One Night in Paris



I have two rules in life:

1.Never marry someone you’re not in love with.
2.Do what makes you happy and not what’s expected of you.

I flew to Paris to spend my honeymoon alone after I left my fiancé and my life standing at the altar in California. I had my reasons and I wasn’t going to let a perfectly good trip go to waste. My first night, I met a captivating man who was there on business and leaving the next morning to fly back to the States. I knew nothing about him, only his first name. Our one night together left a mark on me that I’d never forget. Little did I know that when I moved to New York, he’d be the man I’d be working for, a temporary job that fell into my lap by accident. My life was complicated enough, and it was about to get a whole lot more complicated.


One night in Paris. That was all it took to make my trip complete. She was beautiful, smart, and addicting. I wanted to stay, but I couldn’t. Why make things harder than they had to be? I flew back to New York and went about my business, trying to forget the one night we shared. Imagine my shock when I saw her standing in the doorway of my conference room as my temporary personal assistant. I had trust issues as it was when it came to women and for good reason. She lied to me and I couldn’t trust her. She was complicated. Her life was complicated and now my life was feeling the same way.