She couldn't believe that he was really there.
Ana turned and faced the voice of her nightmares.
It was amazing that it was still exactly like months ago. Unconsciously she had begun to think that she was idealizing him and that those two months in which she was with him, being courted, pampered and desired, were nothing more than a product of her imagination.
Ana debated between if everything was a way to avoid that it hurt so much, if only she was inventing that Antoine was really that Irresistible and the other option was that; he was truly irresistible.
There, facing him, after six months without seeing him, he realized that the second was the correct one.
His gray eyes stared at her resentfully. That was the only thing that could stand out between her long eyelashes and bushy brows, her nose a little thinner than what the French normally wore.
Annette had considered him the most handsome man who had ever approached her. He had never met anyone else like Antoine. He wore a suit, he always dressed impeccably: with his hair cut very short, his hair was between a brown and golden blonde. He did not know how to define it easily; it was dark when wet and streaked with gold when dry. He had had the privilege of watching him when he once took her on vacation to Venice, Italy. Although he did not touch her, they shared kisses that had remained etched in his memory forever, and even six months later, it caused a tickle in the lower abdomen.
“ Annette, don't you say hello to your husband? Do not tell me that you have lost your education in these 6 months that you have been away from me.
"Hello, Antoine," she said tersely. She had no desire to speak to him, but the need had the face of a heretic and in those circumstances, it was going to be more than necessary to greet him.
Damn, I was dying for more than a simple hello.
I wanted to yell at him and hit him.
She wanted the courage to look him in the eye and sing her four truths.
"Just like that? These six months have made you rougher than you were." He said, as he approached, with the intention of kissing her on the lips. She saw him in his eyes, approaching as if he were a Predator, she dodged him abruptly but still felt the brush of his lips on her cheek, which produced a familiar sensation and many memories.
She cursed himself for his guilty weakness.
I was sure that the same effect was caused by Antoine in all the females.
She was just one more on the list.
One who had been so foolish to believe his false words.
"You are my wife, Ana, and you will continue to be, until I say otherwise." Now let's go.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." You've gone mad? I let be your wife from the day I left. ”He growled, as he clutched his carry”on bag.
"That's where you're wrong," he said abruptly, "you're my wife, the paper says so, that you've left doesn't mean that we both signed, that we got married in front of a priest, that I spent money to give you the wedding you deserved and you had dreamed of since. girl, inviting your whole family, even people I didn't even know and others I didn't like
"Like Pierre," she completed what he hadn't mentioned as is.
Ever since Antoine came into his life, he had immediately noticed the silent quarrel between him and his longtime friend.
"I don't think this is the time or the place, Antoine." I don't like talking about my personal life in the midst of so many crowds.
"So let's go!" “ He took her by the arm and dragged her to the limousine that was waiting for her with the doors open and a driver with dark glasses and gray hair.
“Jesus! But what are you doing? You've lost your mind! You can't come and drag me like that, take me by the arm like I'm a little girl. I am a...
"Get in the car, Ana." Antoine's voice had always been like this, imperious. As if ordering, instead of asking.
But she had the slight impression that at the moment he was not asking her to get into the limo.
He was very wrong if he thought he could just walk in and start ordering things for her.
She hadn't even told him she was going to burgundy. His intention was to wake up at a hotel and call him the next day to arrange for them to meet, and thus sign the divorce documents that he carried in his suitcase.
She had been dodging those papers for quite some time, he had sent them to her with the assistance of a lawyer, an intermediary, so that he would not have to see Antoine's face again, but things had not turned out as she thought, and now he was there again. , in the city where she thought she was happy for the first time in her life, where she believed she would form a family, a home with the man who had thought he loved her, but had been wrong, Antonio only wanted to take over the his father's company, a company that he had created with so much sacrifice.
After the death of his mother, her father was never the same again, throwing himself completely into his company, it was true that he had made very bad decisions, but that did not mean that a millionaire had the audacity to take possession of the greater good than he had his family. She was an only child, if it hadn't been Maya and for Pierre, her life would have been chaos.
