Belle was spinning around, a glass of champagne in her hand. Her head felt light and dizzy. Taking one more sip from her glass she spotted a handsome man in front of her. He had blond hair, blue eyes. She danced towards him, staring into his eyes. He smiled back at her.

"Belle, you look so beautiful." He said with a French accent, he took her hand, spinning her around. Belle giggled.

"Well, merci beaucoup monsieur." She winked at him, a crooked smile appeared on his face.

"Let us dance." He said pulling her closer and leading her to the dance floor.

Belle opened her eyes; she was lying in a bed and realized she was naked. Looking around her she also realized this wasn't her bedroom. It did look familiar for some reason. She was startled by a grunting noise next her. When she turned her head she saw Francis lying next her, just like her, he was naked.

Her eyes widened and she let out a loud gasp. Francis opened his eyes, his lips curved into a smile.

"Well good morning ma belle."

At that moment memories of the night before came back to her.

Belle's head rested on Francis chest enjoying his every movement. She wanted to be closer to him and when she looked up she looked into his blue eyes. She wanted to kiss him; she couldn't bear the clothes between them. "Belle, you are acting so… different today." He said but she could see he didn't mind it. "What do you mean?" She asked trying to act innocent.
"I just get the feeling you're trying to seduce me."

"What if I do?" She said while she softly caressed his chest with one finger, he opened his mouth letting out a silent "oh."

"Why don't we go to a more private place?" He whispered in her ears and she nodded. Both of them eager to go away from the party, quickly saying their goodbyes to everybody.

"Belle, you're not leaving with him, are you?" It was Arthur, he looked worried. Belle shrugged.

"What if I do, are you going to stop me?" She said, daring him to say something, but Arthur said nothing. His lips turning into a thin line.

"Goodbye Arthur." She said waving at him and turned around before he could say anything.

Francis was already outside waiting for her. He looked at her, his eyes were sparkling.

When they were walking towards his car there was an unspoken chemistry between them, he had taken her hand and at that times gave it little soft kisses.

When they finally reached the car he couldn't hold himself anymore, pushing her against the car. Their lips met and there was only fire between them, exploring every bit of her lips he let his hands trail behind her back pushing her closer to him. She softly moaned in his mouth.

"Let us go home before I rip off your clothes right here." He whispered, Belle nodded. She was breathless from the passionate kiss they just shared.
Belle got in the car, her head was still spinning but she didn't mind it at all, finally after all these years she had the courage to do something crazy and the guts to defy Arthur.

If he wanted her he should have asked her years ago.

When Francis sat down behind the wheel he smiled at her placing his right hand on her leg.

"Well, I'm still a little surprised to be honest." His eyes darkened every time he looked at her.

When they arrived at his home Belle was expecting he'd tear off her clothes right away but she was wrong.

He took her hand and led her to beautiful room filled with mirrors.

"This is where I like to dance." He said while he put on a soft music. He took her into his arms and they started dancing. Even though Belle had been drinking, Francis was a good leader and Belle could easily follow his steps.

Her hips were swaying against his and she could feel him. She realized this was foreplay.

His hand that was pressed against her back was now slipping down. It took her a few minutes to realize he was unzipping her dress.

Francis stopped and Belle's dress fell down. She was now standing in front of him feeling naked and she was happy she was wearing something sexy.

"Parfait." He whispered. He placed her hands on his shirt. "Undress me." And Belle didn't hesitate one second to unbutton his shirt.

When Belle saw his naked chest she noticed for the first time how muscular he was. She softly let her hand caress his chest and gave it soft kisses.

Francis lifted her up in his arms. She knew what was going to happen next and she didn't mind it at all.

Now Belle was staring at the naked man next her. Francis was still smiling at her.

"So, tell me what do you want for breakfast?" He asked her and gave her little peck on the cheek. Belle blushed. Even now, he was still so tender to her.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll just leave now. I don't want to bother you." She said a little ashamed and she saw his smile fading away.

"Why do you think you are bothering me?"

His face was serious now, his eyes sad.

"I… I'm not sure, I just assumed…"

"That this was just another one night stand for me? Assuming I would expect you to leave after I was finished?"

Belle lowered her head. Those were her exact thoughts.

"You think I don't know the things they say about me?" His sounded hurt and for a moment Belle thought she saw a tear. She wanted to take his hand but he got up and got dressed. Belle did the same, together they got dressed in silence.

After a while Belle couldn't stand the silence anymore. "I'm sorry if I offended you, it's just I'm not used to this, normally men use me and then they toss me aside." Francis sighed.

"I know I made mistakes towards you in the past, but most of the time I had to do those things because of my boss not because I wanted to hurt you. Remember when you wanted to become an independent country? Who saved you?"

"Well Arthur…"

"Arthur gave you the treaty of London but who came to help you when your brother was attacking you?"

"You." She said it like a whisper, Francis nodded. "Why do you think I did that? Because I never cared about you? I always cared about you."

Belle couldn't believe it, she wanted to take his hand, to kiss him but he walked out of the room before she could even touch him.