Sylvie climbed out of the bath and slipped into her robe, stretching in the sunlight. She had a shoot for Marie Claire today, and needed to be in Southampton by three pm. Pouring herself the only breakfast she ever needed, an expresso, and preparing a grapefruit, she decided to sit by the floor to ceiling windows and let the sun light wash over her.
Saturday night had not been her most dignified hour, being escorted from the Jenner mansion was humiliating. Ben was the first man that had ever broken up with her, and that was when she realised she wanted him. No other woman would have her man. He had his faults, but he was very easy on the eye, and more than paid for her lifestyle. In spite of the high salary she could command in her field, it was always her plan to be cared for, provided f
