Poison, Blackmail and a marriage of convenience

7 MONTHS PRIOR

NICE, FRANCE

JULIEN

“How may I serve you, sir?” Julien groggily resumes a sitting position on the bed as his eyes adjust to the stark bright lighting adorning the room.

A green-eyed blonde stares up at him with wide eyes, her perky boobs moving with her every intake of breath.

He didn’t remember French girls being desperate then again, when was the last time he visited France?

His lips contort slightly as he wiggles out of her grip, “Why don’t you get dressed doll? Take some cash with you while you’re at it.” Julien runs his hands through his hair and slips out of her grip.

The blonde’s mouth goes slack and her lips quiver, “Monsieur Julien co-“

Julien rolls his eyes,” Merde, prend le cinq cents et pars.”

“D’accord,” Blondie says as she scurries off the bed.

Julien doesn’t spare her a further glance, he stalks towards the bathroom, slamming the door in her face.

What was I thinking last night? Julien muses.

It was a long night, he had just closed a deal with a group