Chapter 139

• After a strange early morning, in which Maximilien couldn't fall asleep until dawn, the insistent sound of his phone woke him up from his deep slumber. It was a call from Ethan, who was already on his way to the mansion with Jesse, both his best friends. They had planned to meet that Saturday to play tennis. The businessman glanced at the clock on his bedside table, it was ten thirty in the morning and they had agreed to meet at eleven.
• He quickly sat up on the bed once the call ended and briefly recalled the events of the early morning, something that had left him restless and had prevented him from falling asleep quickly.
• He couldn't ignore, let alone forget, the strange sensation he had when Roshene was so close, when he could smell her, feel her skin through the thin silk pajamas she was wearing, and the indescribable desire he had to kiss her. It was something that couldn't simply be ignored, especially when there was a fierce urge to taste those lips, an exquisite sensation that intoxicated him like a spell and made him forget everything, even that she was Carson's, his father's, wife.