Kidnap the Billionaire's Heart

t the conversations. Sarah looked around, impressed by the modern decor, the elegantly set tables, and the m

asked, heading straight towards

had never been a big fan of alcohol, and her coc

id, "Tonight is your night. You need to try something new

e mint leaves float to the surface, the bubbles fizzing against the ice cubes. She brought the glass to her lips, savoring the fresh

memories and plans for the future. "I can see you working in a big company," Emma said, sipping her

you're right. In any case, I will

began to feel the effects of alcohol. She wasn't used to drinking, and a slight dizziness was sta

d herself to be led along. She had never been very comfortable with dancing, but the atmosphere of the evening, the

dance with Emma, laughing out loud. It was as if all the worries of th

omeone watching her. Turning her head, she met the gaze of a man sitting further away, a little to one side, observing the scene with a s

here was no point in getting carried away. Tonight was supposed to be her night, a night where she was to think about nothing bu

cozy, almost intimate atmosphere. Sarah, still under the effect of the mojitos, felt light, free of all constraints, floating between euphoria and di

were red from the effort and the alcohol, his hair slightly undone from the movements. As she brought her glass of water to her lips to cool off,

r like he owned the place. His impeccably tailored clothes suggested a discreet wealth, a natural elegance. But it wasn't just her outfit that was striking, it was her attitude. He had a

heart beat a little faster. She was not one to be easily impressed. Yet there was something about him that troubled her. Perhaps it was t

sked the bartender,

ve had my fill for tonight

at the man. He was still there, his eyes glued to her, and this time he slowly got up from his chair. S

ectly controlled the space around him. When he reached her, he placed his glass on

e evening," he said in a

nce, responded with an amused smile. "It's a special evenin

nterested. "A degree, huh? I

had the impression that this conversation was going t

y fine features, his gaze piercing, almost unsettling. There was an aura of authority about him, as if he was never used to b

aduate? Are we offering ourselve

used by his casual tone. "Finally, let's try. It

before continuing, "Nothing is ever ea

gs that she didn't entirely like, but at the same time, she couldn't help but be fascinated by

g his shoulders, his smile still present. "When you ha

usement behind a more serious tone. "And what exactly do you do? » She didn't even know why she was as

s fingertips, as if he appreciated the attention she was giving h

obviously liked playing on the mystery. But there was something in his attitude that disarmed her, that pushed her t

eplied with a touch of irony in h

ng. "But it still gives me ti

e, to people being interested in him simply because he gave off this aura of power. But deep down, Sarah wondered why she was still there, why she

ce like this. » She found herself playing with

ce, he leaned towards her slightly, closing the distance between them. " And you ? You're here

t, as if he had sought to know her before she even spoke to him. His heart was beating

er thoughts blurred by the alcohol and the mystery of this man. "I want to succeed.

ng more sincere in his expression. "So, you alre

was not trivial. There was something about this man, something that would mark a turning point in his life. She cou

Sarah, enjoying the night. The hours passed, and the alcohol continued to flow freely. Sarah, who had started the evening simply wanting to celebrate her graduation, now found herse