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“Her name is Anna, and she is the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever met. She was staying in the suite next to mine. We had dinner together and then spent the night in my room.”

“Did you get her number?”

“Nah.” I leaned back in my chair. “I’ll never see her again. She was on her honeymoon.” I smirked.

“Wait. What?” He lightly shook his head.

“She left her fiancé at the altar. Took one look at him walking down the aisle and then bolted and flew to Paris.”

“Damn, Wes. Sounds to me like she has some problems.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “At least she knew what she didn’t want. You have to give her credit for that. She called her father while we were together, and they had a huge blow-up. I couldn’t quite hear what he was saying, but it was something about her disappointing him again.”

“She sounds like a rebel to me,” Christopher spoke.

“Perhaps. I have no idea where she’s from or where she’s going to go. But the one thing I can tell you is that I can’t stop thinking about her. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”

“It was probably best you left it the way you did. You didn’t tell her who you were or what you did, did you?”

“No. She only knows me as Wes.”

“Gotta love those one-night stands. Sometimes, they can really leave a mark on us. Well, you had a night of great sex and fun. At least you don’t have to worry about her using you for your money and status.” He smirked.

He left my office as I turned my chair around, stared out into the busy streets of New York City, and thought about the little gift she left me in my suitcase.

Chapter Six

Anna

I landed in New York City, and when I went to get my luggage, I saw Franco standing there waiting for me with a smile on his face.

“Bonjour, Madame.” He held out his arms.

“It’s so good to see you.” I smiled as I hugged him.

“How was Paris besides fucking the sexy American?”

“It was nice. I did a lot of shopping.” I grinned.

Franco grabbed my luggage, and we headed to his car. When we arrived at his Tribeca apartment on West Broadway, he took my luggage upstairs and into my bedroom, the one he had designated mine since the day he moved in and the one I stayed in every time I came to visit him. I threw myself on the queen-size bed, and he lay next to me, grabbing my hand and holding it tight.

“I’m so happy you’re here to stay, Anna.”

“Me too.” I glanced over at him with a smile.

“I hate to ask this, but have you talked to Matthew at all?”

“No. I haven’t.”

“You know that you need to put closure on this situation,” he spoke.

“I know, and I tried to call him, but he blocked my number. So then I went on his Facebook page, and he blocked me there too. I called his office phone, and Sam, his secretary, told me he told her not to put me through if I called. You’re the only one who will understand why I did what I did. You’re the only family I have left.”

Franco Stiles and I had been best friends since we met each other in the ninth grade at boarding school. His six-foot stature, perfect black hair, and dreamy brown eyes captured my attention. I greeted him with flirty eyes, and right off the bat, he told me he was gay. Of course, he was. After we graduated, we both attended Harvard University, where I obtained an MBA, and he graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Art. He was born with a gift and talent for fashion and was now the proud owner of Stiles Designs.

“Oh, by the way, I sold your dress.” He smiled.

“You did?”

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