If you would've tried to convince Emma Covington a week ago, she would've patched things up with her lothario fiancé. She would've bet half of her eighty-million dollar trust fund for that outcome. Nonetheless, on Christmas, the two found themselves unable to resist each other.  Since their reconciliation, Emma has been staying in his hotel suite where they have been making up for "lost time," 

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Getting, herself dressed in a black embellished mini dress that shows off her voluptuous body. She smirks at her overall appearance before she reaches the door. Her ears begin to hear faint sounds of Jacques's voice in the suite. As she steps out of the bathroom, he turns to check his fiancée out as his ear is to his phone. 

 

Martha puts on her heels on the end of the king-size bed. 

 

Finally, in connection with the person over the phone, Jacques starts to speak. 

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"Je sais que c’est difficile, mais ça ne va pas prendre beaucoup plus de temps pour que je l’épouse, ce qui va me faire reculer mon père. Tant qu’on en aura assez de ses relations. Signifie plus d’affaires dans les États." 

 

ENGLISH, I know this is difficult, but it isn't going to take much longer for me to marry her, which will get my father off my damn back as long as we get enough of her connections, meaning more business in the states.

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Emma listens to him as he speaks in his native language; Emma gets off the bed to search for her black pearl necklace on the nightstand. 

 

Jacques walks further away from his lover so he can have some privacy. 

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"Je te promets que dans les six mois, le mariage entre elle et moi sera fini et que toi et moi pourrons être ensemble. Mais bébé, on doit juste faire profil bas quand je rentrer à Paris. Ne sois pas comme ça, je t’aime. Je dois passer au revoir."

 

ENGLISH, "I promise you within six months of marriage, between me and her will be over, and then you and I can be together. But baby, we just got to lay low when I get back to Paris. Don't be like that. I love you. I got to go bye."

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He concludes the phone call. 

 

By now, Emma is all set for them to have dinner in town, and they will return to the suite where they will bring in the new year themselves. 

 

"All ready to go?" he inquires. 

 

Emma smirks coquettishly. "T’es plein de merde!"

 

ENGLISH, You're so full of shit! 

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Not, even hiding his shock as to why she said it to him. He places both of his hands onto his waist. "You misunderstood me, Cheri," 

 

Emma scoffs ruefully. "Oh, I don't think so, not only I lived in Paris for years. But I've been speaking French fluently since Bill Clinton was in the White House, so please tell me the truth you at least owe me that Jacques." 

 

"All right, all right," he says hastily. "My family's shipping company hasn't been doing well,"  

 

"And you couldn't tell me this because?" 

 

"Because I grew up in a family that the man takes care of the woman. Furthermore, my father wanted to expand business stateside." 

 

"Let me guess, because of my family's connections and resources you, thought hey marry the rich American only for you to continue to screw any woman  just as long you get what you wanted right," 

 

Jacques shakes his head. "Since the truth is out now can you forgive me; we don't have to let this ruin our night," 

 

Emma slaps him across his face. She snatches her purse off the nightstand and heads towards the door. 

 

"Emma, where are you going?" 

 

"You don't think I want to be in the same room as you with everything I know, right?" she asks rhetorically. "One thing you need to learn about me, Jacques. I don't take too kindly to men using me." 

 

When Jacques is about to utter something else, she cuts him off verbally. "Read my lips, we're over," she then tosses the ruby ring at him. "Someone will come for the rest of my stuff." Emma gets herself out of the suite towards the elevator bank. 
 

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