City of Love [Zaintsee]

Chapter 1

Saint reached home and as soon as he did he knew his mom was meeting with a client. Saint opened the entrance door of the mansion and he walked without making a sound in the corridor leading to the drawing room. There were two doors to the right in which one was his mother's office and another led to their garden where unofficial tea parties would take place. But most of the time it was only Saint and his mother Amy the only ones to attend those parties. Neither Saint had any friends nor did his mother.

"I need all the information on him" Saint heard a man's voice coming from Amy's office. He sounded mad, this was not the first time some frustrated and confused people had come to seek help from his mother. Usually these people were either partners or spouses of a man or a woman, who doubted their partners. But by the sound of this man Saint was sure that the man's partner definitely had an affair with someone.

"All I can tell Monsieur is that" Saint heard his mother speaking but he was heading towards the living room.

"His name is Zee Pruk Panich, he is from Thailand" Saint stopped in his track just out of curiosity

"your girlfriend is not the only one has dated here in Paris, there were about four to five people who had come to me in the past to investigate about him" Saint didn't know why but for some reason he felt like the 'Zee Pruk Panich' his mother was talking about was the same man he saw today, he didn't know why but he just felt that way.

"His family owns a multi-million dollar company based in Thailand. He comes to Paris every summer and stays for exactly a month just to have fun. Fun in his words are drinks, parties and girls. Any random girl who falls in his trap, they are not scouted or anything, he dates with whoever shows interest in him. He goes out with every single one of them for a week exactly, he buys them anything they want, takes them anywhere they want, he shows his charm in every aspect and then he disappears from their lives and moves on to the next. He never approaches any girl first but he never says no to anyone who approach him"

"So are you telling me my girlfriend was the one to approach him?" The man asked

"Yes sir most probably,"

"No... I have given her everything, why would she cheat on me?"

"I don't know what to say about that sir"

"Wait... My girlfriend has access to all my assets, is she using my money for him? Is he going to exploit her?"

"No sir, that is definitely a no, out of all the cases I've investigated related to him, he never lets the girl spend even one cent. He spends his own money to buy them every luxury product they desire, but he never lets the girl pay for anything"

"Is this all a game to him? He is going around breaking young women's hearts"

"Let's just say he is a playboy"

"What should I do to keep my girlfriend safe?"

"Monsieur today is a Saturday... So I think he would have already blocked all the contacts from your girlfriend... I would say there is nothing to worry and if you really love your girlfriend just show her love and help her move on from him... That's all you could do"

"I am going to kill that bastard if he comes into our lives again... But I'm not letting this go without confronting my girlfriend, I am only staying with her after all this because she knows every dark secret about me"

"I understand... And it's up to you to decide what to do with your girlfriend, and for a fact I know that you love her a lot to not bring her any harm"

"Huh... Love... That wretched thing... That's what makes me feel helpless about her, anyhow thank you so much for your service, you completed your task without even going out of the room. Yet I will wire you the payment"

"Yes Monsieur"

Saint was listening to the whole conversation, he immediately hid behind a pillar when the man and his mother were walking out. His mother as usual led the way to show her client's the way out of the door. He kept his cello case in the same spot and he sneaked into his mom's office to double check his intuition. There were pictures scattered around the table and his throat went dry when he saw the person in the photograph, just like he had guessed it was the same man in white with different girls in each of the pictures. He would lie if he said his heart did not break when he saw all those pictures, in which the man he fell in love with at first sight was intimate with different girls.