Now she realized that and would be forever grateful to her friends, having been there when she needed them most.
"Ana," he told her the diminutive that used to drive her crazy, melt her with love. His sensual, half”husky voice, combined with those gray eyes and deep gaze, had been an aphrodisiac to the innocent young woman — I'm waiting, I have things to do. I don't like wasting my time and you know it.
"I didn't tell you to come find me." I don't even know how the hell you knew I was here! “ She yelled annoyed.
"You and your lack of respect when you speak." How do you think you're going to get to my city and that I'm not going to find out right away? I'm the owner of the main airport in France. I do not know all the things that move in my city, how did you think little Ana that you could get there and I did not realize it? Do you think I was not going to find out that you had booked a flight? You are still my wife and the fact that you are not with me does not mean that I do not see every step you take.
“ In many countries, that can be considered harassment. I even think it could be considered assault and abuse psychologist. “ She sputtered, pretending to be smart and knowledgeable.
Although she hadn't left France, not until she met Antoine and he gave her the opportunity to see and enjoy Italy, Belgium and Norway. She took fifteen days with him before marrying, accompanying him to different parts of those countries, because he had important business and she did not want to leave his side. Together they had come to the conclusion that she could enjoy every city that Antoine had to go to, while he worked.
"Well, go to the police if you think I'm assaulting you." Go and tell them that your husband came to pick you up at the airport after six months without seeing you. He smiled and his fangs, which had always seemed flirtatious, protruded a little from his mouth. What's more, get in a limousine that I myself will take you to the police department, to see with what face they will see you. I don't care if you have an embarrassment, total, you already put one to me on our wedding day. He raised his eyebrows indifferently and his shoulders rose nonchalantly. "Now get in the damn car and stop wasting my time once and for all."
Ana didn't think twice, Antoine's eyes were twinkling. He was beginning to lose patience, he was a man of arms to take and if she did not get into the limousine, easily, he could carry her and put her inside, put the belt on him and sit next to her as if nothing had happened.He looked everywhere, people passed him without noticing the uncertainty that was taking over his being."I have a hotel reservation, I'm not going to go with you, if you like, you can leave me there, but I'm not going to wake up with you, Antoine"."One thing is what you want, little one and another is what will really be done." You're wasting my time. You already know that my time is money.“Yes, I know. It's the only thing you think about. You have to learn to stop trying to manage the lives of others, “ she commented annoyed and defeated. She did not want to make a scene, she was not that kind of woman, that is why it irritated her having t
Antoine bourdeu Antoine got into the limousine and sat next to his wife. She could say what she wanted, scream, jump, kick, but at the end of it all, on paper, in front of church and in front of her family, Annette was still his wife. The woman who had left him on his wedding day, but his wife nonetheless.He unbuttoned the button on his jacket to make himself a little more comfortable. Being locked in a limo with Annette after six long months without seeing her was just chaotic.Antoine had always been a calculating man, square as his younger brother Joseph used to say.I did not understand how people could change their minds overnight, how they could say that they liked something and the next day say that they no longer find it attractive. Changing his mind was not in his plans, once an idea had been created and developed in his brain and he understood that it was the right thing, what was convenient for him, not ev
He knew, he knew she was going to marry Piere."Do you know, do you know?" You ... do you know I'm going to marry him? She asked in a broken voice."Ana, there isn't a single detail about you that I don't know," he murmured through clenched teeth, taking his eyes off her and looking down the street. "What bothers me is that it is precisely with him, and that you come here to tell me me to sign your divorce. It's practically an infidelity! “ He spoke so hard that she gathered herself so much that her galdo body stuck to the door. Antoine was angry. "Have you slept with him?" Have you already given him what belongs to me?"I don't belong to you!" I'm not yours!"You married me, damn it!" I am your husband!"Only on paper!" His voice was squeaky and weak, just as she felt those words. Even if it was only on paper, she had felt his wife from the first moment she saw him.She had fallen in love with him in a matter of se
