"Careful, Miss. I think you've had one too many drinks." Laurent places his hand on the small of your back and takes the wine glass from your hand in a swift motion. He had snuck in to the villa and blended in as a 'bodyguard', along with a few of his companions.

"Let's go to your room, hm?" The corners of his lips curved into a smirk as he tilts his head.

But under that charming face front of his, is a cunning con artist.

And here you are— half-drunk and completely unsuspecting of it.