision. "Why don't you take a walk after this, ma'am?" Theo made an offer with a smile. "You can look around casually while killing time. After all, tomorrow, we will leave Paris for our onward flight to Belarus." Elisha didn't take too long to agree. After all, this is Paris! She couldn't possibly waste the opportunity to enjoy this city, known as the most romantic place, to stay in a hotel room, right?

She thought it was just a simple tower, but on the first floor, there are gift shops, cafeterias, brasserie restaurants, and so on. “My foot hurts,” Meredith complained when they arrived at the hotel where they were staying in France. They sat and rest on the sofa. They even walked around the Street Art of Butte Aux Cailles where you can see the various works of Miss Tic who is called the Queen of Parisian who also lives in that area. “Hey! What are you doing?” she asked as he casually sat down on the floor, took both of his feet and placed them on his left thigh then removed his shoes one by one.

But Jordyn gently reminded me that the whole reason we were in Paris was to find a store for Hot House Flower. “Right,” I said. I guess I just kept getting sidetracked with all the wonderful things Paris had to offer. “We really should get going,” I said to Jordyn. He looked ridiculous in a French beret he’d bought yesterday from a street side vendor and a red scarf wrapped around his neck. I, on the other hand, had stumbled upon the most glorious silk shift dress I’d ever seen. I’d bought it immediately without even looking at the price. Who cared what it cost? It was a real, Parisian dress.

I laughed. “Yes! I know so many of them. Private ones. And guess what? None of them are owned by Kieran so you don't have to be scared. You should mark your scent on a guy's bed.” I laughed harder. “Lana!” “I’m serious. You are in Paris. You can’t just stay in the hotel.” “I really have to go,” I said, smiling. “Okay, okay. But remember something.” “What?” “Paris is about love and sex. Don’t waste a single second.”

ITALY "Sir I got a call from our French business branch. The manager informed that Paris Pearls, the biggest fashion house of France are hosting their fashion week and they have invited the top businessmen from all around the world, we are one of them." Carl informed Benjamin who was checking the revenue files of their legal business.

A few hours later, I parked myself in my hotel’s restaurant, enjoying a schnitzel for dinner. With meat this good, I was starting to see why my mate might like this city. I multi-tasked, scrolling through Berlin property listings within a mile radius of Cherry’s as I ate. My phone on the table vibrated, my Beta’s name popping up on the screen. “Bert?” I answered. “So, her suitor’s name is Carl Jacobs. He’s human, thirty-one years old, and lives in Wedding, in the Mitte District of Berlin. He’s a property lawyer and works for DLL Partners.”

I decided to call my friends. "Hey Ricky." "Hey Clyde, what's up?" "I'm in LA, wanna meet up?" "Yeah sure, how about lunch? Lucky you, I'm with Pierre now." Ricky and Pierre are my best friends in LA. We all went to the same highschool before I moved to New York to live up my dreams. "I'll see you at In and Out." "Cool, I'll see you there." He ended the call and at the same time, Beverly walked out from the bathroom. She wore a white tank top and top it with a checkered blouse. She wore a black short. I'm a man for god sakes.

There was nothing wrong with that. There is no single word that I could give to describe PARIS. If I could be turned on by a single structure, a single club, this would be it. The building stuck out like a sore thumb, being tall and sleek. A masterpiece in the center of destruction. PARIS wasn’t the only place being revamped around here, but it would be the first. In a few years downtown Berkely won't even be recognizable.