The future is scary. And when you know what the future holds, maybe it's even scarier. Just knowing doesn't mean acceptance becomes easier. Death is always lurking. Waiting for us, trying to kiss us until the climax comes. Pierre looked at me like I was crazy. And maybe I deserved that look. What was I saying? miracles? But that was the first thing that came to my mind. “The doctor gave you limited days, Jennifer. Pierre said, his face grim. “I don't really believe in miracles right now. I bit my tongue. I shouldn't have said that. That was the wrong thing to say. “I'm sorry, Pierre. I was just trying to make you feel better. “That doesn't make me feel any better, Jennifer. It just makes everything worse. Pierre turned to me. - I'm sorry. I whispered. Pierre looked at me, anger shining in his eyes. "Does saying make it easier?" Nothing will make it any easier. Tears threatened to fight their way down my face at the way he was talking to me, but I knew I had t
"Jennifer..." Pierre's voice came from the doorway. I was still in Andreas' bed, holding him close to me, refusing to let go. He was only ten years old! There was so much more for him to see. He still had a lot to do. He had to travel the world. He had to spend more time with Pierre. He had to spend more time with me. The monitor had long since stopped beeping, but I refused to let it go. I could not. — Jenny. I looked up to see Adrian along with Pierre. He had a broken look on his face. - Which? — I croaked. “We need to go. - Pierre spoke this time. Fear and sadness were evident in his voice. “We can't leave Andreas alone! I almost screamed. — Jenny. Adrian said, and I almost saw the tears in his eyes. “You have to let Andreas go. “No…” I looked into Andreas's handsome face. He wasn't dead! He was just sleeping. His letter was crushed in my hand. There was a lot more written in it, on the other side, where I hadn't read it yet. Pierre entered the room, rea
His death affected me more than I thought it would. He had become something of a son to me. I could still remember his funeral. As if it were a movie. A real movie right in front of me. “You need to control yourself. Pierre turned to me. “Lock your thoughts. - I'm sorry. I whispered. Pierre's face instantly softened. “I know Andreas' death hasn't been easy, but he wouldn't want you stuck in our room for a week, would he? I shrugged. “Come on, Jennifer! Pierre sighed, exasperated. - Get out. My eyes widened. - Which? - We're going out. Go take a shower and come back. I want you dressed in an hour and a half, or God help me... - I do not want to go out! — I protested. - I don't mind. Pierre looked at me. “We're leaving now. Or else, I'll call Adrian. - No! I almost screamed. - I will. The last time Pierre called Adrian, he literally pulled me out of bed and threw me into the icy spray of the shower. - I'll make the coffee. Pierre smiled at me. - Wear so
When your past meets the present, a confrontation is inevitable. But when your past meets your present and that present is a possessive, boastful, arrogant gazillionaire, confrontation becomes an understatement. Pierre's hand instantly went around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My eyes met his and I saw the fire in them. — Hi Scott. I smiled uncomfortably at him. “I was in the area so I thought I'd see your parents. And of course, I wanted to see her. My breath caught when Pierre's hand pressed hard on my waist. I felt him tense up. - See me? - Yea. - Scott smiled. — I saw the press release. It felt so surreal. — Oh. “I grimaced. That's why he was here. Because I was suddenly famous and my photo was trending all over the world? An awkward silence filled the room. I was suddenly aware that all eyes were on me. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" Pierre asked, his voice huskier than ever. I knew right away that I shouldn't play around on the job. “This is Sc
When your past meets the present, a confrontation is inevitable. But when your past meets your present and that present is a possessive, boastful, arrogant gazillionaire, confrontation becomes an understatement. Pierre's hand instantly went around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My eyes met his and I saw the fire in them. — Hi Scott. I smiled uncomfortably at him. “I was in the area so I thought I'd see your parents. And of course, I wanted to see her. My breath caught when Pierre's hand pressed hard on my waist. I felt him tense up. - See me? - Yea. - Scott smiled. — I saw the press release. It felt so surreal. — Oh. “I grimaced. That's why he was here. Because I was suddenly famous and my photo was trending all over the world? An awkward silence filled the room. I was suddenly aware that all eyes were on me. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" Pierre asked, his voice huskier than ever. I knew right away that I shouldn't play around on the job. “This is Sc
“Let's get out of here before I decide to go through with my threat. He turned away from me, walking to the door. I laughed. — Pierre? He turned and looked at me questioningly. “You might want to put it on your shirt before you go downstairs. A look of embarrassment crossed Pierre's face, making me laugh. He pulled the shirt on, buttoning it quickly. He took my hand in his and pulled me down the stairs. Fortunately, Scott was gone. And as my mother put it so well, he really didn't have any appetite after seeing me with Pierre. And for that, Pierre was more than happy with the outcome of everything. In the end, lunch was fun. Pierre got along really well with my parents and I got bouncy about it. He and my dad talked about anything, and he even playfully flirted with my mom, making her laugh out loud. “We must go. I muttered. “I haven't been to my cafe in… pft, a long time. I looked at Pierre. “Can you leave me there? Pierre agreed. After saying our goodbyes, Pierr
There are two distinct types of post-sex morning. One that makes us red in the face, where we pick up our shoes, calmly put on our clothes, and take the glorious walk of shame. All this in the hope that you never see the person again. And there's the rainbow and the morning sun. Where you cuddle with your partner. Every little whisper makes you smile, and the sun's rays aren't that annoying. Your heart is in ecstasy when you know you are in love, and you feel that nothing will ever replace that feeling. I've been staring at the ceiling of Pierre's vast bedroom for about an hour now. I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried and then we were bathed in the soft glow of the lights outside. I sighed as I remembered my words, the faux pas. A part of me was glad Pierre was asleep when I said those words. The three fatal words. I had to tell Adrian. I wanted to know what he thought, and what I should do. Adrian was the best person at handling cases like this. A small moan es
***Time after*** Adrian wanted to know what happened. Jennifer wasn't answering his calls, and he was getting worried now. The conversation from the night before kept going through his head like a broken record. He knew that telling Jennifer to tell Pierre that she loved him was a risk. But he hoped, for both their sakes, that Pierre was over what happened nearly ten years ago. So Adrian almost ran to her apartment, sighing in relief when he saw his bodyguards still there. He was still getting used to Jennifer being a celebrity. But Jennifer was his best friend, who loved people easily. She would go anywhere for the people she loved. She deserved to have all the love in the world in return. "Is Jennifer in there?" he asked them, even though he knew the answer. One of them agreed. - Yes sir. — And Pierre? Both looked at each other. — Mr. Lawrence left last night. Adrian's eyes widened. Cum. He opened the door with his key, cursing loudly at the sight in front of hi
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