Chapter 2

Title: NEW meetings *

Evening arming is that moment when the world seems in suspense, as if it were taking a deep breath before plunging into the calm of twilight, where each element naturally finds its place to offer a gentle transition between day and the night.

The chill that gave me goosebumps made me unsteady. I had some desires, a desire that was becoming unbearable. I wanted a girl to spend the night with.

I took out my father's car, a super classy Lexus. I was going to explore the city of Marseille looking for a girl to let off steam. This coolness was absolutely unbearable. I needed a girl. While studying abroad, I couldn't go a week without touching a girl.

No, impossible.

And it would not be here that I would deprive myself of this need.

After all, I have money and the power to afford any girl, regardless of race. I would just need a few banknotes to get the one I want.

I was behind the wheel of the luxury car, which was gliding slowly through the streets of a neighborhood where red neon lights and fleeting shadows tell a story that the night prefers to hide.

The engine purrs gently, while my eyes scan with a certain nonchalance the silhouettes lining the sidewalk. The soft leather of the steering wheel beneath my hands, the radio broadcasting a discreet murmur, everything about this scene speaks of control, of calculation, of controlled desire.

The neighborhood was bustling, but I stood aside, observing. The faces fade into the darkness, some familiar, others indifferent. Then, suddenly, a silhouette catches my eye.

She stood out from the others by a singular appearance, a breathtaking beauty that seems almost unreal under the street lights. Tall, slender, with hair waving lightly in the night breeze, she stands there, motionless, with a confident look in her eyes. Her eyes caught mine through the tinted window, and in an instant, I knew it was her I was going to take to the hotel tonight.

I slowed down again, approaching her. My gaze was piercing, almost provocative, and I felt a warmth, an anticipation rising within me. I rolled down the window without a word, my hand resting nonchalantly on the edge of the door.

She walked towards me with casual elegance, and as she got into the car, a light and captivating fragrance surrounded me.

Conversation was minimal, almost pointless. Everything was said in the exchange of looks, in the precise and controlled movements of our bodies.

She knew that I had come to these streets to look for an escort, and given the appetizing look I presented, she knew immediately what I wanted.

Immediately in my car...

Within minutes, I was driving in silence towards the hotel, an inconspicuous place on the outskirts of the city. I devoured her with my eyes, noticing every detail: the curve of her lips, the sparkle of her eyes under the dim lights of the cabin, the softness of her skin visible under her light coat.

The more I looked at her, the more I was struck by her captivating beauty, as if she had come out of a dream, different from all the other women I had met.

In this suspended moment, the city seemed to fade away, leaving only her, me and the promise of the night to come, beyond the cozy walls of the hotel where we were heading.

Time froze as I led her to room 450 of the Golden beach hotel.

Me and the attractive escort entered the elevator with palpable tension. The cramped space, with its polished metal walls, enclosed us in immediate privacy. The quiet sound of the doors closing behind us seemed to mark the beginning of a wait charged with desire. My breathing was heavier, my gaze intently fixed on her, detailing every curve, every movement.

She, aware of the effect she was causing, held herself with an almost provocative confidence. Her subtle perfume floated in the air, intoxicating, and the shine of her lips caught the reflections of the pale lights. His eyes, half-closed, cast suggestive glances that electrified the atmosphere.

I was quite tall, dressed with impeccable elegance, I stood straight but feverish. Every second of waiting in this elevator reinforced my impatience, my devouring desire.

I felt my pulse quicken, while my mind couldn't help but wander to what was going to happen behind the doors of the suite, just a few floors up.

My hands, clutching my pockets, longed to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin.

I observed her, unable to take my eyes off her sensual forms. My lips parted slightly, as if to say something, but no words were necessary. Everything was in the air: the brutal desire, the implicit promise of a torrid night.

The elevator continued its ascent, slowly, too slowly for my liking. Each floor that passed seemed to exacerbate my impatience. I was already devouring it with my eyes, fighting against the urge to grab it there, right away, without waiting another second.

But it was in an elevator. We were not alone.

I had managed to control myself, playing with this burning tension, savoring every moment of this climb which was only the introduction to a night where I intended to possess it entirely.