77. Art exhibition

Brielle Clarke

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I liked being in Paris with Maxim. He was more free and didn’t have anything to worry about, unlike when we were back in New York and he was always devising a plan to get rid of someone.

It was nice. We felt like a normal couple. I was dressed in a long body-hugging black dress that had a high slit, ending mid-thigh. It had spaghetti straps and a deep curved neckline. It was also backless, which was surprising because Maxim was all about covering up when it came to my body.

However, I didn’t question it.

He was also dressed in black; a black button-up and black pants. He had a black belt around the pants and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked good and if it wasn’t for the fact that I was eager to see Paris, I would have suggested staying in bed.

I had been deprived of an orgasm early this morning. It wasn’t my fault I was hornier than usual.

“You ready?”

I nodded and Maxim took my hand in his as he led me out of the suite. We took the elevator downs