Page 305 of Billionaire Temptations

“Are you going to be okay here by yourself?”

“Of course. Why? Do you want to stay and keep me company?” A smirk crossed my lips.

“Don’t tempt me. I would love to, but I need to get back to the States. Work calls.” He picked up his phone and looked at the time. “I really need to go get ready. I have to leave soon.”

He got up from the table, and I finished my breakfast. When I was done, I entered the bedroom and grabbed my clothes and purse.

“Thank you for dinner, breakfast, and the amazing sex.” I smiled as I stuck out my hand to him.

He stood in front of me and placed his hand in mine. My heart started to beat rapidly.

“It was my pleasure, Anna,” he spoke as he brought my hand up to his lips. “Good luck with everything. I hope whatever your next adventure is, it works out for you.”

I gave him a heartfelt smile as I slowly removed my hand from his and began walking towards the door. I stopped for a moment and turned around.

“It was really nice to meet you, Wes.”

“It was nice to meet you too, Anna.”

I walked out of his room and over to mine. The moment I stepped inside, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I’d done the walk of shame plenty of times, but this one was different. I pulled my phone from my purse and Facetimed Franco.

“Anna,” he sleepily answered. “Everything okay?”

“I need to talk to you. It’s important!”

He turned on his bedroom light and put on his black-rimmed glasses.

“Oh. Who’s that?” I smiled as I caught a glimpse of a man lying next to him.

Franco got out of bed and went into the living room.

“That’s Thaddeus. We met at the airport. Don’t ask.”

“Oh. So I guess we both did the walk of shame together.”

“What are you talking about? Did you sleep with someone there already?”

“Franco, I have no words. He was the best sex I’d ever had. I had multiple orgasms. I didn’t think it was possible, and he is so sexy.”

“Way to go, Anna Banana. Fucking a sexy Frenchman. You make me proud to call you my BFF.”

“He’s not French. He’s American, and he was here on business. Unfortunately, he’s on his way to the airport now to go home.”

“And where is home for this sexy American who gave you multiple orgasms?”

“I don’t know. I told him not to tell me. I didn’t want to know a thing about him. I’m storing this as a memory. One night in Paris with a sexy American that I met while I was supposed to be on my honeymoon.”

“Did you at least get his name?”

“Wes.”

“Wes what?” he asked.

“I didn’t want to know that either. It happened, he’s gone, and I’m going to enjoy the rest of my vacation alone. By the way, I talked to my dad. He fired me.”

“What? Are you serious? He can’t do that. You’re his daughter.”

“Good thing I moved my money, just in case.”

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