CEO you are mine

ad met at the concert. His gaze, so intense and penetrating, never ceased to haunt me. I needed to talk to

I said, my voice

plied, immediately attentive. "Wh

o you. Can you co

n her lips. She sat comfortably on my sofa,

rything," she sa

unter with Gabriel. Every detail, every word excha

ething I can't explain. As if our souls rec

lle. But you know, he has a reputation for being very

" Maybe. But I don't want to have any illusions. He's a

ure. "Follow your instincts, Isabelle. You have a

ds him. One evening, after a long day, I decided to look for information about him. The Internet was full of articles and photos about

id. "It allows us to transcend the realities of everyday life. » This sentence resona

only a talented pianist, she was an enigma, a light in her often dark and cynical world. One evening, sitting in his office, he listened to the recor

rmured to himself, fascinate

iscovered his journey, his struggles to break into the music world, and his uncondition

. He was an assistant of Gabriel's, inviting me to a charity gala organized by him. My heart raced.

se an elegant dress, a deep blue that reminded me of the sea a

adjusting a lock of my hair. "And above al

d with taste and elegance. The guests, all dressed in their finery, chatted

al people. As soon as he saw me, he politely excused himself fro

" he said, taking my hand. His touc

ng me, Gabriel. It's

, where we could talk without being distu

ed honestly. "This is

e me shiver. "I have thought of you a lot sinc

me. "I marked a break, then dared to a

ause you are different, Isabelle. You brought something to my life t

abriel was gradually revealed, showing a facet of himself that few people knew. But beyond

leave. Gabriel offered to take me home. We came out o

evening," he said, open

erful. Thank you

the journey, each lost in their thou

at I would like to tell you, bu

he sincerity of his gaze. "You can tell me ab

nst his own demons. "One day, maybe. For the

iel went down to open the door to me. "Good ni

I replied, my heart s

ions. What did he really want? Why had he chosen me? One thing was cer

it up and opened it curiously. It was an invitation to an upcoming event, th

Villeneuve was not only a mysterious businessman, he was also a man full of su