I stepped out of my sleek black Audi, the engine's purr fading into the roar of the ocean crashing against the cliffs below. The cliffside villa loomed before me, a masterpiece of glass and stone perched precariously on the edge of the world, where the Mediterranean sun dipped toward the horizon in a blaze of orange and pink. This was no ordinary property viewing; it was my next conquest, both in real estate and perhaps something more primal. Sarah David,…
The grand estate auction hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers, their light fracturing into a thousand diamonds across marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. Towering columns framed the vast space, adorned with gold leaf and intricate frescoes depicting ancient triumphs of wealth and desire. Bidders in tailored tuxedos and shimmering gowns milled about, champagne flutes tinkling softly as whispers of multimillion-dollar bids hung in the air. At the center of it all stood Sarah David, the 25-year-old French beauty whose…
I stepped out of the elevator into the opulent lobby of the Hôtel de Crillon, the air thick with the scent of fresh lilies and polished marble. Paris at midnight hummed beyond the gilded doors, the Eiffel Tower's distant sparkle teasing through the windows like a lover's wink. My layover from the transatlantic flight had been long, but the note Sarah slipped into my pocket mid-flight changed everything. 'Captain Kane, Paris awaits. Room 1408. -S' Her handwriting was elegant, looping…
I stepped into the VIP relaxation lounge, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood oils, dim amber lights casting long shadows across plush velvet couches and a central massage table draped in crisp white linens. It was supposed to be just another session to unwind after a brutal week, but when I booked it under a pseudonym, I never imagined it'd lead me here—face to face with Sarah David, my ex from three years ago, the one…
The spa's sauna glowed with a soft, amber light, steam curling lazily from the hot stones like whispered secrets in the dimness. Sarah David, the 25-year-old French beauty who managed the upscale retreat, stepped inside, her long straight black hair tied back in a loose bun, strands already frizzing from the humidity. Her green eyes sparkled with the day's fatigue melting away, fair skin glistening faintly under the warm wooden panels that lined the room. At 5'6" with a slender…
