The Little Red Devils

Felice Dupont

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This story is about a journey in life, the life of a middle-class English woman called Josette Bennett, who is taken a long way out of her comfort zone. She has learned to work hard, and trusts nobody but herself …until now. Although she runs her own business, a language school for foreign children with centres in different parts of the UK, she is not rich. She lives in her lovely house on her own, and has always had to fend for herself. She is totally focused on her business, working long hours. She has had men in her life, but nobody who every really set her on fire. Each year is spent in planning lessons, and travelling, mostly in France, from one company to another, to secure contracts from large companies. In January of each year, there were the seminars, moving from one part of the country to the other, holding meetings and answering questions. If truth be told, she was becoming to feel very jaded. She had been doing this now for 30 years, and although the youngsters were very enthusiastic in the earlier years, nowadays all they wanted to do was to come to England to fool around. They didn’t want to learn English! All her visits to France were in the cold Winter months.
In the story, it is January. On a whim, she decides to go to Paris on the train, as it was nearly her birthday, and she deserved a few days off. She knew the journey up to Paris would be long, but she would be able to watch the beautiful scenery and relax.
She boards the train in Pau, and sometime later, the train crashes. The carriage is plunged into darkness, and partially topples over. Passengers from parts of the train behind her, fight to get into the carriage to rescue as many people as they can. In this dark awful place, as she is shuffling backwards on her knees, she looks over her shoulder, to be met by the most piercing blue eyes she has ever seen, and at that moment, she falls hopelessly, helplessly in love.
From that day forward, her life becomes entwined with that of Maximillian, the Duc de Beauchamp, a billionaire who has his own pharmaceutical company based in Marseille, but who lives in Monaco. When they go their separate ways, they are unable to concentrate on their own work, as they are each obsessed with the other. In a very short space of time, she blindly goes to live with Max and eventually marries him. She is introduced to a life of luxury she could never have hoped for or imagined. Max has a beautiful home, a wonderful yacht, a plane, and helicopter. He also owns properties in Paris, Megeve, and other countries as investments. Although their life is fraught with accidents and attempts on their lives, bombs planted on their yacht and at the laboratory, they are protected by security officers, who are with them every inch of the way.
Each of them is abducted by two of the shadowy people in the background of Max’s life. However, they love one another deeply, and nothing can keep them apart. They are soul mates destined to be together forever. Who knows what lies ahead for them in their lives?
Novel written by Felice Dupont Email: [e-mail]

Sujets

• Adulte
• Erotique
• Erotica
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse UK
• Date de parution: 11 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798823081917
• Langue: English

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THE Little Red Devils
 
 
 
 
FELICE DUPONT
 
 
 

