Mrs. and Mr. Soysalan - AsLaz

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kinda went completely *yabani* so you'll read this chapter next three days (or 2 hours as wattpad predicts) but I can't separate it into two, also I hope you enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing this, love you 💋

warning: 18+ content, with detailed descriptions of sexual intercourse

- 2 YEARS AGO, PARIS -

The lobby of the luxurious Parisian hotel was a sea of high-class elegance, with men and women dressed in strict business attire, the kind of environment where power and wealth were evident in every glance and handshake. Alaz Soysalan was here for the conference, but he had his own plans - networking, strategic deals, and, of course, enjoying the pleasures Paris had to offer. The city was a playground and Alaz intended to make the most of it.

As he made his way toward the reception, a cheerful man with a broad smile and an air of mischievousness approached him. "Monsieur Alaz! Welcome, welcome to Paris!" the man greeted with an over-the-top flourish, his French accent thick but charming.

Pierre knew Alaz well, he had been working at the Four Seasons Hotel in Paris for nearly twenty years and had seen many high-profile guests come and go. But Alaz Soysalan was not just any guest. The young, ambitious businessman had been coming to the hotel for conferences, business meetings and the occasional indulgent getaway since he was in his early twenties.

It all started a few years ago when Alaz attended his first major international conference. He had been fresh out of university, with a head full of ideas and a bank account that could make those ideas a reality. Pierre had noticed him immediately, the way he carried himself with a mix of youthful confidence and the sharpness of someone who knew he was destined for greatness. Alaz had checked in like he owned the place, and to be honest, Pierre had been impressed by his audacity.

Over the years, Alaz had become a regular. He always booked the best suite available, tipped generously and treated the staff with a mix of respect and easy familiarity that made him well-liked. But it was more than that. Alaz had a way of turning every interaction into something memorable, whether it was with a flirtatious smile, a witty remark, or the occasional cheeky comment that left people laughing in his wake.

"Pierre," Alaz acknowledged taking off his sunglasses, a smirk playing on his lips as he shook the man's hand. "Good to see you again. Still running this place, I see?"

"Ah, of course! Someone has to keep the wheels turning, oui?" Pierre responded, his tone playful. "And who better than me? You'll find no one else who knows every secret in this hotel, every scandal... every affair." He winked conspiratorially.

Alaz chuckled, appreciating Pierre's humor. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of stories to tell me later."

"Your suite is ready, as per your usual specifications. A view of the Eiffel Tower, naturally. But..." Pierre's voice trailed off, his attention suddenly diverted to the entrance behind Alaz.

Alaz turned to see what had caught Pierre's eye and his breath hitched involuntarily. A woman had just walked in, commanding the room's attention without even trying. She wore a short skirt that showed off her long legs and a tight top that accentuated her curves. Sunglasses perched on her nose, she carried a shiny suitcase and a small handbag, her whole aura radiating confidence and allure. Men were instantly drawn to her, several already hovering around, attempting to engage her in conversation.

But it was Pierre who acted first. "Mademoiselle Asi! How delightful to see you!" He spread his arms wide, and to Alaz's surprise, the woman accepted the gesture warmly, smiling as she allowed Pierre to embrace her.