— P-Pierre! I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, when all I wanted to do was scream. He thrust and then pumped his fingers incessantly in and out of me, and I knew immediately that I was lost, heading into a great abyss of no return. — Pierre! I groaned as I dropped into the abyss. He looked at me and very slowly, tantalizingly slow, licked his fingers. The buzz of my cell phone broke the moment and I glanced at the caller ID. Adrian. Cum. I looked at Pierre with wide eyes. Oh my God. I couldn't believe what had happened there. I pushed him away and quickly hid my naked body with the covers. Pierre looked at me like a predator, a wild gleam in his eyes. “You need to leave. - I said. “I'm not going anywhere. I sighed. “This was just one time. A lapse in common sense on my part. I'm with Adrian. I can not do it. To say that Pierre looked angry would be the understatement of the century. He looked absolutely furious. “You weren't thinking about him when you were moaning my name.
I heard the emotion in his voice, and although I didn't know where we were, the emotion seeped through me as well. I smiled as we got out of the car. Then I looked at the building in front of me. It was something like a cross between a church and a normal house. The gardens were immaculately maintained and I could hear low chatter within. Pierre walked over to me and squeezed my hand in his. My breath hitched, and I looked down to where our fingers were intertwined. 'Is this a church?' I asked as we walked to the place. - Somehow. Pierre replied vaguely, making me scowl. I chose not to respond, instead I just wanted to wait and see what it was. As soon as we entered the building, I heard collective screams. — Pierre! I looked at the 20 kids running towards us. Pierre laughed and bent down, opening his arms to the children. I was pretty sure my jaw was on the floor. The children fought for Pierre's attention, and I felt like a voyeur. Looking from the outside, witnessing something
We drive to the Lawrence mansion in silence. I didn't know what to say, how to make Pierre's mood improve. It was clearly obvious to me that Andreas was too close to Pierre's heart, he loved him like a son. And Andreas only had two months to live from now on. Would that be the best thing for the poor boy? Could it be that it means you have to prepare for the sadness that is about to enter your life? Could it be that the fact that someone close to your heart will die, but will have peace, makes it anything but painful? I looked out the window, lost in my thoughts. A feeling of warmth washed over me and I turned to see Pierre squeezing my hand over the car console. And he didn't even seem to notice it. A small blush covered my cheeks, but I just shrugged. I really liked that Pierre sought me out for comfort. Somehow, in some fucked up way, it made me feel almost special to him. “I never told anyone about Andreas. Pierre spoke after a while. “Not my mother. Not my father. Not even Adria
Pierre looked at me, concern evident in his eyes. - What happened? I shook my head, looking down. They were here. They were having sex here. Frederich and Shelly were my worst nightmare. They could do anything and they'd said it a million times. I knew what they wanted, but I wasn't stupid. I wasn't willing to sign my own death certificate. — Jennifer. Pierre said firmly, making me look at him. “We need to leave. I muttered. “I don't know where. Frederich and Shelly... "Frederich and Shelly?" Who are they? Pierre asked, frowning. He picked up the phone and pressed a few buttons. I watched numbly as he pressed the phone to his ear. “Adrian, what did you say to her? Pierre asked with anger leaking from his voice. "What the fuck is this?... Okay, well... I'll take you to my hotel... But you better explain this to me tomorrow." Pierre looked at me worriedly and said, "Let's finish the food, shall we?" I nodded, getting up, or trying anyway. Pierre tugged on my hand, making it impos
There are some things in life that no matter how hard you try, you don't want to accept. We know it's true, but apprehension doesn't let us believe it. The possibility of it being something so horrible, that just thinking it might be real is unacceptable, scares us. And now, looking at Pierre, I knew he was barely digesting this news. It's not every day that the simple owner of a small cafe says she's the heiress to a billion-dollar company. Pierre looked at me as if I had just spoken Aramaic. I looked at Adrian, who looked as nervous as I felt. He walked around the room and I just stared at the floor, wishing a hole would open up and swallow me. Suddenly, the idea of running away from here didn't seem so bad. "Are you the daughter of Frederich and Shelly Harrison?" Pierre finally snapped, an underlying accusation in his voice. - Yea. I replied, almost patting myself on the back because my voice came out strong. - He is sure? Pierre asked and I raised my eyebrows at him. He quick
- It is clear. he said, a little forcefully. “I had business, so I stayed at the hotel. I don't know where Adrian is…Jennifer too, mama…Yes, I'll call him and let him know if I know…Yes, mama…" Then his expression changed to horrified, which seemed a little comical. — I love you troppo, mama. As soon as Pierre cut the call, Adrian started laughing. Pierre looked at him, and I bit my lip and cheeks to keep from laughing too. The horrified look on Pierre's face was very funny. A laugh burst from my lips unintentionally and Pierre turned his penetrating gaze on me. His face went from stoic to smooth in a millisecond, taking me by surprise. “What happened then? - Pierre asked. Jenny asked her parents. Adrian answered for me. “Actually, she confronted them. And her parents told her that everything Frederich was saying was true. They were unable to have children and most of the adoptions they tried failed. When they were about to give up hope, the Harrisons entered the game. They just wan
“Take a deep breath, man. Pierre muttered when we arrived at Lawrence Manor. Our hands were clasped over the console, and I looked up at him, fear evident in my eyes. Pierre's dark eyes bored into mine. - I will be with you. And my idiot brother too. I managed a small smile, unbuckling my seat belt and getting out of the car. Pierre grimaced, but soon replaced it with a blank look I already recognized. And he hated it. As we walked to the house, a scene that looked like something out of a movie greeted us. Marta and Shelly were laughing and drinking wine, and a part of me wondered who in their right mind would drink wine at 11 am. They were all fake laughs, no doubt, sizing each other up. A high-pitched laugh snapped me out of my reverie. I wanted to run out the door I'd just walked through. — Ciao, mama. Pierre greeted and the eyes of the two women went up to us. Shelly assessed Pierre and under her icy gaze I squirmed. I had to admit, she looked fine. She was impeccably dressed i
Pierre's past? I looked at Adrian curiously, waiting for him to say something. Anything. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about Pierre's past. I was wondering. - AND? “I requested when he refused to say anything. We got in the car and Adrian started driving while I waited for answers. Adrian shot me an irritated look at my insistence. “I can't tell you, Jenny. Pierre would kill me if he knew. I shook my head. We drove in silence until Adrian spoke again. "So... You know Dylan, right?" I raised my eyebrows. “Yes, he works across from my cafe. What about him? - He is gay. - Adrian stated. - I know. I replied quickly, not knowing where this was going. “And…” Adrian stopped before continuing. “He asked me out. He finished quietly. - Which? Adrian took a deep breath before repeating the phrase. Louder this time. “He asked me out. Oh my. Other? - Which?! I exclaimed, surprised. 'How did he know?' Since Adrian said he was gay, he was the one who usually asked guys out. T
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