When Jennifer Kingsley agrees to be her best friend Adrian Lawrence's real girlfriend, she's been waiting two weeks to be quick. But when Adrian enters control, Jennifer sees all her control and disappearing. Pierre is nothing like his sweet brother at first. He is demanding and strict. He gets what he wants, and when he decides he wants Jenny, things aren't as easy as comparables. Will Jennifer give in to his seduction techniques or will she walk away unscathed in two weeks? What would you do if the person you confessed your love to doesn't reciprocate? You go into depression or denial. When Pierre categorically tells Jennifer that he doesn't believe in love, she is broken. But when you have an awesome best friend, an even more possessive Pierre than before, and determination, Jennifer knows she can have whatever she wants from Pierre. But she can only achieve this in one way. Seducing him.
View More"Jenny, honey bear!" I heard a loud scream and groaned inwardly.
I turned and looked at my best friend, Adrian, who always thought he could come to my cafe whenever he wanted.— Yes, Adrian? I asked sarcastically, knowing he was probably there because he'd taken a break from work and wanted to piss me off. I didn't mean to be rude, he was my best friend, after all, but he was a pain in the ass sometimes.“I'm making that lasagna you love today. He smiled, but I saw something in his eyes. And I really couldn't tell at first what it was.— What is the occasion? I asked, putting away some files.Adrian looked away uncomfortably. He was probably the easiest guy to get along with I ever came across. There was something about Adrian that attracted me almost instantly. It was impossible not to like him. He was beautiful, really beautiful. With his half-French, half-Italian ancestry, he definitely attracted attention wherever he went.His hair was dark brown, his face perfectly chiseled. He was, without a doubt, a Greek god, and I was sure I could feel something for him if he wasn't gay. But Adrian, in addition to being gay, was an unassuming gay. No matter how many times I told him that it didn't matter to those who really loved him, that his sexuality was no big deal, he refused to believe me.“Ahm…” Adrian's voice snapped me out of my reverie. I gave him a confused look. “I have to ask you something.“And why can't you do it now? I asked, frowning. He was never a stranger unless he had some big favor to ask of me.“Because I'm hoping you're happy and drunk enough to say yes. he said shyly.I squinted at him.“Adrian Lawrence, what the hell are you up to?He stood up.— Bye, Jenny! See you at dinner! — Without waiting for me to answer, he left. I glanced at the door, wondering what he had in mind right now. The last time he'd done something like this, I'd ended up at a stripper club. And that was a story I would be happy if I could forget.The phone rang and I picked it up, using the most professional tone I could.— King's Coffee.— Jennifer! My mother greeted me and I smiled. - How are you? You didn't answer your cell, so I had to call your office. Are you busy?- Hi Mom. - I answered. “I'm not busy, I was just talking to Adrian. What was it?“I just called to let you know you're having a visitor soon. She said and I frowned.Realizing that she wouldn't be the one to come see me, I asked. — A visit from whom?— From Mr. Harrison. she said and I felt a pang of annoyance inside me. I heard some decks in the background, and then a damn loud sound. “Oh dear, your father managed to nail his finger with the hammer again, I'll calm him down, so see you later. Take care dear!-Bye mom. I said as she hung up. I put the phone back in its place and resisted the urge to bang my head on the table. I had enough problems in my life and Mr. Harrison became one more to add to all the others. He was convinced that he could solve all my problems with his magical Midas Touch and I hated him for it.- MS. Kingsley? My cafe manager Nella poked her head into the office. “We have a client wanting to see you.I raised my eyebrows. - Because?“He said he'd rather discuss this with you. She said and I groaned, knowing who it was. I got up and walked out of the office, smoothing my pencil skirt. Mr. Harrison was standing in the center of the cafe with a smile on his face.- What you want? I asked, not caring if I sounded too rude."That's no way to talk to your…" he began and before he could continue the sentence, I glared at him, making him shut up.“Look, if you want a drink, you're welcome, but I'm busy right now, so I'm sorry. With that I walked away, leaving him frowning behind me.I turned and looked in the mirror, wondering if my ass looked too big in the dress. I was all dressed up for dinner at Adrian's apartment, as I didn't know if it would just be the two of us that night. Personally, I preferred to go in a bathrobe and fluffy slippers.I wore a navy blue dress with a low neckline, stopping just above the knee. I put on my heels and took only my cell phone. As soon as I arrived at Adrian's apartment, I was surprised to see the door already open.— Adrian? I yelled cautiously, looking for any scene of a possible murder or a thief.“I'm getting dressed, Jenny! - He screamed. — Help yourself to wine. Or whatever you prefer.I took off my sandals, knowing now that it would just be us. I should have gone in a bathrobe anyway, so I cursed him for not giving me more details about the night. I walked over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. Normally, I didn't drink anything very strong, but the liquor supply he had in his house was limited. I poured myself some whiskey, and then I saw Adrian walk in, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. The sight of him like that would make any woman drool, but I was way beyond that stage. I raised an eyebrow at him."Couldn't you have told me you weren't dressed?" I said and he chuckled, pouring himself a glass of whiskey."But it's so fun to see your face!" Maybe we can hang around the clubs in town later. he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows from side to side.