Chapter 2

Paris

As I stepped out onto the bustling streets of Paris, the enormity of the task ahead of me became even more apparent. The city was alive with activity, and I felt like a small fish in a big pond. I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to have any chance of finding this mysterious man. I took a deep breath and began to map out a plan in my mind.

Bullshit! I've been here for a week and still don't know anything about him. I was sitting near a cafe when I saw two men in black heading inside. The way they dressed up looked like they were kind of bodyguards. Why the hell do people even keep guards? Can't they protect themselves with their own, bloody rich brats! It's just a waste of money. As I sipped my coffee, I couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation. They were talking in hushed tones about some big business deal that was about to go down. I was stern when I heard his name: Rafael Fucking King. It piqued my curiosity, so I made a mental note to keep an eye on them and see if I could uncover any more information.

I got to know he was going to come to Gate Club Paris tonight for some business. This is the opportunity I was looking for, and it looks like today is my lucky day.

But the problem is, I don't know what Rafael looks like. Yeah, I know this is stupid, and you will all say how is this possible, but it's true that the famous and powerful businessman is a mysterious man; nobody saw him; he is like a shadow; even his media conferences are attended by his assistant or secretary.

If I meet him, how will I recognize him? I am fucked up for real, but I won't lose hope. I will try my best, and don't forget that today is my lucky day. I just need to stay positive and keep my eyes open.

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Gate Club Paris

I was sitting near the bar, waiting for a man with so many guards. I knew he was a powerful man, and my boss said he had ties to the Mafia, so he must be with so many men behind him, as we saw in movies, so I kept looking at the entrance, waiting for a man like this.

To my disappointment, I had not seen a man with these match criteria. I became frustrated. I have to go tomorrow, and I know I'll lose my job. Bloody Rafael fucking King and his segregation. I grab my drink and sip it all at once. I am furious and keep cursing Rafael .

If his secretary gives me an appointment, I have not faced all this nonsense—just one interview—and I don't need him, bloody bastard. Can't he give me his 15 minutes, you bastard Rafael Fucking king ?

I was continuously sipping my drink and trying to calm down. But no matter how much I tried to calm myself, the anger continued to simmer inside me.

“It looks like this Rafael fucking king has got all your nerves.”

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome man in a suit. His muscular body still visible from his fitted suit. He resembled a businessman, and I couldn't help but get a strange feeling. He looked so very handsome, and his smile was killing. I could not help but stare at him. I could tell he had a certain charm that could easily sway anyone in his favor. He was the epitome of confidence and charisma.

“umm .. Excuse me? Are you talking to me?” I asked.

“Yes, you are getting everyone's attention by cursing that Rafael Fucking King.” He said while take a seat beside me.

Am I drunk or what? I love his manly voice; he is so calm and sexy. I need to be focused. What are you doing? You are here for that, Rafael King , not to stare at a man like him. You need to go.

“I am sorry, sir. I was just a little frustrated.” I said.

“Does that Rafael fucking King is the reason for your frustration?”

“Yeah, I am here to approach him for an interview, but I don't know where he is or how he even looks. I have been trying for his interview for the for the last few days, but every time his bloody motherfucker secretary says that his bloody boss doesn't have even 15 minutes for this interview, I will lose my job. This is my last chance. I am fucked up for real. I need to find another job.”

He started laughing, which makes me more furious.

“Am I joking here? What's so funny?” I furiously said and looked at him.

“You are extremely amusing and brave. I like it.” He said.

“Yeah, I need to go.”

“Hey, wait, may we take a drink?”

“No thanks, I have already exceeded my consumption limitations. “

“But remain for some more time. I need to spend time with you.”

“Look, Mr. Whoever you are, I am not interested. Please need to go, I need to pack all of my stuff.”

“Well, I can help you with Rafael 's case.”

His words freeze my feet, and I turn to him in surprise.

“What did you say?”

“Yes, I said "true." I can help you. If you spend time with me, I can arrange a meeting with him.”

“Are you playing with me?”

He chuckled.

"I never lied," he remarked in a raspy voice.

“How can I believe you? And I am not that kind of….”

“As I already stated, I do not lie. Simply believe me, and you will get what you want. Just spend some time with me, and if you think I'll take advantage of your drunken state, you're mistaken.”

He got dangerously close to her and whispered into her ear.

“I will not touch you without your permission, sweetie.”

I was astonished and bewildered. She is in a dilemma. What should I do right now? I had to do this in order to keep my job, so I agreed.

He smile

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I and that stranger were walking around the streets of Paris.

“Should I trust this man? Why am I listening to this man? I don't even know this man's name, yet I'm strolling with him. What if he is a psycho killer?”

The man laughs.

“What?” I gaze at him, surprised.

“I'm not a psycho killer, baby girl.”

“How do you know what am I thinking “

“I just guessed babygirl”

“Anyway, don’t call me that”

“Why? Don't you like it”

“I'm here just to get Rafael 's interview; I'm not here for a one-night stand with a stranger I've only known for a few minutes.”

“So you're already thinking about a one-night stand? But I've never mentioned that. Do I ?”

“um….no…i just …leave….what do you want…we are walking for half hour “

“So did you ever did ?”

“What I did? “

“One night stand with anyone.”

“Hell no..not in this life .”

“Why? Any… specific reason?”

“I don't want to become pregnant with a stranger's child and raise the child alone, then one day he find out a few years later that he has a son or daughter and then come to me for that child. I don't want all of that. Like happens in fiction stories, I don't get into drama; all I want is to become pregnant with my husband's child and spend the rest of my life with only one man.”

“So you have thought far enough. Tell me what your expectations are from your future husband, but first of all, do you have a boyfriend?”

“Well, I don't have a boyfriend till now, and I have many hopes in my future husband, like sometimes he will be my driver, sometimes my chef, and sometimes my friend with whom I can share everything. And sometimes my husband, who values me more than anything else,”

“who supports me in my dreams and goals and who always stands by my side through thick and thin. I envision a partner who is not only my lover but also my rock—someone who can make me laugh when I'm feeling down and who can challenge me to be the best version of myself. And when I get pregnant, he will take great care of me, tolerate my mood swings, and fulfill my midnight cravings.”

“ He will give me whatever I want to eat, whenever I want, and will help me in taking care of the children and raising them. I want a husband who is loyal, trustworthy, and compassionate—someone who will always put our relationship first and make me feel loved and appreciated every day. In short, I am looking for a life partner who completes me in every way and who I can build a future with based on love, respect, and mutual understanding.”

The man laughs.

“What did I say that is making you laugh?”

“I have never seen a girl like you. You are very interesting.”

“So tell me something about yourself.”

“I am a closed door; it would be better if you didn't open it because you wouldn't like the truth inside.”