-I'm gd to meet souls who share our vibe, - ehe Princess of Monaco, holding a gss. She was a fantastiversationalist and, in every sehe life of the party, the most vibrant person I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting.

  -We're just passing through, but Monaco is charming, -Billy replied, taking a sip of water. He wasn’t in the mood to get drunk tonight; his desires felt different. Tonight, he wanted a romantiight with the woman across from him. Alessandra was like a dark fantasy, filled with pure desire. Over the st two days, he’d e to believe they were made for each other’s longing, two people drawn together, each baring themselves, letting desire take over. Whehey could, they indulged, as if Alessandra were made for love.

  -What do you think of Monaco? Anything that’s captivated you?- they asked.

  Billy listened, pausing, weighing his answer in slow-motion moments as Alessandra danced, pyfully pressing against the Russian model Kurkova, who responded with ughter.

  -I think it’s a city made for living. Everyone here seizes the moment for themselves. It’s that freedom that makes it so captivating, like Eden. It's fasating to see people enjoying this almost utopian fantasy, respeg each other’s space. It’s like a Sunday m when time pauses, letting you sink into calm,- Billy ented.

  Alessandra ughed as she always did, her rebellious style meeting his uanding gaze. She moved with a natural grace, that magic Brazilian warmth. She liked to joke she was having a fling with Gwen Stefani, saying Gwen was great but couldn’t reach the level of freedom she had with Alessandra, more uninhibited and intense. Gwen was a fond but faint memory, overshadowed by Alessandra's vibrant presence.

  -Ah, God, if only you were 15 years older, I'd enjoy your reverence,.--someone replied with a knowing grin.

  She was made for love—a desert oasis dang to her beat in a red dress, moving up and down, side to side, as if baring herself. Her red lipstitrigued her, framing a face with hair flowing ihat highlighted her beauty.

  -Of course, she is! -Billy replied, winking at the woman. To him, every woman was beautiful, at least to some man who could see her unique allure. In each, he found the freedom to live; her aristocratic face still carried a youthful glow.

  He held Alessandra by the waist, pressing his body gently against hers. She tried to resist, but Billy kissed her, and she responded with equal passion. They were now pletely ed in their kiss, each drawing closer, without restraint. Billy’s hips pressed against her thighs as he took her in.

  -You shouldn’t do that,n - Alessandra murmured.

  -For now, we’re one—just stay with me, - Billy whispered in her ear, as they tiheir silent, intimate game.

  -I don’t want to,- she replied, returning his kisses, each fueled by spicy desire. Their gnces hi the allure of the moment, unbothered by others watg them dance, sav each breath.

  -Now it’s out; everyone knows,- Billy remarked, brushing off the attention.

  She replied with a kiss, letting herself go. Saying no was sometimes pointless, difficult, even hollow—her “no” wasn’t final.

  They were intense.

  …

  The women watched, knowing Alessandra wasn’t immuo Billy’s charm. Adriana shrugged, saying, "See, Billy only needs oep to make his move. Alessandra couldn’t resist." She knew Billy well; ever since he was 16, he’d beeless with the daughters of Wall Street moguls ahy bankers, driving them to madness with his rebellious attitude, only to break their hearts or leave them for his quest. He liked beautiful women, especially those wealthy enough to keep up with his lifestyle or those who were famous. Though reckless, he was gentle, urning down a challenge, even with the most intense people, being a part of their lives.

  -Alessandra’s let me down,- Isabeli Fontana ented.

  -You wouldn’t say her. Give him an inch, and those eyes full of affe will be on you. If you give him a ce, he’ll be everything you want. Even the ones he leaves behind wouldn’t turn him away. Like poor Jessica Hanz, the German banker’s daughter who loved him and still probably does. When Billy lets you into his life, he makes you feel special, as if you’re a part of him. He invites you everywhere, draws you in, but while he has you, he’s already searg for someone new,- Adriana replied to Isabeli, who smiled, embrag her elegant response.

  Eae danced with fervent desire. Fortunately, the press wasn’t around, only appearing at special events. For now, privacy was a blessing. Some friends took photos, but paparazzi posing as waiters mao sneak a few shots. Teology isn’t always as advanced as we’d hope, mercifully failing at the right time.

  -And you?- someone asked.

  -I enjoy that mencholy he often carries; it shows me he’s a cheerful, siderate guy,- Adriana ented.

  …

  -No more kisses; we’re in public,- Alessandra murmured.

  -e with me to Engnd. I bought a house, but it needs a woman’s touake it truly feel like home,- Billy whispered, kissing her again.

  -You’ll have your closet,- Billy murmured.

  -No way.-

  -How silly of me! Do you have a husband?- He kissed her neck. -A jealous husband who only lets you spread your wings on special occasions?-

  -Silly, I have work. But we be together iember, - she teased.

  It was an inside joke between them. Billy was like the husband who didn’t eve her leave for breakfast alo the buffet.

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