- No, thank you. - I refused. “What did you want to tell me?He placed the glass on the table. - Let's have dinner!I squinted at his suspicious behavior, but he walked into the dining room without another word. What he wanted to say to me must be something important for him to act this way. And his attitude was filling me with curiosity.In the middle of dinner I couldn't take it anymore. So I looked at him and demanded.“Adrian Lawrence,” I snapped, “you better tell me right now what's going on, or I swear—”“Oops, calm down, Jenny. he said, putting his hands up. “Just promise not to go crazy.I raised an eyebrow but remained serious.— My parents want me to go to their house. - He said.- AND? I said, slurring the words.“I told my mom I have a girlfriend, and she said I have to take her along. I can't say no now because it's late as my brother confirmed it too so I have to be there. He said it so fast I had to strain my ears to catch the words.- Girlfriend? I swallowed hard. - Who is your girlfriend?“And that's exactly where you come in. He said with a hopeful smile and I understood. But I refused right away.- No.— Please, Jenny. — My best friend begged me. I shook my head. I couldn't do that, I wouldn't.Adrian wanted me to pretend to be his girlfriend? This was ridiculous.- No! I nearly screamed, my voice breaking a little as he made a sad face at me. Oh my God. It was as if it were written, I would give in to him.— Please, Jenny. he pleaded again. “Just two weeks, I promise. Just think of it as a vacation only.“Going on vacation has nothing to do with being my gay best friend girlfriend. I said firmly, but lowered my head when I felt like I was going to give in."Jennifer..." He took his time to continue and I looked at him. "You know I can't tell... I can't...- Two weeks. That is all. I finally relented and he smiled, pulling me into a bear hug. I stood there for a while, before finally hugging him back. I would do it for him. After all, that's what best friends are for.Calm down, Jennifer. Remember to breathe. You have time. I repeated to myself all the time. The problem is, it's hard to focus on these things when you're in excruciating pain that feels like it's going to rip a part of your body off. “I'm here, man. Pierre's calm, reassuring voice wasn't helping either. I knew it was meant to be comforting, but if he said it one more time, I'd throw the first thing my hand could reach at his head. Adrian was driving like a madman down the street and I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to get into the operating room right away. I had been stubborn and waited until the last minute, apparently. If I'd decided to go to the hospital the night before, we wouldn't be swearing at slow drivers or running through traffic lights at noon. “Adrian, go faster. She's crushing my hand. - Pierre said in a pained voice. I had taken her hand by the time I got in the car and she must have been white from my blood pressure. "Pierre, I'm not going to... aaaaaaaah!"
The next day the cyclone was still raging, which meant me and him stuck together in the villa. And after last night, I really don’t want to see Pierre at all, or his smirk. I walked to the huge study and started browsing books. The only good thing about my husband was that he had huge collections of books. I smiled at books from my favourite author. I took one and curled up on the recliner.As I opened the book, the smell wafted through my noise. I always found the smell of old book…amazing. “I wonder why I am seeing you everywhere” I heard his voice and turned towards the door. He was standing there, walking towards the desk. Unlike other days, he was wearing faded jeans and black t-shirt. He looked almost human but for the anger in his eyes. However, his face looked weird.I frowned. “What’s wrong?”“Why do you assume something is wrong?” he looked quite surprised by my question.“If everything was fine you would have a scowl on your face and your taunts would have
“Hey wake up” I heard his voice. Did I hear concern in his voice? Why was everything blank anyways?I felt cold hands on my arms, shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes to see a very angry Pierre. He sighed. “The next time you run off, its over.” He said and helped me up. I looked down and saw the bloody hole I fell into. Who digs a hole in the middle of a path?We walked all the way to the house with him grumpy and mumbling how stupid I was. The sky went from sunny morning to a grey dark. “Shit” my husband stopped in front of me and I bumped right on his back. He was looking up “It’s going to rain” he said and turned to me.“I trust you have enough energy to run?” he asked and I nodded. By the time we reached the house however, we were both soaked. I walked immediately to my room and headed for a warm bath. It was nice to soak in bubbly warm water after being in the dirt and running though my feet hurt like hell after my fall.I stared at the ceiling, wondering again,
