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She smiled, pleased at his interest. "I would like to go to Europe, explore every corner, every culture. I have always dreamed of getting lost in the streets of Paris or strolling along the canals of Venice. »

Adam smiled, his admiring gaze enveloping her. "With such an adventurous spirit, you should do it. Life is too short to stay stuck in one place. »

Their hands met on the table, and the simple connection electrified the atmosphere. She realized that Adam wasn't just an arrogant billionaire; he also had a thoughtful side, a side that attracted him even more.

As they continued to talk, a surge of boldness came over Sarah. She stood up and gently pulled him by the hand. "Let's go somewhere where we'll be alone, where we can really talk." »

Adam didn't protest. On the contrary, he stood up with her, an amused smile on his lips. They walked away from the bar, the music and commotion fading behind them. Once outside, the starry night enveloped them in a soothing mystery. The cool wind blew gently, and she could feel her heart beating faster, anticipation

Ant what was to follow.

They walked for a while, lost in thought, until Adam suggested going to his house. "I have an apartment not far from here. We could continue this conversation in a quieter place. What do you think? »

Sarah hesitated for a moment. Everything inside her was screaming at her to say yes, but the voice of reason was whispering to her to be careful. They didn't really know each other. But there was something in the way he spoke, in the way he looked at her, that made her feel safe, at least for the moment.

"Okay," she finally replied, feeling both nervous and excited.

Adam led her to his apartment, a sleek, modern space, well decorated but strangely impersonal. She felt a little disappointed that nothing about this place really seemed to reflect Adam's personality. Still, the atmosphere was pleasant, and she felt comfortable.

He offered her a drink, and they sat on the couch, their eyes locking. The conversation resumed, but a new level of tension was settling between them, palpable and intoxicating. She could feel her heart racing, and Adam's mere proximity set her on fire.

"So where were we? » he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

She smiled, feeling both seduced and vulnerable. "I think we were talking about our dreams. »

Adam leaned in a little closer, his voice low and seductive. "And what's your wildest dream, Sarah? »

A shiver of excitement ran down his spine. "I guess my wildest dream would be to meet someone like you and get swept up in this adventure. »

He looked at her intently, a smirk on his lips. "You know this could be dangerous, right? »

" Maybe. But I'm willing to take risks. Sometimes you just have to jump into the void. »

At these words, he moved a little closer, and their gaze intensified. The beating of his heart rang in his ears. Sarah could feel the attraction between them, growing stronger, pushing her closer. They were one step away from crossing the line, from being carried away by their desires.

"So what do you really want? » he asked, his voice hoarse.

She hesitated, a wave of anxiety washing over her. She didn't want to appear desperate, but she knew she couldn't go back. "I want... I want to experience something authentic. Something real, even if it means taking risks. »

Adam stared at her, and a heavy silence settled between them, a silence laden with unspoken promises. He leaned forward, and their lips met again, more intensely than ever. This kiss was like fireworks, an explosion of feelings she had never experienced before. It was as if his whole body was reacting, every fiber of his being ignited by the contact of his lips.

Adam's hands found her waist, pressing her gently against him as she let himself be carried away. Everything was so delicious, so irresistible. She felt transported to a world where nothing else mattered, where there was only desire and passion and the connection between them.

As they kissed, a part of Sarah began to doubt, a small whisper in the back of her mind reminding her that he had promised to call her. But the temptation to abandon these thoughts and live in the present moment was too strong. She let herself go, tasting this passion, this warmth that emanated from Adam.

They finally separated, breathing hard, their eyes lighting up with a wild glow. "You're amazing," he whispered, a smile on his lips.

"I... I'm glad you think that," she replied, still troubled by the intensity of their exchange.

But in the back of her mind, the promise he made continued to haunt her. She couldn't help but wonder if it was all just an illusion, a great adventure with no future. She wanted to believe in him, but a part of her remained guarded.

"I guess it's time to see how far this can go," she said with a mischievous smile, although a cloud of uncertainty still hung over them.

Adam nodded, his gaze still intense. "So, let's indulge in this adventure, but don't forget what you asked me. »

She smiled, feeling both excitement and worry inside her. They moved closer again, and as their lips met again, Sarah closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away, aware that, in the back of her mind, the next day awaited her with promises and uncertainties.

