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“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bondi, but that reservation was canceled yesterday.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course it was. And for the record, I never became Mrs. Bondi. I left my fiancé at the altar and am still Anna Young. So, since my honeymoon suite was canceled, I’m going to need a room—the Garden Rooftop suite if available.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Young, but that suite is booked. I can put you in our Katara Suite that’s right next door.”

“The Katara Suite will be fine.” I smiled.

“Very good. I’ll have someone bring up your bags.”

I took the elevator up to the sixth floor, and as I was sliding my keycard to unlock the door, I noticed an incredibly sexy man walking out of the Rooftop Garden Suite next door.

“So you’re the one who took my suite.” I smirked as he passed by.

“Excuse me?” He stopped and turned around.

“Nothing. It was a joke. I just flew in, and I wanted that suite, and they told me that it was already booked.”

“Well, we could always share it if you want it that badly.” A sly smile crossed his perfectly handsome face.

“I’m sure your wife wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“I’m not married.”

“Oh. Well, then your girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“No girlfriend either. It’s just me in there.”

“I’m good with this suite, but thank you for the offer.” I blushed.

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me. I need to run. I’m late for a meeting.” He smiled.

I sighed as I watched his six-foot-two stature and fine ass walk down the hallway in his tailored, designer dark gray suit that fit him perfectly in all the right places. His brown hair was kept short all the way around with a slightly longer top, which had a wavy texture to it, and his rich brown eyes werecaptivating as they held me in a trance. In fact, every feature on his face was captivating. Damn, that man was sexy.

I opened the door to my suite and stepped inside with a smile on my face.

“Welcome to Paris, Anna,” I spoke as I looked around.

Chapter Two

Anna

I threw myself on the king-size bed and called Franco.

“I’ve been waiting for you to call,” he answered. “How’s Paris?”

“Beautiful as always. How’s my dad?”

“Shouldn’t you be asking how your ex-fiancé is?”

“I’m sure he’s heartbroken, and I really don’t care.”

“Well, your dad is pissed as hell, and your step-monster mommy wasn’t happy about it either. As for Matthew, he called you every name in the book. He said you humiliated him and that he won’t take you back when you realize you made a mistake and come back crawling on your hands and knees, begging for his forgiveness.”

“Ha.” I laughed. “I’m not going back. Speaking of which, are you at my apartment?”

“I am. I’m packing the rest of your clothes up now.”

“Thank you. I’ll call the movers tomorrow and have them put my furniture in storage and bring the rest of my things to New York. I just couldn’t do it, Franco, and when I saw him standing there, everything became so clear.”

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