AntoineHe convinced her.Francois didn't wait for a word from him, he knew him well enough to understand that there was no longer any discussion. Although he always knew that there was not going to be an argument. Few people denied it, few people could say that they had opposed him and emerged victorious."Antoine ..." he heard Annette's silky and melodious voice and looked at her face that was close to his.He had been about to kiss her, to succumb to the temptation. Too many months away from her, he had always felt that need to possess her, but he had respected her, he knew that she was a virgin, he noticed it because she did not talk, he saw it in her face as it turned red when he had been insinuated, when he approached and she stopped breathing. She had no knowledge of sexual relations, she did not have her mother with her to guide her, and she did not have a friend who spoke to her without mincing words.That i
AnnetteAnnette came out of the vehicle in a fury, with a certainty that she really did not feel, but she wanted to show you that he did not run her life. The need was greater to show the world that she was not The innocent damsel in distress, in a big city without relatives to defend her, she wanted to show the world that she could be strong if the situation warranted it.But the reality was different.The flashes began to dazzle her eyes, she blinked trying to get used to the amount of flash that was triggered in front of her, taking pictures of her face, clothing, everything about her."But what ..." he murmured, and his eyes watered.That's what he meant when he told her he was going to take care of her.Only she hadn't allowed it."Mrs. Bourdeu, why did you come back?" What happened between you and Antoine Bourdeu? Why aren't they living together in the same apartment? Was he unfaithful to you? Do you no longer want it?
AnnetteBefore she knew it he was gripping Antoine's lips. She held her breath feeling the softness of his lips that the force with which his arms surrounded her"Annette ..." He spoke her name as if it were a delight on her lips. But more than anything, as if it were a pained whisper, a plea.The only response she could give him was to turn her head to move her lips away from his.She couldn't succumb to temptation. Not there, in the middle of the street, where she felt completely exposed.After a while, with Antoine's eyes staring at her, intense and full of desire, she returned to her breathing relatively at her normal rate.His body was glued to hers. She felt his erection colliding with her body and for a moment she was afraid, knowing that this was dangerous and unknown territory for her. She was a virgin and she planned to remain so until she married Pierre.It didn't matter how exciting
Antoine's apartment immediately captivated her. But it took something more to give it life, she told herself, annoyed by her own weakness.The walls were painted colonial white, the carpets black, as were two pictures that hung in the living room. Each time he took a step further in, he realized the sobriety of each of the objects that made up the space."Do you want to have your coffee now or would you rather take a shower?""I need to upload my things ... you know ..." He hesitated a bit before telling him what he needed."You can find shampoo or whatever you need in the bathroom." My housekeeper always leaves the guest bathroom fully equipped."Do you receive many women here?" He asked and instantly regretted it. “Do not tell me. Don't answer me that.—I don't care to answer you. She said without smiling as she closed the door and the sound scared her. "I don't get many women here."But in his mind,
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Bordeaux, please keep your seat belt on until we land completely.Annette read her book concentrated as if it were a life and death order. She didn't want to look out the window, he had been repeating it since they left New York this afternoon. She didn't want to look because she was afraid to see the city where she had shared so many beautiful memories, where she had felt loved and valued.She had been trying for six months to forget, to start a life where she was the owner of her actions.“Dear, are you okay? “ The woman in the seat next to him took his hand and squeezed it lightly. “ Fear to fly?“What? Afraid to ...? “ Annette repeated, as she looked at the woman, puzzled by the question.“It's what I imagine, poor thing, he hasn't dropped that book the whole flight. Have you never been to France? He speaks French very well.“Yes. I ...” I didn't know
Antoine's apartment immediately captivated her. But it took something more to give it life, she told herself, annoyed by her own weakness.The walls were painted colonial white, the carpets black, as were two pictures that hung in the living room. Each time he took a step further in, he realized the sobriety of each of the objects that made up the space."Do you want to have your coffee now or would you rather take a shower?""I need to upload my things ... you know ..." He hesitated a bit before telling him what he needed."You can find shampoo or whatever you need in the bathroom." My housekeeper always leaves the guest bathroom fully equipped."Do you receive many women here?" He asked and instantly regretted it. “Do not tell me. Don't answer me that.—I don't care to answer you. She said without smiling as she closed the door and the sound scared her. "I don't get many women here."But in his mind,
