I pay attention to a mysterious stranger at a party on the other side of the room.

I saw him one day in the park, he was quickly writing something in his worn leather notebook.

He looks like a self-confident man, born into high society, with a look like a hawk, nothing can hide from him - attentive, attractive and sinful. With sensual lips and a body made for worship, he looked so amazing, a real work of art.

But I was so young then, innocent and completely out of his league, nowhere near high society.

But I was drawn to him, so I completely melted at his approach. He asked for just one night with me, and I was unable to say a word while looking at him, I could only quietly say, “Yes.”

This happened one summer in Paris. One night with him. One heartless night.