It feels great when what one thinks actually happens. Two days since we arrived on the island and Pierre was still stuck in his study with his laptop and phone. I on the other hand, had the privilege to tour the beautiful island. On the north was an amazing sandy beach with a myriad of clear blue water and the sunny sky. The south of the island however, there was this gorgeous cliff with huge waves crashing onto them. This island was amazing. I was only able to tour the north and south in the two days. “You are free to do whatever you want to. There is only us and the house staff on the island, so you should be safe from paparazzi as well” Pierre had said before disappearing into the study. Well at least that put my mind to rest. I was able to enjoy this holiday. “Breakfast!” I heard the familiar voice call. Ever since we came, I had not seen him at all. When I turned, it was to find the business magnate Pierre gone, and a very tired looking one instead. However, unlike the usual b
I glanced at Adrian as he reached my side at the altar. Fucking asshole. “If you weren't my brother, you have no idea what I would do to you, you idiot. I muttered. Adrian smiled shamelessly. - But I am. “Thank heavens for that. I looked at him. Then smile. “The best thing our parents did was give me a brother. Before he could answer anything, the wedding march started playing, and my girl came on the scene. My breath caught, and once again I was reminded of what a lucky bastard I was that this wonderful woman wanted to marry me. She had a charming smile on her face, and walked down the aisle with both parents, one on each arm. One thing that could only come from Jennifer Kingsley Harrison. It only made me love her more. When she reached me, she bit her bottom lip and gave me a smile that was as beautiful as it was intimate. That smile was just for me. - Hey. she whispered as she threaded her fingers through mine. “You're a cat. “You're not bad either. I whispered back, a smile
- Are you going to marry. Adrian's voice was stunned. As if he didn't know beforehand, or as if he'd just heard about it. I raised my eyebrows. “That's why we're here, and I'm in a wedding dress. — Shit. You are indeed getting married. he repeated. I frowned and was about to ask if he still had a hangover, but then he spoke again. “You should remain a spinster full of cats. “I hate cats, Adrian. I laughed at him. - Even so. Who's stupid enough to marry you? - His brother. Stop playing the repressed bitch at my marriage. “I'm not being repressed. Adrian smiled at me and then hugged me. - You look beautiful. My brother won't know what hit him. But I admit I'm a little jealous that you're getting married and I'm not. “Maybe you can drag Dylan to a little chapel here in Vegas. Has he rested from the trip? Dylan didn't come to Vegas with us, he had some errands to do before he left England, but he got on a plane a few hours later so he arrived just as Adrian and I were back from
Pierre stared at me expectantly. I was teary-eyed and my words stuck in my throat. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't say no. Honestly, when I met Pierre I never imagined, not even in my wildest dreams, that he would be my husband. And here he was now, waiting for an answer that was sure to be clear on my face like the moon outside. - Yea. He let out an audible sigh. I laughed and brushed the tears away with the back of my hands, then he walked over to the little table, opened the box and knelt down. “Jennifer Kingsley Harrison, it's a great honor to make you my bride. Thank you for accepting to make my life a happier life. He put the ring on my finger, stood up and pulled me to him. We pressed our lips together and walked over to the bed. "Why don't you let me put that rack's lingerie over there?" I asked against his mouth as he kissed me. “We can skip that part. He slipped his hands behind my back and unbuttoned my bra. “And go straight to the end of the night. I smile
“Wake up, sleepyhead. I heard a noise in the distance. — Hey. Wake up. I felt soft kisses on my back. "Are you really going to want to stay in bed with the day I've prepared for us?" Teeth started playing with my ear. Hands cupped my ass and then my breasts. Okay, now I was wide awake. — Hmm. “Finally, an answer. And then, the hands were gone. “You weren't supposed to stop. I grumbled. “I'd love to start the day with sex, but we're going to have a full day. Pierre laughed, a low, husky sound. "But what about postponing it to the end of the day and the beginning of the night?" If all goes well, I hope to be inside you before nine. I turned my head back and saw a small mischievous smile on his lips. "Pierre Lawrence, what are you up to?" - Stand up. he just replied. He kissed my forehead and got out of bed. I stretched out still under the sheets and decided to find out what he was doing. I took a quick shower and went to meet him on the bedroom balcony. The view
“If I didn't want you all wet, we wouldn't have come here. Then he raised a naughty eyebrow. The next second I was in the icy water and felt it taking over my whole body. — Pierre Lawrence. I coughed and cursed him a thousand different things. The cretin just laughed. I splashed water on him, making him cough too. He did the same, instantly making me feel colder. This went on for some time, until the temperature of the water no longer mattered. “Shall we go swimming?” he suggested, and I nodded. He was pretty sure we looked like crazy people, swimming and playing in the water in the middle of the night like we were kids, but we didn't care. - Cum! — When he suddenly screamed, I swam to his side. - What happened? “Just a damn crab. he muttered, and I started to laugh. - It's not funny. He grumbled, sounding like a child. “Oh, yes it is. He took my hand, pulling me to him. - Come here. You are so beautiful. Normally, I would have shied away, especially since I was
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