She knew she had to stay vigilant, but right now, all that mattered was this connection, this burning passion. She let herself go, savoring every moment, every kiss, as if it were the last night of her life. But one question lingered, following her like a shadow: Would Adam really keep his promise? The sun peeked through the slightly parted curtains, flooding the room with soft morning light. Sarah slowly emerged from sleep, her thoughts still foggy, floating between dreams and reality. The first thing she noticed was the comforting warmth of the sheets against her bare skin, a feeling of calm washing over her. She turned gently in bed, taking a moment to savor this fleeting peace. Then, suddenly, the memory of the day before hit her full force.

Adam.

Her heart raced as she recalled the events of last night. The image of this attractive man, so confident, so dominant, took shape in his mind. She remembered the way he had kissed her, his strong hands roaming her body, the electricity that had flowed through every cell of her being. It was a night like she had never experienced before, a night of intensity, passion, and burning desire.

Sarah smiled, her face buried in the pillow. She felt different, as if this experience had awakened something in her. She had always dreamed of this moment, of this improbable meeting with a charismatic man who would make her feel unique. And now it had happened, like a dream, in a bar, one evening when she simply wanted to celebrate her graduation. It was almost too perfect to be true.

She slowly opened her eyes, searching for her phone on the nightstand. The room was quiet, the silence broken only by the distant hum of cars on the street. With the phone in her hands, she unlocked the screen, her heart racing at the thought of seeing a notification from Adam.

Nothing.

No message. No call.

Her smile faded slightly, but she quickly brushed the thought aside. It was still early after all. Maybe he was still sleeping. She remembered the promise he had made to her just before they fell asleep. "I'll call you tomorrow, we'll go to lunch together," he whispered, his deep voice still ringing in his ears. It was a promise that seemed sincere, even if somewhere inside her, a small, skeptical voice whispered to her not to get too carried away.

She sat up in bed, pulling the sheets against her. Maybe she should take a shower and get ready. After all, he could call at any time, and she wanted to be ready to find him. His thoughts were flooded with possibilities. She was already imagining this lunch, the conversation that would follow, the possibility that their relationship could evolve, that this night would only be the beginning of something deeper. Perhaps Adam was not as distant and arrogant as he seemed at first glance. After all, he had shown a softer, more caring side when they were alone.

Sarah slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The warm water flowed over his skin, enveloping him in a feeling of well-being. She thought about the evening, every detail, every smile, every look exchanged. Yes, it was definitely an unforgettable night. She found herself humming in the shower, excited at the thought of what awaited her.

Once ready, she put on a light dress, sat by the window, and waited. Her phone on the table next to her, she glanced back and forth, making sure the volume was turned up, that she hadn't accidentally missed his call. Time passed slowly, and each minute that passed seemed to amplify the nervousness that was slowly settling inside her.

Noon was approaching. Still nothing.

Sarah nervously tapped her foot against the ground, trying to convince herself that this was normal. Maybe he was busy, or had an unscheduled meeting. He was going to call her, she was sure of it. Maybe he just wanted to wait until a more reasonable time. She smiled again, imagining that he was preparing to call her at any moment. But deep inside her, a little hint of worry began to emerge, like a shadow that grew slowly but surely.

At 2 p.m., she still had no news. Sarah felt her stomach churn, but she tried to remain hopeful. Maybe she should call him herself? But no, he promised her he would. She didn't want to appear impatient or desperate. And then, it was up to him to make the first move, after all. It was he who had accepted, he who had promised. She had to be patient, she reminded herself.

The day continued to slip by, and with it, his hopes began to crumble. With each hour that passed, doubt crept deeper into his mind. What if he wasn't really going to call her? What if, for him, this night had only been a one-night stand, a simple game?

At 5 p.m., she began to feel unwell that she could no longer ignore. His thoughts were getting darker and darker. What if he never intended to see her again? Maybe for him it was all just another conquest, one more to add to his list, with no more meaning. Sarah felt a dull pain deep in her chest. She really believed that there was something special between them, something unique. Had she been naive?

She stood abruptly from her chair, walking nervously around the room. Her mind was swirling with unanswered questions, and she felt stupid. Why had she believed, even for a second, that a man like Adam could be interested in her for anything other than his own pleasure? He was rich, handsome, and used to getting whatever he wanted without the slightest effort. Why would he call her back? She was nothing to him. Just one girl among many.

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, and with it, Sarah's hope. She couldn't lie to herself anymore. Adam wouldn't call him. Not today. Not tomorrow. Maybe never. He had already moved on, and she found herself alone, with her illusions shattered.