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!"
"Jenny, honey bear!" I heard a loud scream and groaned inwardly.I turned and looked at my best friend, Adrian, who always thought he could come to my cafe whenever he wanted.— Yes, Adrian? I asked sarcastically, knowing he was probably there because he'd taken a break from work and wanted to piss me off. I didn't mean to be rude, he was my best friend, after all, but he was a pain in the ass sometimes.“I'm making that lasagna you love today. He smiled, but I saw something in his eyes. And I really couldn't tell at first what it was.— What is the occasion? I asked, putting away some files.Adrian looked away uncomfortably. He was probably the easiest guy to get along with I ever came across. There was something about Adrian that attracted me almost instantly. It was impossible not to like him. He was beautiful, really beautiful. With his half-French, half-Italian ancestry, he definitely attracted attention wherever he went.His hair was dark brown, his face perfectly chiseled. He w
Over the next few days I learned more about Adrian's family than I had in the last seven years. Your mother's hobbies, your father's business, everything I didn't know. Only one thing Adrian refused to tell me and that was about his brother Pierre. He said that when I found him, I would understand why. — Jenny! Adrian exclaimed as I walked into his apartment. He was only wearing boxers and his clothes were scattered all over the place. I raised an eyebrow at him. One would think that a woman lived here and not a guy. - Wow. I whistled as he pulled a bottle of wine from somewhere under a pile of clothes. “Are you throwing clothes away or something? He gave me a repressing look. - Of course. I'm tidying up. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. — Tidying up? Is that what it's called now? He looked at me even more seriously. - Shut up. I have to go perfect, no matter what I have to do. And when you see how impeccably my brother dresses, you'll understand. This was anot
“It's okay for us to sleep together. I said, and added, before he could say anything. “I mean, in a completely non-sexual way. He laughed, and the doorbell rang. “I'll take it. I muttered, pulling Adrian's wallet out of his pillow cover, making him scream. - Hey! Only, when I opened the door, it wasn't the pizza delivery guy. It was Mr. Frederich Harrison. I grimaced, closing the door behind me before he could see or say anything. “You weren't there at your apartment. he said, as if that was an explanation. - What you want? I said through gritted teeth. “You know what I want, Jennifer. Why don't you stop being so stubborn and accept the terms? It's a clear fact that you're going to need me sooner or later. In the end, I'm the only one who can offer... I looked at him and cut him off. - I do not need you. And I'm happy with what my parents gave me, so take your offers and go knock on some other door. “Shelly wants to meet you. - He said. My heart tightened. Shelly was his wif
“Oh dear, you're here! I was about to call him. Dear? I turned to Adrian, who was watching me with interest. I gave him a dirty look, knowing what was going on in the gutter of his mind. “Don't even think I…” I hissed and he pulled me closer to him. 'Think of what?' He said it so loudly that his mother's face turned to us. I blushed and looked at Adrian. He really knew how to test my nerves. - Mother. Adonis said in a fawning voice as he hugged Marie. He took one look at us, then his gaze traveled to where Adrian's arm was around my waist. Instinctively, I approached Adrian making him look at me questioningly. I shook my head, giving him a small smile. Marie released her son when she got tired of hugging him. She turned to us afterwards. — Oh! she exclaimed. — How rude I am! Pierre, honey, this is Jennifer, Adrian's girlfriend. Jennifer, this is Pierre, Adrian's older brother. I gave Pierre a small smile as Adrian moved his hand away from my waist and hugged his brother. - Ho
There was a king-size bed in the middle, covered in what I suspected was silk sheets. One end of the room had French windows which gave the room a lively look. Sunlight shone through the windows, making some parts of the room have a magical feel. - Wow. - I choked. Adrian laughed behind me. “I never thought I'd see Jennifer Kingsley be surprised. I turned and hit her arm. - Do you know. I said in a conversational tone. “Sometimes I think you're just pretending to be gay so you can date me.He gave me his typical look. “Bullshit, girl! Don't think too much! I'm proud to say that I'm very interested in just dick. “You are a hypocrite. — I commented. - Yes yes. But you love me. He replied and I laughed. “I'm going to take a nap, so make yourself comfortable. I shook my head and held out my hand. He took it and kissed my cheek, “Thanks for bringing me here, I really loved it."Even if you have to pretend to be my girlfriend?" Adrian teased and I pushed him out of the room just as
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
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