superstar: sings for everybody

-I'm glad to meet souls who share our vibe, - commented the Princess of Monaco, holding a glass. She was a fantastic conversationalist and, in every sense, the life of the party, the most vibrant person I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting.

-We're just passing through, but Monaco is charming, -Billy replied, taking a sip of water. He wasn't in the mood to get drunk tonight; his desires felt different. Tonight, he wanted a romantic night with the woman across from him. Alessandra was like a dark fantasy, filled with pure desire. Over the last two days, he'd come to believe they were made for each other's longing, two people drawn together, each baring themselves, letting desire take over. Whenever they could, they indulged, as if Alessandra were made for love.

-What do you think of Monaco? Anything that's captivated you?- they asked.

Billy listened, pausing, weighing his answer in slow-motion moments as Alessandra danced, playfully pressing against the Russian model Kurkova, who responded with laughter.

-I think it's a city made for living. Everyone here seizes the moment for themselves. It's that freedom that makes it so captivating, like Eden. It's fascinating to see people enjoying this almost utopian fantasy, respecting each other's space. It's like a Sunday morning when time pauses, letting you sink into calm,- Billy commented.

Alessandra laughed as she always did, her rebellious style meeting his understanding gaze. She moved with a natural grace, that magnetic Brazilian warmth. She liked to joke she was having a fling with Gwen Stefani, saying Gwen was great but couldn't reach the level of freedom she had with Alessandra, more uninhibited and intense. Gwen was a fond but faint memory, overshadowed by Alessandra's vibrant presence.

-Ah, God, if only you were 15 years older, I'd enjoy your reverence,.--someone replied with a knowing grin.

She was made for love—a desert oasis dancing to her beat in a red dress, moving up and down, side to side, as if baring herself. Her red lipstick intrigued her, framing a face with hair flowing in layers that highlighted her beauty.

-Of course, she is! -Billy replied, winking at the woman. To him, every woman was beautiful, at least to some man who could see her unique allure. In each, he found the freedom to live; her aristocratic face still carried a youthful glow.

He held Alessandra by the waist, pressing his body gently against hers. She tried to resist, but Billy kissed her, and she responded with equal passion. They were now completely consumed in their kiss, each drawing closer, without restraint. Billy's hips pressed against her thighs as he took her in.

-You shouldn't do that,n - Alessandra murmured.

-For now, we're one—just stay with me, - Billy whispered in her ear, as they continued their silent, intimate game.

-I don't want to,- she replied, returning his kisses, each fueled by spicy desire. Their glances hinted at the allure of the moment, unbothered by others watching them dance, savoring each breath.

-Now it's out; everyone knows,- Billy remarked, brushing off the attention.

She replied with a kiss, letting herself go. Saying no was sometimes pointless, difficult, even hollow—her "no" wasn't final.

They were intense.

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The women watched, knowing Alessandra wasn't immune to Billy's charm. Adriana shrugged, saying, "See, Billy only needs one step to make his move. Alessandra couldn't resist." She knew Billy well; ever since he was 16, he'd been relentless with the daughters of Wall Street moguls and wealthy bankers, driving them to madness with his rebellious attitude, only to break their hearts or leave them for his next conquest. He liked beautiful women, especially those wealthy enough to keep up with his lifestyle or those who were famous. Though reckless, he was gentle, never turning down a challenge, even with the most intense people, becoming a part of their lives.

-Alessandra's let me down,- Isabeli Fontana commented.

-You wouldn't say no, either. Give him an inch, and those eyes full of affection will be on you. If you give him a chance, he'll be everything you want. Even the ones he leaves behind wouldn't turn him away. Like poor Jessica Hanz, the German banker's daughter who loved him and still probably does. When Billy lets you into his life, he makes you feel special, as if you're a part of him. He invites you everywhere, draws you in, but while he has you, he's already searching for someone new,- Adriana replied to Isabeli, who smiled, embracing her elegant response.

Each one danced with fervent desire. Fortunately, the press wasn't around, only appearing at special events. For now, privacy was a blessing. Some friends took photos, but paparazzi posing as waiters managed to sneak a few shots. Technology isn't always as advanced as we'd hope, mercifully failing at the right time.

-And you?- someone asked.

-I enjoy that melancholy he often carries; it shows me he's a cheerful, considerate guy,- Adriana commented.

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-No more kisses; we're in public,- Alessandra murmured.

-Come with me to England. I bought a house, but it needs a woman's touch to make it truly feel like home,- Billy whispered, kissing her again.

-You'll have your closet,- Billy murmured.

-No way.-

-How silly of me! Do you have a husband?- He kissed her neck. -A jealous husband who only lets you spread your wings on special occasions?-

-Silly, I have work. But we can be together in September, - she teased.

It was an inside joke between them. Billy was like the husband who didn't even let her leave for breakfast alone at the buffet.

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