Glass walls of my Toumignon turret suite framed the endless plateau. Desert winds whispered against tinted panes. Silk sheets shimmered on the king bed, cool to touch. Leather dragon harnesses…
My stone house nestles in four thousand square meters of private paradise, far from prying eyes. Verdant rhododendrons frame the magnolia's white blooms. A wrought-iron swing cradles me, cushions soft…
I glance in the penthouse mirror, late May heat shimmering beyond floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. My blue djellaba tunic, silk-lined with vibrant threads, drapes to the floor. Nothing…
Two months silent. Solo in a Casablanca suburb café. Selim's still snoring. Time to spill the week since we hit Morocco. But first, that ass pain—worst ever. Rewind to 1…
Our exclusive summer villa perches on a sun-drenched island off France, mere minutes from the mainland. Blue shutters frame ocean views. Teak loungers cradle my body under a cashmere throw.…
The old presbytery looms over Lake Geneva, its gray stone now gleaming under fresh limewash. We pull up in the hybrid BMW, tires crunching on white gravel. Stéphanie squeals, dashing…
It's 2 PM. Sun floods my penthouse salon through floor-to-ceiling glass. Paris sprawls below, a glittering empire. Leather sofas sigh under weight. Persian rugs swallow heels. Crystal decanters catch light.…
Stunned, I pushed open the travel agency's glass door across from our old building. My green suitcase dragged behind, two wheels scraping. The agent, sleek in a tailored suit, eyed…
Brest, New Year's Eve 1992. Twenty-two, living with a stunning but frigid girlfriend. Invited to an elite pre-dinner aperitif in a harborside penthouse owned by vague acquaintances. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed…
The elevator hums to the penthouse summit. Paris sprawls below, lights like diamonds on black velvet. Lionel Deschamps, my old philosophy prof, ushers me in. Bearded, nearing fifty, still that…