- I will not! I exclaimed. - I promise. “No, we'll talk about it later. I'm going to get some sleep. Feel free. I kept looking at his back as he walked towards his room. I went to the kitchen and saw his cell phone on the table. A wicked smile appeared on my face. His cell phone didn't have a password. I looked in his contacts and sent a message to Dylan. At my house at 20:00. I'm cooking dinner ;-) I smiled when Dylan replied with a yes and a smiley face. I deleted the messages, put the phone back on the table, and started making dinner. An hour later, the doorbell rang, and I frowned. Damn, he was fast. But when I opened the door, what I saw was a very angry Pierre.My eyes widened. - What are you doing here? Before he can break into the apartment, I quickly get out and close the door behind me. Looking at his raised eyebrows, I felt the need to explain. “Adrian is sleeping. I don't want to wake you up. - Why you did not call me? You can always come and stay
Impulse. There is something there that certainly influences someone's decision. I didn't remember making impulsive decisions in my life before I met Pierre. I looked at the photo again. A horrible feeling of hurt flooded my heart as I saw the happy couple. Pierre had his arm around her, and the smile of love on his face was obvious. I put the picture back in the closet when I heard footsteps heading my way. I didn't know if there were tears in my eyes, so I rubbed them quickly just in case. I took out my cell phone and pretended I was taking a call. "Jennifer?" Adrian's voice came from behind the closed door. - Just a minute. I said, wiping my eyes again, and opened the door. - Apologies for the delay. My father called. - Everything is fine. Adrian smiled. “Dylan was just talking about how awesome you are. I forced a smile. - Of course I am. “Are you sure you're okay? Adrian looked doubtful, and I rolled my eyes at him. Pulling him out of the room, I spoke with f
Breathless and speechless. That's how I stayed. In fact, that's how Pierre was leaving me, since we met. But I didn't expect that from Pierre. Hell, I didn't expect anything. Not anytime soon, anyway. This was not the Pierre I knew. Pierre didn't make extravagant gestures like that, or at least not most of the time. He did little things, and I loved those little things. “You have a great admirer. said Frederich, amused. I rolled my eyes. — It's Pierre. "Lawrence?" For some reason that felt more like a statement than a question. — The one and only. I muttered. “As far as I know, you were his girlfriend. Frederich raised his eyebrows. “Is there something you're not telling me? I shook my head. “There's nothing between us. Frederich didn't look convinced. He gave me a look of pure disbelief. “You know I'm your father, right? I sighed sadly. “There's nothing, I swear. Maybe there was before, but no more. I think he noticed the expression on my face, because he
“I'm madly in love, man. I shook my head. “I can't believe what you just said. — I will. - Pierre murmured, shyly. I started to laugh softly, making Pierre smile beautifully at me, with a soft look on his face, which took my breath away. We drove in silence, and I was vaguely aware of the car following us. I knew it was Leon and Jake. They had become my shadow and were masters of looking like ghosts. My phone rang. It was Frederich. - Hey. I answered quickly, knowing he would think the worst if I didn't answer. 'Are you with Pierre?' he asked, looking amused for some reason. - Yea. I replied. — Well, have fun. Don't forget to come home for dinner. I raised my eyebrows, even though he couldn't see me. “Did you call me for this? - Yea. I have work, I'll talk to you later, honey. He hung up and I caught myself smiling. - Who was? Pierre asked. — Frederich. 'Something important?' - No. “Are you okay, Jennifer? Pierre looked worried. I sighed. - Yea. Just a
Sometimes, just because you say a nice thing to a person who has hurt you, doesn't mean you're okay. Just because I told Pierre I loved him doesn't mean I forgave him. I was far from it, to be honest. And on the way to Frederich's house, I expressed my thoughts to him. “I know, Jennifer. He looked melancholy. “I wasn't expecting you to forgive everything like that. I looked into his face, concentrated. “I liked what you did, your gesture and all. I finally said after a while. “But you hurt me a lot, Pierre. And you still have secrets. I bet on what I said. I needed to play. Would he tell me if I played that way? The car almost swerved into the lane, causing me to scream, before Pierre brought it to a complete stop. "What do you mean I have secrets?" His voice was clipped, hard and filled with anger. “Everyone has secrets. And sometimes people vent. I shrugged my shoulders. “Only you don't tell anyone about yours. He turned to me, raising a perfect eyebrow. - Wha
Sometimes, just because you say a nice thing to a person who has hurt you, doesn't mean you're okay. Just because I told Pierre I loved him doesn't mean I forgave him. I was far from it, to be honest. And on the way to Frederich's house, I expressed my thoughts to him. “I know, Jennifer. He looked melancholy. “I wasn't expecting you to forgive everything like that. I looked into his face, concentrated. “I liked what you did, your gesture and all. I finally said after a while. “But you hurt me a lot, Pierre. And you still have secrets. I bet on what I said. I needed to play. Would he tell me if I played that way? The car almost swerved into the lane, causing me to scream, before Pierre brought it to a complete stop. "What do you mean I have secrets?" His voice was clipped, hard and filled with anger. “Everyone has secrets. And sometimes people vent. I shrugged my shoulders. “Only you don't tell anyone about yours. He turned to me, raising a perfect eyebrow. - Wha
When I thought of death, or even of heaven, I thought that a light in a long tunnel awaited us after passing from this life to the next. What I didn't expect was excruciating pain, pulsing fear, and finally, a strange sense of helplessness. I felt like a million hammers were hitting my entire body. I was expecting the hallelujah chorus or something. But I saw only darkness, watered by a dim light. Maybe my mind was vaguely aware of the beeps, the screams, and the people calling my name. I could see a stain that looked like someone asking me to keep my eyes open. But no matter how hard I tried to do it, I couldn't. My eyes felt like they had a ton on them. Then they fell of their own accord and a sigh escaped my lips as my body finally shut itself off completely. *** I wanted air. Darkness surrounded me. It was like I was underwater, and I couldn't breathe. But at the same time, I wanted to keep sleeping. A shock woke me, jolting me. My body seemed to levitate, as if I
Sometimes you want to hit a person right over the head. Preferably with a hammer or something similarly heavy to stop that person from being so stupid. Other times, you want to grab the person by the shoulders, shake them, and ask, "What are you thinking about life?" And sometimes you just want to kiss her until she realizes how stupid she is being. I squeezed my eyes shut and then looked at the figure of Pierre walking towards the door. Before he could leave, however, I stopped him. “If you leave, I'll haunt you forever, Lawrence. He turned around, surprised. — Haunt me? “I'm very close to pulling out those damn wires in my body. His face immediately transformed. - No! Jennifer, don't do this. “Come back here and put your ass in that chair. “I sounded bossy, but I didn't care. - It's all right. He looked like he was trying to calm a cornered animal. “I will sit down. Just don't do anything stupid. I squinted at him. He sat beside me, still wary. "Have you always
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