Rendezvous À Paris

Prologue

The tension continues to arise between the two, whilst standing in the middle of an empty room filled with nothing but chairs.

"Are you single?" Barry finally asked him.

"It depends on who's asking," the latter said coldly, looking over upon his shoulder and not showing any bit of interest towards Barry.

'Fine, I'll take it,' his inner thoughts spoke.

At least he's still talking to me.

"What if it was me?" Barry asked again, boldly.

"Then I guess I am, probably," the latter, also known as Yves, replied, seemingly starting to show interest in him.

"Then how's dinner at 8 sound like?" Barry asked him again.

"With you?" Yves then asked, turning his head to face him. He gave Barry a sharp look, looking at him from head to toe, ㅡ his expression full of thoughts, looking rather curious of his invitation for him.

Maybe he's interested?

Maybe.

There is a subtle possibility.

"Yes," Barry answered, looking right back at him. "With me, why of course." He straightened the folds of his suit, slowly trying to ease Yves into saying yes with his charming looks. "So, what do you say?"

"Oh. I don't know, maybe." He replied, turning his back and started walking away from Barry. Purposely swaying his delicate hips, Yves is starting to make Barry feel things beyond his usual needs.

Fuck.

Barry felt a tingle down on his neck.

He knew that Yves was well aware of what he was doing, and he was purposely doing it to him.

Barry couldn't simply let this be.

What is Yves planning to do to him?

Barry stopped, immediately throwing his gaze away before he landed his eyes upon Yves's behind or elsewhere that he had no intention to see, but was suddenly highly interested in watching.

No one could resist the Yves Alexandre.

At this point, he doesn't know if he can control to look at him respectfully any longer, and he's starting to run out of places to see.

'Fuck me,' muttered Barry under his breath.

As if he could hear him, Yves turned and set his eyes straight on Barry, making him to stop cold in his tracks. He then gave Barry a seductive wink, and continued to tease him unconditionally.

Shit.

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Barry Ananda needs a date for the night while he's in Paris for an exclusive private event, but he is reluctant to find one — Until he lays his eyes on Yves Alexandre, a well-known fashion entrepreneur and socialite.

What happens when a wealthy Forbes businessman meets an iconic fashionista entrepreneur? Will Barry get the date of his dreams, or will Yves finally give in, with hopes for a chance of love?