 
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 04/11/2023
 
ISBN: 979-8-8230-8190-0 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-8191-7 (e)
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Chapter 1     The Journey
Chapter 2     A Trip to Nice
A Special Weekend
The Right Decision
Time For A Change
The Yacht
Chapter 3     The Union
Le Manoir
The Charity Ball
Wedding Plans
My Family
The Explanation
The Return
Chapter 4     Paris
Saturday Night
Three Weeks To Go
Chapter 5     My Special Saturday
Rehearsal Day
My Wedding Day
The Honeymoon
Le Vignoble
Life From Now On
Le Club
La Maison Blanche
Le Manoir
Chapter 6     Amber
Reflection
A New Trip
Fears Dispelled
The Discussion
A New Trip II
The Aegean Sea
Return To Monaco
Chapter 7     Marseille
The Aftermath
Life Goes On
The Reunion
The Next Day
Le Vignoble
Le Club
Chapter 8     The Cannes Film Festival
Arrival In Cannes
The First Day
The Second Day
The Last Day
Chapter 9     Max
A Successful Day
Chapter 10   The Rescue Retold
Recuperation
Return From Marseille
La Maison Blanche And Le Club
Chapter 11   A New Idea Les Creches Nou Nou
Decision Made For Les Creches
The Council
Chapter 12   Trip to St Tropez
Lunch Near The Harbour
Night Club In St Tropez
A Lazy Day On The Yacht
The Final Day
Back To Monaco
Le Manoir
Plans
Chapter 13   The 14 4th July
Le Manoir
The Question
Chapter 14   Le Manoir
The New Ventures
The Wrong Underwear
The Coffee Shop
My Brother Arrives In Cannes
Shattering News
The Days That Followed
Getting Back To Normal
Chapter 15   The Accident
Transfer To Monaco
The Slow Road To Recovery
My Return Home
Chapter 16   Freedom
The Christmas Ball Is Coming
Christmas Lights In Paris
Christmas Day
Christmas Lunch
Chapter 17   New Year Megeve Beckons
Return To Le Manoir
The Cannes Apartment
My Birthday
Chapter 18   My Birthday Take 2
One
The Journey
I stood by the bedroom door like a rabbit caught in the headlights. As he took my trembling body in his arms, he kissed me gently, slowly at first. Mm, I thought, these lips feel as wonderful as I had thought they would be! I felt weak at the knees, and just managed to keep myself in check, with my good little Red Devil tapping her foot and shaking her head. Then he leant forward and kissed me passionately. My bad little Red Devil was doing a jig, as I responded I felt a frisson of excitement and fear coursing through my body, and nothing else existed but him and me. What are you doing, I said to myself, you’re acting like a brazen hussey. I was both elated and scared, for I had not had an intimate relationship with anybody for over twenty years! He let go of me abruptly, saying “I’ll come and fetch you tomorrow, we can have dinner, and then watch the parade. Oh, and wear that outfit again!” he said grinning, kissing the tip of my nose and he was gone. I felt bereft.
But dear readers, I go too fast. We had met on a beautiful cold but very sunny January day. I was tired but content that I had finished my conference and business meetings here in France and was due to fly back to England. As I looked out of my hotel window, I decided I would rather take the train back up to Paris. I could stay there one or two nights and then get a plane to go home. Both my little Red Devils, good and bad, appeared on my shoulder, egging me on, which was strange. They had not appeared for a long time, as nothing had happened to disrupt my life for many years. It was my birthday tomorrow; January 17 th and I would be forty nine. I looked in the mirror and thought “Not bad”. A lot of people thought I was in my thirties. I was feeling restless, after all there was no hurry – what was there at home to go back to. The little Red Devils on my shoulder were cheering me on, take a break.
The journey by train would be a nice change from all that rushing around at the airports. I boarded the train and settled comfortably into my seat knowing the journey would be long. The view of the beautiful scenery flashing past my window was somehow relaxing. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. Suddenly, there was a huge jolt and a horrendous noise. I opened my eyes - I was in the dark and there were people moaning, and bodies everywhere in a tangle of metal, seats and luggage. I sat there stunned for quite a few minutes. The longed-for peaceful journey had become a nightmare. I was lucky that I had been sitting at a table which had stopped me from being thrown up in the air. I struggled to ease myself out, and apart from cuts and bruises I wasn’t aware of any other injury. Gingerly, I started to crawl backwards on my knees. I was seated about half way up the carriage, and I could see that the front part had almost doubled back on itself. I could hear voices shouting, and people trying to force their way into our carriage. I was suddenly aware of somebody coming up behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see a pair of piercing blue eyes. He held out his hand. Dazed, I took it and I followed him back slowly as he guided me to what I could now see was where a door had been ripped open and he put his arms out for me. My bad little Red Devil was urging me on to jump.
I was scared, confused and in pain. It was a long way down, but at that moment looking into his oh, so blue eyes I suddenly had no fear. I had complete trust in this stranger and I had no idea why, but as I fell into his arms, I felt a frisson of excitement and fear and it was in that moment I fell hopelessly in love.
“There seems to be a hotel across the field. Do you think you can make it?” Suddenly, the enormity of what had happened hit me. I nodded silently. I wearily half closed my eyes and watched as he talked to the young lady at reception who was hanging on his every word, and I was jealous and anxious all at the same time. Hooray! exclaimed my bad little Red Devil with satisfaction.
He had loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and suddenly all I wanted to do, was run my fingers through his chest hair! He was expensively dressed, neither young nor old, good looking in a rugged sort of way with a good physique. It was obvious he was used to taking charge, and was quietly and efficiently arranging things.
“They only have a suite of rooms available on the top floor with two bedrooms. I thought it would be for the best if we spent the night. I have asked them to bring some food for us”. Despite being so weary and in pain, I looked at him, and said icily “I am quite capable of making my own arrangements, and I don’t need to be told what to do by another bossy, arrogant man. In any case, how do I know you’re not an axe murderer?” I shook myself, and said, whatever are you doing? This gorgeous, handsome man has just rescued you and you fancy him like crazy! My good little Red Devil groaned, and said you’re being an idiot. He looked at me with amusement. I stood up unsteadily, and suddenly, I heard a rushing noise, and fainted at his feet. He got down on his knees and gathered me into his arms.
He was not prepared for the mixture of desire and passion that coursed through his body. I opened my eyes to see those oh, so blue eyes looking at me anxiously. I was very confused with all the different feelings and thoughts that my brain and body were experiencing, part excited and part scared . “Are you in a hurry to get anywhere?” I looked up at him. I swallowed and stuttered “No, I was here on business, I have finished my meetings and had decided to spend some time in Paris before travelling back to my home in England”. He looked at me quizzically. “Nobody anxiously waiting for you to come home?” I shook my head. I’m sure I saw a slight smile of what seemed like satisfaction pass across his face. He was evidently French, and spoke excellent English with a very slight, sexy accent. I stood up slowly with his help, and we went over to the lift. The suite was luxurious. I knew I couldn’t afford to stay here, and I told him so. “Don’t worry, the insurance companies will take care of all the expenses”. I went into one of the bedrooms, and ran a warm bath. I slipped into the water and it stung my body. I put on my underwear and a dressing gown, and joined him in the lounge. He opened his briefcase, taking out ointment and dressings. Tending to my wounds, smoothing the ointment on slowly and gently, each stroke of his hand was exquisite. I was shocked that my body and my mind were saying don’t stop, and yearning f