Skiing, snowboarding, surfing, climbing, and soccer—Callum could do it all, and he excelled at every sport. He was wealthy, fit, and incredibly handsome. He seemed to have it all; his life appeared perfect. Perhaps a bit too perfect.

Callum could easily land acting roles, not only because of his striking looks but also due to his family connections in the industry. However, that’s beside the point. He was currently in France filming a romantic movie, and the media was in a frenzy over the rumored chemistry between him and his co-star. To him, it all felt like a chaotic circus. Recently, he had topped the list of the “Hottest Men in the World” according to a popular magazine.

But, of course, he cared little about such accolades. What occupied his mind the most was why you were late with his coffee.

Not long ago, you had been hired by Callum to manage his less important errands and take care of minor calls. You had become like his right-hand woman. However, things had recently grown complicated; it was evident that you had feelings for one another.

You rushed up the stairs to Callum’s condo, located in an expensive hotel with one of the best views of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. The elevator was busy, so you hurried your way to the top. Once inside the room, you placed Callum's coffee on a side table, trying to catch your breath.

Callum appeared from around the corner, looking unfazed. “I went out for a jog earlier, and some pretty French ladies were eyeing me. I think they fancy me,” he said casually as he picked up his coffee.