Unspoken words of love

“In life, every ending is just the start of another story.”

I took a hot shower and ordered room service. But I couldn’t take a bite. I couldn’t get that unsettling morbid look out of my head.
Dinner was scheduled for seven-thirty. It was a formal black-tie event that was a tradition, so there was no escaping. I had to go. The dress I had brought for the occasion was a black Bouvet that left the shoulders exposed, and, although it was not short, it had a side slit that was very sexy.
Despite loving that dress, at that moment I would have given anything for a more modest dress to wear. I had no choice but to gather my courage, present a festive mood, and attend the event. I let my hair down to cover my shoulders. But the remedy was worse than the disease? Was I better off with the bun? I went with the bun.

had an athletic physic, most likely a result of many afternoons at the gym. His complexion, tanned in a spectacularly even manner, beautiful green eyes that looked at me without blinking.

When we arrived at the Ambassador Hotel, it was a quarter past ten. My colleague gave me my suite card and told me that the meeting would take place at eleven in the assembly hall.
My room was on the fifth floor. It was spacious, had lots of light and very high ceilings, just like those of the Parisian bourgeoisie apartments. The bathroom was luxurious, with a jacuzzi and one of those things with UV lighting sanitation which I did not plan to use.
I turned on the television

The plane was quite full, mostly men with briefcases and gr

He would take me around Paris to dinner and then to the fashionable nightclub of the moment. Véronique, his wife, sometimes came whenever they were able to get a sitter for the children. So, it didn’t take long for me to become good friends with the Brochants.

Two weeks before my unjustified dismissal, I had to go to F

“In life, every ending is just the start of another story.”

until being strong is your only choice.”

“You never know how strong you are