I kissed him on the nose and he laughed. Then he took my hand in his and I felt funny. But I had to. We went downstairs, laughing as Adrian talked about planning our wedding. I froze as Marie and Pierre looked at us with interest and dark red covered my cheeks. He seemed to notice my discomfort and an evil mist appeared over his head. “Stop looking at her like that. If spaventar it. I gave Adrian a scolding look, not really liking what he said in Italian, knowing I didn't understand. “Oh, sorry dear. - Said Marie. “Come and sit down. Collie was about to serve the tea. Unfortunately I was sitting next to Pierre and Adrian sat on the other side of me. My body was suddenly on high alert. I was aware of how close we were sitting. If either of us moved an inch towards each other, we would be touching each other. Her different scent caught my attention and I suddenly found myself fantasizing. And worst of all, I wanted more. "So, Jenny, how's the coffee business going?" Marie asked.
'Who's Shelly?' Marie asked and my heart stopped for a second. Before I could respond, though, Adrian spoke. “Shelly is your manager for as long as she's here. We told you not to call us unless it's really important. There was some problem with the suppliers, so she panicked. “That doesn't sound like a good manager to me. - commented Pierre. I gave him a look and he just shrugged. — Since your coffee is so dear to you, I say. He added with a cynical smile. I gaped, such that my jaw was almost on the floor. I peeked a glance at Adrian, who was busy talking about Marie. I ignored Pierre and tried to pay attention to the delicious lemon cheesecake in front of me. I took a bite, savoring the taste and feeling the way it exploded in my taste buds. I felt Pierre's leg against mine and my gaze caught his. He was staring at his phone indifferently, but I saw the smile on his face. — Pierre! I whistled and his amused gaze met mine. — Yes, Miss. Kingsley? - He smiled. He k
The French doors were open and I looked out onto the lawn. I calmly walked and the view was really impressive. She took my breath away. I looked back at the lawn. Moonlight fell on him, bathing him. The white lights that were there only accentuated his beauty. There were small bushes and plants, and a vegetable garden in the far corner. The only thing missing was a lake. A small laugh escaped me as I thought about where I was hiding. I wrapped my hands around myself, the cold getting more intense. Even though Italy was very hot, I felt a chill. At least it wasn't raining. I smiled. “Beautiful, isn't it? Someone spoke behind me and I screamed, turning around. Pierre Lawrence stood behind me in all his glory. He looked so cute, and so…edible. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, leaving his beautiful chest on display. He raised an eyebrow at me. - MS. Kingsley? — Jennifer. — I corrected him. - Yea? “What are you doing out so late? he asked curiously, coming t
- Oh no. I laughed nervously. “It's just that I was expecting Adrian, and then he canceled, so I'm a little annoyed. "Do you miss Adrian, then?" - He asked. - Yea. I replied, aware that my statement had to be convincing for him to believe both of us. “That's good and bad at the same time. Pierre laughed. “But I assure you I won't leave you alone in this strange land. “That's comforting. I muttered dryly, making him laugh.“Must be, people here can get very lethal. - commented Pierre. I gave him a look of disbelief. He caught my gaze and smiled. — Where in the first place? “Breakfast would be nice. I replied, the ill effects of not having breakfast still washed over me now. “I know a place. - said Pierre. His phone rang and he plugged the device into his ear. It was only then that I realized he had a Bluetooth. — Yes, Noah. - He said. "Yeah... That's good... Not this week... I was serious... You what?" He turned to look at me. “I'll call you in awhile, Noah.
- Your mother? Pierre asked. Startled, I looked up, only to realize he was still here. Shit. - Ah yes? I said, knowing it sounded like a question. "She didn't want you to come here with my brother?" he asked, his eyes twinkling for some reason. I sighed. - It's complicated. She doesn't care, but she's a mother, isn't she? I think they are all like that. 'Why does she care?' Pierre asked, sounding genuinely curious. “You and Adrian have known each other for a long time. “My mom is just too worried. I said, hoping he would be satisfied with that. "Does she think you two can't spend so much time together?" he asked, a glint of happiness crossing his face. "Um... Can we go?" I asked, straying from the topic. Pierre was asking a lot of questions and those questions were pretty bad for the stupid act Adrian was letting me do. - Clear. Do you want to go anywhere? he asked very quickly. - No. I muttered, not wanting to do anything but curl up in the sheets and sleep,
— Jenny? I heard Adrian say and I jumped away from Pierre like he was on fire. Pierre had a grim look on his face as he looked at the approaching figure. Adrian walked towards us, dressed smartly in a suit, with a smile on his face. Half of me was mad at him, the other half happy that he'd come at the last minute and saved me from being raped by Pierre Lawrence. Okay, maybe I was overreacting, but I knew that once those luscious lips touched mine, I would be lost. — A-Adrian. I stuttered, trying to keep my voice normal. “What…why are you here early? “I told my dad that time spent with my awesome girlfriend was more important, and that I would help you with his stuff this afternoon. I swallowed hard. — Oh? Ahm... We were just getting some sun here. Adrian's face was crumpled with worry and confusion. “Are you okay, Jenny? You look a little pale. I shook my head. “Yes, yes… I am. I'm just a little tired. I got up from my chair. — I couldn't sleep last night, I'll try to sleep no
“That's very surprising. If my girlfriend got a mere inch away from another guy, I would punch him. Just looking at it would be enough, really. Which makes me think... Adrian isn't really your boyfriend, is he? I looked at him with wide eyes. How did he know? “You were a dumbass, Jenny!” shouted a voice inside me. - What are you talking about? Of course Adrian is my boyfriend. Are you by any chance an idiot? He smiled, bowing, so we were eye level with each other. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend, I'm your best friend!" He said in a fake female voice. "What was that about you being his girlfriend?"“Ahm… I don't know what you heard, but I didn't say that. “I stuttered terribly. — Let me go, Pierre! I'm dating your brother, you don't have any... His lips crushed against mine, silencing me. I didn't respond, shocked. He kissed me harder, his tongue probing my lips and all my rational thoughts fled. So I kissed him back eagerly, loving the feel of his lips against mine. He pushed his
I looked at Pierre, recoiling back in total surprise as he walked away from me. Was he teasing me? What in the world did he mean by that? I wasn't so sure what his game was and it made me feel very uncomfortable. Adrian approached me and frowned when he saw my face. "Is something wrong, Jenny?" I nodded, downing the remaining champagne, and taking another glass as the waiter passed us. Adrian raised both eyebrows at me. - Which? I muttered, taking another sip. "Are you trying to get drunk on purpose?" You are acting very strange. I frowned, not knowing what to say. What could I say? Did your brother threaten to provoke me? And I have no idea what way he meant it. Okay, maybe a bit of an idea, but not much. — Jenny? Adrian's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was looking at me with concern in his eyes, making me feel very guilty about kissing his brother. I wasn't his girlfriend, but I was his best friend and doing that was nothing short of cheating on him. I had to put an
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