The French Badass

I'm totally lost.

As in lost. Literally.

Lost in the middle of Paris, France without any money, identification card, cellphone, and companion!

I couldn't even speak French.

Bullshit.

What did i do wrong? I'm just a woman, an art enthusiast to be exact, traveled for seventeen hours just to surprise my soon-to-be husband whose in Paris. Who i caught banging another girl behind my back.

Love for me is hopeless.

Not until i met this FRENCH BADASS who helped me. Arrogant, yes, but kind in many different ways.

Could he be the Michelangelo that i am waiting for?

This is the third installment of the 'International Series'.

(Constantin Moreau)