Arielle works for French immigration in Paris and has a reputation for a cold heart. She likes to entertain herself with the younger guys and never considers developing a relationship with a man. When she meets a wealthy and sexy middle-aged man who offers to give her everything, she finds the idea attractive but simply can’t commit.<br><br>On vacation in Spain, she meets a desperate young Moroccan whose work visa is about to expire. Against her better judgement, she gives him advice, then help. But when she returns to Paris, she finds she has set a chain of events in motion that quickly spirals out of control. The young man’s feelings of inadequacy lead to jealousy, gambling, and a chance meeting with a mystery man, completely changing the course of his life.<br>

I Love You Ten Million Times Over

Paris was so different from anywhere I had ever known. The wide streets and boulevards were a different world from the narrow alleys of Rabat. But beyond that, this was the first time I had been to a place virtually untouched by the Muslim world. Spain had been conquered and ruled for hundreds of years by my ancestors, the Moors, and everywhere you looked there were mosques and stunning examples of Moorish architecture. Here there was none of that. There was just the typically French Napoleonic architecture that one could see occasionally in northern African countries once governed by France. It was a busy, bustling city that could easily intimidate the first-time visitor.


If you weren’t spending your nights with a Parisian, that is.


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