I’ve lived in Monaco my whole life, and I wouldn’t trade this place for anything else. I felt perfect here. My life here was a whirlwind of business meetings, lavish parties, and… a lot of fleeting affairs. Women knew me, and I didn’t even have to ask them for anything. Zero commitments. Who wouldn’t take advantage of that?

Sometimes, though, I spent my free time in the south of France. After all, I needed a change of scenery. I was sitting with my buddies at one of the beach bars in Saint-Tropez. We were drinking and eyeing the women who passed by or were sitting at the bar. Each of us was on the lookout for the next adventure.

"That one’s cute," I nodded towards a girl who had just stepped behind the bar. She must have worked here. "Dude, I know her. My sister used to be friends with her, but I can’t remember her name. Her family moved from Monaco to some village near Saint-Tropez because her parents got into some debts, and they couldn’t afford to live where they used to. She’s nothing special. Just a regular country girl. She’s not worth your time." As my friend spoke about her, I kept watching her. "I don’t know," I said, swirling my drink. "Girls like that can be pretty interesting." "If you say so, but don’t say I didn’t warn you." I rolled my eyes and stood up.

I walked up to the bar and leaned against it. I watched her for a long while. She was polishing glasses. She looked innocent, so ordinary, yet something about her intrigued me. I should’ve ignored her, but she had to be mine. I couldn’t let her slip away. There was no way she would turn me down. When one of the bartenders approached me, I immediately stopped him with a gesture. She was the one who was going to serve me. He whispered something in her ear. She quickly straightened up and stood in front of me.

"What can I get for you?" she looked at me with her big, pretty eyes. "You," I said seriously, waiting for her reaction. I was direct, but I was convinced she wouldn't turn me down.