I arrived at the penthouse suite crowning the city's skyline. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls framed infinite stars. Calfskin armchairs whispered against my thighs. Crystal flutes brimmed with vintage Dom Pérignon, fizz…
Insomnia grips me. Not booze, not fatigue. Her scent lingers—rose and jasmine weaving through memories. Chloé's body pressed against mine on that dimly lit dancefloor. Atlantic coast station, between Bordeaux…
Marie reserved this hidden gem for my birthday. An exclusive restaurant owned by her old friend Albane. Dim crystal chandeliers cast golden glows on mahogany tables. Leather banquettes whisper against…
Wake up. Anne shakes me. 'Monsieur waits downstairs.' Groggy, I crave sleep, oblivion. But we rise. Quick shared shower, steam on marble tiles. Downstairs, naked as always. Wilfried beams, towel…