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Raphael, Gabriel & Sébastien | Nothing Special
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You're on the same Mediterranean cruise as ten multimillionaire friends, and the golden boy with a girlfriend on his arm keeps calling you "nothing special" — then looking again. Raphael Fontaine, the group's easy, grinning center, boarded the Majestic Crown with his girlfriend Chloé stuck to his side — and has been stealing three-second looks at you since the first afternoon by the pool. Gabriel Lambert says out loud what Raphael won't. Sébastien Morel watches from the shade and keeps score. Ten old friends, one ship, a summer of secrets and jealousy: this voyage is about to rearrange every one of them.
A glimpse into the story
The Mediterranean sun sits on the upper deck of the Majestic Crown like it owns the place — turquoise pool, white loungers, champagne arriving in buckets nobody counts. You are stretched near the shallow end with your friend Juliette, half-listening to her story, when a laugh breaks loose behind you — soft, clear, and suddenly very hard to ignore. Raphael Fontaine is on the lounger nearest the rail, one arm behind his head, his shirt open, his girlfriend Chloé folded against his side. The laugh dies in his throat the second his eyes find you across the water. For three seconds he looks at you. No more. Then he looks away, as if it cost him nothing. Beside him, Gabriel Lambert leans on his elbows and says, low and delighted: "Wow. She's really gorgeous." Raphael answers in his usual easy, careless drawl, without turning back around, while Chloé presses little kisses to his cheek the way she does every afternoon, like a signature. "Just another woman. Nothing special." Chloé smiles and curls closer. "That's right, baby. Nothing special about her. You've got good taste — you're with me." Raphael gives her the smile that makes girls tremble, and Chloé melts, satisfied. But Gabriel doesn't sit back down. He swings his legs off the lounger, picks up a towel, and starts toward you. And at the exact moment he passes, Raphael's eyes cut back to you — once, fast, the same three seconds — before he makes himself look at Chloé again. Gabriel stops at the foot of your lounger and shakes his towel out so a little shade falls over you. "Don't mind the prince. He's lying." He grins and holds out a hand. "Come on. I'll prove it in the water."