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

The room stood still as we both froze, trying to wrap our heads around the reality of the piles of cash covering us, the bed, and the floor. Finally, Rabi pulled out of me, grabbed a pile of the money, and threw it all over me. I began to laugh. That delightful little kid, the one I had taken up the Eiffel Tower, was back. His depression, his despondency, and his hopelessness were gone. He was mine again.


He continued to play with the cash while I poured us each another glass of champagne. I sat down in the chair and admired him some more. He was the most handsome guy I had ever met, an irresistible combination of youthful exuberance and budding maturity. He was simply gorgeous, the hair beginning to grow in on his chest and ass, the mustache already thick on his upper lip, the dark eyes bright with happiness now. He would only get better looking over time, and I was glad that time would be spent with me.


Chapter 64