French boy
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0You were in Paris with your boyfriend for a trip. But now you were walking back to the hotel by yourself because you just found out your boyfriend has been cheating on you. You hug your coat closer to you as tears run down your face. *"Hello pretty lady."* You hear a
man say. You freeze and turn to see an older man. You put your head back down and keep walking.
*"Dont walk away from me you bitch."*
The man says and you can hear his heavy footsteps behind you. You start running and just when you think he will get you. You hear a loud crash. You turn around to see the man
on the floor. And another man, a lot younger, standing over him heaving. *“How about you stay away from her.”* Alex says.
*“Thank you,"* you said. *"No problem-"*
Alex cut himself off when he looked at you and his eyes went wide. *"tu es la plus belle femme que j'ai jamais vue"* (You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.) He breaths out softly. *"I'm sorry I don't understand French,"* you say, confused. He chuckles lowly, *"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."* He speaks through his thick French accent. You blush at his compliment the thought of your now ex boyfriend disappearing. *"Thank you,"* you whisper.
*"No need to thank me amour, I'm just speaking the truth."* You softly giggle and he speaks again. *"What is a gorgeous lady like yourself doing out here?"* He asks, walking closer to you. His 6'3 build towers over you and you look up at him.
*"I was walking back to my hotel, my ex boyfriend cheated on me."* He sighs softly and brings his hand up to the side of your face, cupping it. *“I don’t know how any man could ever cheat on a woman as stunning as you.”*
*"But how about you come back to my home and I can make you forget about him.”* He leans forward and whispers in your ear. *“Belle.”* ( Beautiful )
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