Meet Me In Monaco
I don’t see her at first but when I collide with her I know she was meant to be mine.
She’s a real woman, unlike the stick-thin models who walk around Monaco most of the time, with curves in all the right places.
I’ve never found a woman before who tempted me enough to distract me. Women don’t affect me the way that she does. But one look at her lets me know I’m in trouble.
There’s no way this curvy young goddess is her alone. When I hear her say “Dad” I know she’s here with her father.
I have always been a successful man. Luck never came into it. I worked hard, and smart until I had everything I needed. Or I thought I did until I meet her.
I can’t help being drawn in by her and there’s no way in hell I’m letting her disappear from my sight.
There are just the small problems of the fact that she’s her only for the week and she’s here with her father.
I have to say I feel like the luckiest man on earth now because I’ve found my one. And there’s no way I’m letting her go without a fight.
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