So why me

08h05am - Paris time

In a café in front of the Hôtel Château Frontenac, all male guests are looking at the central table of this cafe, that although a little chic, does not really stand out from the surrounding cafés. All are captivated by what they see, the usually slightly pretentious and relaxed atmosphere, has this morning given way to absolute calm. "Adam, squeeze my breasts and kiss them, you know I love it."

Two fists clench each against other. "Shit, it's good to wake up like that. I love being in you in the morning my beautiful Meg."

A cup of coffee is thrown against a waiter who came to check if this very particulars customers wanted something else. "Ummm, yes, like that, give me more violent kidney blows. Yes, now, come into me faster, even faster. Yes, take me like that, Adam, I want you to break me completely."

A tall man in black place 3500€ in bills in the hands, to the waiter and makes him understand to leave without ask any question. "You look really gorgeous, no, I think I'll come already."

In a person's hand, a small receiver the size of a LR 1130 battery falls to the ground. A hysterical scream makes frightened passers-by turn around. A second cup thrown with force crashes against the coffee window. An outside table falls to the ground. A sound of deafening tires squealing alerts people who are watching to the tragedy when a chair lands on a car circulates on the road. The author of this morning ruckus, a very tall blond girl hidden under sunglasses, whose perfect physique, him, cannot concealed, screams words in English about her bodyguards who nod their heads repeatedly.

"No, no, Adam, hold back. Unlike you who've already taken advantage of it twice, I haven't come yet. No, nooooooo, Adam, you've already come in me? You're really very cruel. You're really only thinking about your own little personal pleasure. You know what? I'll tell you what. Next time, no Meg, you'll be satisfied with your wrist. I didn't want to admit it when your mother told me, but it's true. You're the worst idiot ever."

At these words the tall blond girl who wanted to break something again, realizes that near her, there is nothing left to throw in. "You frigid woman. If you can't come, it can't be the Adam's fault, but it's only because you're too old to reach the peak. Ted, take that sow away, I want to talk to her in private."

The two bodyguards who have never left the tall blonde girl, sweat knowing that the answer they are about to give will not please the young lady who is clenching her teeth, when looking at the front of the building. One of these two bodyguards swallows his saliva and it is with large drops of sweat on his face that he opens his trembling lips.

While the driver of the car whose windshield was split by the chair thrown on the road, screams held between the arms of 2 other men in black, the tall blond girl stares at the 2 men, who face her icy eyes, look down. "I will remember your rebellious attitude for a very long time, know that. You throw a few tickets at this man, give €10,000 to the owner of this café and we'll leave this 8th arrondissement tasteless."

Faced with the excitement of the last 2 minutes, a compact crowd of curious people gathered around the café, whose owner, holding €10,000 in cash in his hand, is delighted to see so many potential customers flocking to his establishment. The young girl in a long black pure wool Prada coat, leopard print and matching shoes, then begins to smile beautifully as her gait suddenly becomes more professional. Slightly loosening the long belt of her coat, to offer the audience a view of her sublime and endless legs, she then starts a very sensual parade between the excited men, who usually, at this moment, would head towards their office. Jessica, aware of her charm, who smiles as she stares at each person she meets to read his expression when they see her, now knows that these common people are captivated by her great beauty. Satisfied, with the adoration of the little people, Jessica, who behind her sunglasses folds her eyes thinking of this old woman, immediately feels better. To show her gratitude to her worshippers who deserve it this morning, she lowers her sunglasses to wink at her fans, before bursting into laughter as she climbed into her Jaguar.

In one of the rooms of the Hôtel Château Frontenac, one of Adam's hands lingers between Meg's thighs as she curves into the blue sheets of their bedroom. While Adam's mouth tastes Meg's abundant breast, she grabs him by the neck, then inserts her tongue into her lover's mouth. Taking advantage of Adam's moment of inattention, Meg settles back between his thighs while arranging for skillfully to stimulate him with her hand that was just slipped without noise under his abdominals.

When Adam, who is still kissing Meg, whose smile is brighter than ever, realizes that he has just been trapped, he begins to laugh at the stubbornness of this woman who never gives up when her decision is firmly made.

Faced with Meg's sweet and sensual beauty, who had left her speechless at their first meeting, Adam can only smile with tenderness. Kindness, devotion, love, character, courage, intelligence, beauty,... this woman certainly has everything that a logical man would like to find in a partner. Once again charmed by the mischievous smile in front of his eyes, he lovingly kisses her on the neck, but he plays the unsatisfied. "So now you're ambushing me under the sheets?"

Meg, with a laughing look, looks Adam in the eye, shakes her head to deny those words that make her an indecent bandit. "I am a woman who deserves the best, sir. Not someone passing through who is served a small meal cooked in the microwave, quick and tasteless. I'm telling you on behalf of my body, this morning it was quick and really tasteless. Adam, this is an ultimatum to be taken very seriously. Make love to me as I should or I will go to someone who will satisfy me sexually. Haha, no, I was kidding. No, don't pinch there, Haaaa."

09h50am - Paris time

Restaurant of the Château Frontenac Hotel