Our penthouse crowns the city skyline. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame twinkling lights below. Nearly two years commuting by private rail with Christine. Petite brunette. Her mystery pulls me. No man…
My leather armchair sighs as I slump behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of my elite apartment. Overlooking the manicured private park, Geneviève's mansion gleams opposite. She's insatiable, forcing me to stroke…
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…