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
Adrian shook his head at me, taking my hand and pulling me with him. The house was locked and Adrian went around, taking the key from under a rock. I raised my eyebrows as he opened the door. The smell of dust greeted us. This place looked like it hadn't been used in years. All the furniture was covered in dust and only a few pictures remained on the wall. I immediately made my way to them. Adrian started to say something about the construction, but I didn't have an ear for him. I was ashamed to admit it, but I was more interested in finding out what Pierre was like when he was young. I looked at a family photo that was taken outside the house, overlooking the lake. Mr. Lawrence looked proudly at the family as Pierre and Adrian dropped to their knees for Marie. I felt Adrian stand beside me, then a laugh escaped his lips. “Oh, I remember that. He laughed softly, as if reliving the memory. I turned to look at him. - AND? “Pierre and I were fighting over Mom. We always did. So my f
Insomnia? I looked at Pierre in shock, swallowing. I was speechless. What do you say when someone tells you they have insomnia? Laughing at him wasn't really an option, nor was asking if he was okay, I guess. “Uh…” I stuttered. - I need to go. Without waiting for him to respond, I fled to the bedroom. I was a coward, I know that, but I wouldn't be able to say anything. And I was an expert at getting away. The first thing I did when I got to mine was grab my laptop and type insomnia into the search box. “Insomnia is a sleep disorder where there is an inability to fall asleep or stay asleep for a long time. While the term is sometimes used to describe a disorder demonstrated by polysomnographic evidence of disturbed sleep, this sleep disorder is often practically defined as a positive response..." “You could have just asked me to tell you what insomnia is. I jumped when I heard Pierre's voice behind me. I turned around with my hand over my heart, and looked at him, stunned. Damn i
I moaned as his tongue found mine, dominating me. I wasn't an easily dominated person, but somehow with Pierre I liked to lose control. He made me want to lose control. He made me want him like I've never wanted anyone in my life. — Oh… Pierre. I said as his lips descended to my neck, making me arch my back, wanting him to take me completely. He nibbled my neck, sucking on it, making me lose the last shreds of self-control I had. My hands worked to unbutton his shirt, and I spread my palm across his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles. I traced a finger around his nipple, eliciting a moan from him. He flipped me over, causing my laptop to fall to the floor. I looked up in surprise, wanting to yell at Pierre. My notebook! Pierre didn't give me a chance to talk as his lips found mine again. “I'll buy you a new one. he whispered against my lips, and before I could protest, he kissed me in a punishing rhythm. I sucked in a breath as he left my mouth, making him smile at me. Pi
Pierre looked at me, stunned. - Are you sure? I shook my head. “I can't let anything happen to them, they're my parents. Pierre gently wiped away the tears and kissed my forehead. “Are you doing this just because of the threats, Jennifer? Don't let them get to you. “Can't you see what's going on here? “I almost yelled at him. “I don't want to become a stupid heiress just because I was born to them. I don't want the damn money! But they own one of the biggest companies in England and Frederich has been named lord! If he says he's going to destroy my parents, he will! By the end of my speech, I was exhausted and sobbing. Pierre didn't say anything, pulling me into his arms and letting me cry. Most. Suddenly he stood up with me still in his arms. He set me down, my hands instantly reaching out to touch his arms because I felt my feet shaky. “Go clean up, we're going out. I grimaced. - Where? Pierre gave me a dark look. “Just go get cleaned up, Jennifer. And don't w
My breath hitched. My heart felt like it was ready to jump out of my rib cage. I smiled, and I knew I probably looked like the goofiest person in town. Pierre's eyes lit up and he smiled at me. Not one of his infamous smiles or his "I have a secret." Before I could say anything, though, Pierre's phone rang and he turned his attention to it. — Adrian. - He greeted. "Yeah, she's with me.... We're on the way to Dad's office... What?... Alright... Yeah... Do you want me to tell her?... Better Adrian .Even though I hadn't heard the entire conversation, I recognized Pierre's frustrated tone at the end. We weren't going to see Adrian. He was busy again. I grabbed my phone and just as I was about to call Adrian, Pierre spoke up. — Jennifer. His voice was soft, as if he were talking to a cornered animal that would attack him at any moment. “Adrian has to attend a council meeting. Let's join you for dinner, all right? I shrugged, not wanting to answer. In the midst of all this
The people who seem the strongest are usually the most broken. I knew how hard it was to lose someone you love. When I looked into Pierre's face, my heart broke. Pierre held my hand tightly, tears streaming down his face. I wanted to break. But I knew I couldn't. I had to be strong for both of us. I just held his hand in silence, offering the solace and comfort of knowing someone was with him. When we're looking for comfort, most of us don't look for someone to ask us what's wrong. We don't want sympathy, we don't want pity, we don't want regret. We don't want that constant "are you okay?" and most importantly, we don't want someone to give us false security. We seek comfort in simple physical contact. We just want reassurance that we have someone to support us and not someone who is going to question and judge us at our every move. And now I knew that was exactly what Pierre wanted. I couldn't ask him what was wrong, it was right in front of me. I couldn't tell you th
I shrugged. - I don't know. “Do you want to go see Adrian? He is waiting for you. - No. “I was surprised myself by how harsh that sounded. But it was true. I didn't want to see Adrian. He had to know that I wouldn't be there for him at the convenience, all the time. — Jennifer. Pierre sighed. “I don't want to see him. — I protested. “Why should I be at his disposal and called when he doesn't do the same for me? - He has a... - Job. I finished for him cautiously. “Tell me something new. You know, you're the supposedly successful gazillioniare, who owns hundreds of businesses, but I haven't seen you go to work like you're a junkie. Pierre raised his eyebrows in obvious surprise. — Gazillioniare? I shook my head. “That's what people say about you. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to swallow them back. Shit. He shouldn't know this. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and a blush covered my cheeks. - People? Are you spying on me, Ms. Ki
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