Ferveur
The intensity of feeling or expression; intense heat. Passion.
He smiled. “So what? When was the last time you took a day off?”
She stared at him. “I don’t know. A year ago.”
He shrugged. “You’re too much of a workaholic. One day of rest wouldn’t hurt.”
“Justin…I can’t…”
He grinned. He pulled her hand and made her sit back on the bed beside him.
“Miss Workaholic!” he teased. “I think you’re in dire need of a vacation. Learn to lighten up a bit. You’re doing well with everything you do. You’re smarter than that sister of yours. You can’t prove yourself to be book-wise all the time. You know what I believe in? The person who lived more out of life is the more successful one. Chill okay?”
Hearing Justin say those words made Adrienne realize that she never gave
“You mean… what do you mean?” she stammered.Justin Adams couldn’t possibly be crazy about me!He looked away from her. “I’m sure this Troy character is crazy about you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be sticking around like what he’s doing now, considering you don’t see each other much.”Shit! I just ruined that perfect moment, didn’t I?It suddenly felt awkward.This is Justin Adams! Hello! Hotshot playboy who could have any woman he wants! Women who are on the A-list, even royalty!“Justin…” she started.He just stared at her for a while.“You meant…Troy, right?” She asked in a broken voice.He shrugged. “He is the current and official boyfriend, isn’t he?”What kind of an answer is that?!She gazed at him. She knew she didn’t have any right to get m
Junpu manpan Japanese. Translation: Smooth Sailing. It was true. Adrienne was never the same. Her spirits soared so much higher when she went to work. She didn’t dress in boring square pants and skirts anymore. She still exuded an executive look and yet became…foxy! She didn’t wear glasses anymore. She just kept them with her whenever she read or wrote. She frequently styled her hair down, either straight or in perfect waves behind her shoulders. She actually loved its red highlights. It made her look smart and naughty at the same time. She became a little worried, though. On the fourteenth day since they began seeing each other, she still expected Justin to walk away. Two weeks. This was his reputation. After two weeks, he would just disappear like a bubble. She sighed on her desk and promised herself that she wouldn’t get hurt. That she would accept things as they were. When he walked away, she would still be t
RéaliserFrench. Etymology of the word: Realize“Justin…this isn’t the time okay? I need a good timing to tell them about us. I’ve kept it hidden for so long and they would hate me if they found out I didn’t share something this huge with them,” she explained.“Do you realize that every day you don’t tell them is keeping it from them longer? I’m still gonna be with you tomorrow, Adrienne. And the days after. If you don’t tell them today, you will only increase the number of days that you have lied to them. They are your best friends. And besides, I wanted to meet them. I know Jill, but I’ve had to pretend I didn’t because you didn’t want her to know about us.”She sighed and went to his side. “I need more time. I need the perfect timing. And the perfect spiel.” She felt desperate.He stared at her. “Why didn’t you tell t
She spun around and found Justin sleeping beside her. She blinked to make sure that she had actually woken up and didn’t imagine this. She bit her lip and took a deep breath. She prayed: If this is a dream, don’t wake me up! ‘Coz this is just too darned romantic right now!She watched him sleep. He wore only a pair of pajama bottoms.How could he be here? He said he would be in Chicago for a week. It had only been four days.She took her mobile phone on the bedside table. She didn’t have any messages. She sent a message to Jill, saying she cannot go to work that day.“Headache. Bad one. But don’t worry about me. I’ll call you later.”She gazed at Justin again. And then she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.He tightened his arms around her. “Adrienne,” he whispered.She smiled to herself, closed her eyes and went back to sleep.S
SalaisuusFinnish for Secret“Have…we met before?” he asked.Standing half a meter away from him, she got the chance to look at him further. He was taller than her, probably as tall as Justin. He appeared lean, and the white long-sleeved shirt he wore outlined a bit of his well-toned physique.She would have remembered meeting him. He was very—and she meant very—good-looking. Like he stepped out of the covers of a magazine. But she was positive she hasn’t seen him around yet. But something about him seemed oddly familiar.She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”“Sorry. I thought I’ve seen you before.” He smiled, flashing her his perfect set of teeth and deep, adorable dimples on either side of his cheeks, just beside his lips. Then he reached forward and extended his hand to her. “I’m Jin. Jin Starck.”She stared at hi
Kidnappad.Swedish for KidnappedIn Justin’s heavily tinted Ferrari, no one could see her even in broad daylight. She still wondered where he would take her. She still worried that somebody could recognize him. Why did he have to be quite famous in this state? Why did he have to be the City’s most wanted?Adrienne realized that they reached the airport and Justin used a private entrance.“Where are we going?”He just grinned at her.Finally, he stopped the engine in what seemed to be a private parking lot.He got out of the car and rounded it to open the door for her. He took her hand in his. She noticed there were people around, and a guy followed them, carrying a small traveling bag with him.Adrienne stared at Justin nervously.“Justin…I’m getting really freaked out,” she whispered.He laughed. “Your problem has always been that you didn&rsquo
Liberté.The French Translation of Freedom.When Adrienne woke up, she found that Justin had gone from the room. She went to the bathroom to freshen up. Justin walked in just as she was putting on her boots.“Hey, where have you been?”“Having a chat with the pilot,” he replied. “Can you fly a plane?” she asked.He grinned. “I have a license. I don’t think they give it out to just anybody.”She smiled. “Justin Adams, the pilot. What else don’t I know about you?”She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. “A lot. But that’s why you’re going on a weekend date with me, right? So I can show you what I’m like when I’m…unrestrained.”Adrienne laughed. “Nice choice of word.&rd
They pulled away from each other and looked at the person who just interrupted their moment.Adrienne saw a very good-looking guy with sparkling blue eyes, a shade almost similar to Justin’s. His blond hair was peeking out from under his helmet.“This is a sight you don’t see every day,” the guy teased, seeming to be taunting them…particularly Justin. “Actually, it’s a sight you don’t see ever!”“What are you doing here?” Justin asked in an annoyed tone.The guy lifted the snowboard he held with his right arm.“This is why the plane was unavailable yesterday? We were going to the same place, and you didn’t want to share, Just?” His eyes danced and he obviously succeeded in needling Justin. Then his eyes went to Adrienne. He studied her quickly and then he smiled. “Of course, now, I understand why.”“Go away, Gian!” Justin sai