Shank. Wake up. Pounds on the cell door jolt me. Petitbœuf's voice, gravelly. I rub my eyes. Four-sixteen a.m. TV blares in the squad room. News flash. Clones rutting everywhere.…
Training ended early. I speed home to our penthouse atop the city's glittering skyline. Traffic flows smooth on this Friday. No office detour. In thirty minutes, surprise Nathalie before four…
I glided into the penthouse crowning the city's spire. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed horizons of neon pulse. A solid mass sprawled: elite bodies, petrified triangles of oiled skin, pressed horizon to…
Silk sheets whisper against my skin in our Brest penthouse, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the harbor's silver dawn. Arms stretched above my head on the plush pillow, I surrender to Thomas's…
The first time I saw her, I was in the private shuttle gliding along the coastal cliffs to the resort. Leather seats creaked softly under me. Exhausted from deal-closing dinners.…
The cold bite of winter slapped my face as I stormed from our penthouse overlooking the Venetian canals. Mardi Gras fever pulsed below, exclusive Carnevale for the elite—private floats, masked…
Frank's sudden death hit hard. I drove 400 kilometers to his Paris suburb funeral, crashing in a discreet hotel near the cemetery. Sleepless, memories of our wild nights flooded back—shared…
From my Paris penthouse, floor-to-ceiling windows frame the Eiffel Tower's glow. I sink into the Italian leather sofa, its cool touch kissing my bare thighs under the silk chemise. Champagne…
The private elevator hums to the penthouse floor. Doors slide open. Crystal chandeliers gleam. City lights sparkle beyond floor-to-ceiling glass walls. I deposit my coat. My black lace dress clings,…
I slipped into Maître Aristide Lamprois's sanctum, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. His notary office screamed old-world power: polished mahogany desk gleaming under chandelier light, leather armchair…