Laurent and Larry Bourgeois are known as France's hottest bachelors. One thing they love more than dance is women. Lots of beautiful women from all over the world. But their "winning streak" comes to an end when Laurent meets a woman named Candice...
Larry's POV: It's nine in the morning. I sent Laurent a text message that read,
"Get up and dressed."
I hopped into the shower and got dressed. I stepped into my black 2016 Dodge Charger and blew my horn for Laurent.
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(Picture above is Larry's car) Laurent ran out of the house and got in the passenger seat. We were running late for our appointment with the event planner. When we arrived, we apologized to the first person we saw.
"We are so sorry we're late." I apologized to a woman.
The more I looked at her, I realized how beautiful she was. I changed my tone and smiled.
"It's okay. No worries. I'm Denise Vasi, your event planner. Come on in."
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(Picture above: Denise Vasi) Laurent and I looked at each other and said under our breath,
"Damn." "That's all me." I said to Laurent. "Go ahead." Laurent replied.
We sat down in Denise's office. Denise was wearing a black suit with thin gray stripes. Her hair was in a bun. Very professional.
"With all the information you two gave me. I came up with the ultimate birthday party for your brother. Let me show you." Denise said as she showed us multiple picture slides of location, birthday cake and decorations.
I was impressed by her work. She ended her presentation by saying,
"This will be a night Salah will never forget."
But I couldn't help but noticed her eyes were fixed on me.
"I hope so." I replied with a smirk. "Let's talk business. How much for all of this?" Laurent asked. "You'll be happy to know its only fifteen thousand dollars." Denise answered with a smile. "Really? You gotta deal!" Laurent excitingly replied and shook Denise's hand.
As Denise lightly jumped for joy, I watched her breast bounce. After we signed papers, we headed to the front door. Before I got into the car, Denise ran after us and asked,
