body. Tiny beads of sweat drip down between his pectoral muscles, and I realise he's chopping wood with an ax. He sees me and walks towards me, with a swaying step.
I need a cold shower, right now!
“It's really nice weather, even warm for December, but the nights are cool. Do you want something to drink, my pretty Amande?
Hello to you too.
Without waiting for me to answer, he leads me into the house and towards a table already set for two. The furniture is luxurious, the tableware elegant, the panorama sumptuous. I could get used to this. While holding out my chair like a proper gentleman, he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“We can have a simple dinner, if you'd like.”
I notice he's switched from the 'vous' form to the more casual 'tu' form in French. “We're going to be less formal now?”
“It's not an obligation. But as I'm master of the house, it seems like it's up to me to set the rules.”
“And I have free will to decide whether or not to follow your instructions, Mr. Master of the House.”
“You and your obsession with freedom. And what do you want to do with this free will now?”
“Go change my clothes.”
I flash him a mischievous smile as I rise, and he responds with a half-amused, half-annoyed grimace.
Are you in a playful mood, Mr. Diamonds? Just as well, I am too.
In the time it takes me to put on a fancier dress, a beef carpaccio accompanied by tomatoes with fresh basil appears magically on the table, where candles are lit and glasses are filled with a wine I'm sure is spectacular. I want to pinch myself to make sure this is really happening. Gabriel is incredibly handsome and devours me with his eyes. His scent floats through the air. He's wearing a loose, black cotton shirt that makes him look relaxed. We talk about this and that, then he points towards an original photo by Mimmo Jodice sitting in a corner of the room.
“I bought it to remember that...special exhibit.”
I feel wobbly just thinking about that day. When we clink champagne glasses over dessert, he takes an envelope out of his pocket and slides it towards me.
“For the train tickets.”
I open the envelope and discover, horrified, a large pile of bank notes. I feel insulted, humiliated.
What does he think I am, a whore?!
He stares at me, his eyes narrowed, focused. He must have noticed my anger. I want him to say something, explain himself, but he stays silent.
“I don't want your money, I'm not your employee.”
I stand up and pour my anger out over him. My tone is hard, but my voice is trembling. If I could, I think I would slap him. Without saying a word, he gets up and comes towards me.
Just a piece of advice, Mister billionaire, stay far away from me.
When he tries to draw me close to him, I escape his embrace.
“What do you think you're doing? Paying me double to make up for it?”
“I don't want to pay you, Amandine, I just wanted to reimburse you for the train tickets. I invited you, it's normal.”
“You pay a lot for young girls like me? Maybe I should raise my rates, apparently you haven't gotten tired of me yet.”
His face is unrecognisable, I realise how much I've offended him.
“Stop, you're different from the others, that's precisely why I can't live without you!”
“I can't live without you.”
I don't know how to answer. He just nailed me. Now he's the one who's angry, he gives me an irate look. When he presses against me, I don't have the strength to resist, I want to bury myself in his arms and abandon myself completely. My lack of resistance surprises him, I feel his entire body relax against mine. He takes my chin and brings my face close to his. His tongue caresses my tongue, traces over my teeth, plays with my lips. I close my eyes, thrilled, and he kisses me until I vibrate.
“You're so beautiful, stop running away from me, it drives me crazy.”
His voice is husky, his breath is boiling. He gently caresses my shoulders, then the top of my breasts. These simple
I need a cold shower, right now!
“It's really nice weather, even warm for December, but the nights are cool. Do you want something to drink, my pretty Amande?
Hello to you too.
Without waiting for me to answer, he leads me into the house and towards a table already set for two. The furniture is luxurious, the tableware elegant, the panorama sumptuous. I could get used to this. While holding out my chair like a proper gentleman, he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“We can have a simple dinner, if you'd like.”
I notice he's switched from the 'vous' form to the more casual 'tu' form in French. “We're going to be less formal now?”
“It's not an obligation. But as I'm master of the house, it seems like it's up to me to set the rules.”
“And I have free will to decide whether or not to follow your instructions, Mr. Master of the House.”
“You and your obsession with freedom. And what do you want to do with this free will now?”
“Go change my clothes.”
I flash him a mischievous smile as I rise, and he responds with a half-amused, half-annoyed grimace.
Are you in a playful mood, Mr. Diamonds? Just as well, I am too.
In the time it takes me to put on a fancier dress, a beef carpaccio accompanied by tomatoes with fresh basil appears magically on the table, where candles are lit and glasses are filled with a wine I'm sure is spectacular. I want to pinch myself to make sure this is really happening. Gabriel is incredibly handsome and devours me with his eyes. His scent floats through the air. He's wearing a loose, black cotton shirt that makes him look relaxed. We talk about this and that, then he points towards an original photo by Mimmo Jodice sitting in a corner of the room.
“I bought it to remember that...special exhibit.”
I feel wobbly just thinking about that day. When we clink champagne glasses over dessert, he takes an envelope out of his pocket and slides it towards me.
“For the train tickets.”
I open the envelope and discover, horrified, a large pile of bank notes. I feel insulted, humiliated.
What does he think I am, a whore?!
He stares at me, his eyes narrowed, focused. He must have noticed my anger. I want him to say something, explain himself, but he stays silent.
“I don't want your money, I'm not your employee.”
I stand up and pour my anger out over him. My tone is hard, but my voice is trembling. If I could, I think I would slap him. Without saying a word, he gets up and comes towards me.
Just a piece of advice, Mister billionaire, stay far away from me.
When he tries to draw me close to him, I escape his embrace.
“What do you think you're doing? Paying me double to make up for it?”
“I don't want to pay you, Amandine, I just wanted to reimburse you for the train tickets. I invited you, it's normal.”
“You pay a lot for young girls like me? Maybe I should raise my rates, apparently you haven't gotten tired of me yet.”
His face is unrecognisable, I realise how much I've offended him.
“Stop, you're different from the others, that's precisely why I can't live without you!”
“I can't live without you.”
I don't know how to answer. He just nailed me. Now he's the one who's angry, he gives me an irate look. When he presses against me, I don't have the strength to resist, I want to bury myself in his arms and abandon myself completely. My lack of resistance surprises him, I feel his entire body relax against mine. He takes my chin and brings my face close to his. His tongue caresses my tongue, traces over my teeth, plays with my lips. I close my eyes, thrilled, and he kisses me until I vibrate.
“You're so beautiful, stop running away from me, it drives me crazy.”
His voice is husky, his breath is boiling. He gently caresses my shoulders, then the top of my breasts. These simple
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