AnnetteBefore she knew it he was gripping Antoine's lips. She held her breath feeling the softness of his lips that the force with which his arms surrounded her"Annette ..." He spoke her name as if it were a delight on her lips. But more than anything, as if it were a pained whisper, a plea.The only response she could give him was to turn her head to move her lips away from his.She couldn't succumb to temptation. Not there, in the middle of the street, where she felt completely exposed.After a while, with Antoine's eyes staring at her, intense and full of desire, she returned to her breathing relatively at her normal rate.His body was glued to hers. She felt his erection colliding with her body and for a moment she was afraid, knowing that this was dangerous and unknown territory for her. She was a virgin and she planned to remain so until she married Pierre.It didn't matter how exciting
AnnetteAnnette came out of the vehicle in a fury, with a certainty that she really did not feel, but she wanted to show you that he did not run her life. The need was greater to show the world that she was not The innocent damsel in distress, in a big city without relatives to defend her, she wanted to show the world that she could be strong if the situation warranted it.But the reality was different.The flashes began to dazzle her eyes, she blinked trying to get used to the amount of flash that was triggered in front of her, taking pictures of her face, clothing, everything about her."But what ..." he murmured, and his eyes watered.That's what he meant when he told her he was going to take care of her.Only she hadn't allowed it."Mrs. Bourdeu, why did you come back?" What happened between you and Antoine Bourdeu? Why aren't they living together in the same apartment? Was he unfaithful to you? Do you no longer want it?
AntoineHe convinced her.Francois didn't wait for a word from him, he knew him well enough to understand that there was no longer any discussion. Although he always knew that there was not going to be an argument. Few people denied it, few people could say that they had opposed him and emerged victorious."Antoine ..." he heard Annette's silky and melodious voice and looked at her face that was close to his.He had been about to kiss her, to succumb to the temptation. Too many months away from her, he had always felt that need to possess her, but he had respected her, he knew that she was a virgin, he noticed it because she did not talk, he saw it in her face as it turned red when he had been insinuated, when he approached and she stopped breathing. She had no knowledge of sexual relations, she did not have her mother with her to guide her, and she did not have a friend who spoke to her without mincing words.That i
He knew, he knew she was going to marry Piere."Do you know, do you know?" You ... do you know I'm going to marry him? She asked in a broken voice."Ana, there isn't a single detail about you that I don't know," he murmured through clenched teeth, taking his eyes off her and looking down the street. "What bothers me is that it is precisely with him, and that you come here to tell me me to sign your divorce. It's practically an infidelity! “ He spoke so hard that she gathered herself so much that her galdo body stuck to the door. Antoine was angry. "Have you slept with him?" Have you already given him what belongs to me?"I don't belong to you!" I'm not yours!"You married me, damn it!" I am your husband!"Only on paper!" His voice was squeaky and weak, just as she felt those words. Even if it was only on paper, she had felt his wife from the first moment she saw him.She had fallen in love with him in a matter of se
Antoine bourdeu Antoine got into the limousine and sat next to his wife. She could say what she wanted, scream, jump, kick, but at the end of it all, on paper, in front of church and in front of her family, Annette was still his wife. The woman who had left him on his wedding day, but his wife nonetheless.He unbuttoned the button on his jacket to make himself a little more comfortable. Being locked in a limo with Annette after six long months without seeing her was just chaotic.Antoine had always been a calculating man, square as his younger brother Joseph used to say.I did not understand how people could change their minds overnight, how they could say that they liked something and the next day say that they no longer find it attractive. Changing his mind was not in his plans, once an idea had been created and developed in his brain and he understood that it was the right thing, what was convenient for him, not ev
Ana didn't think twice, Antoine's eyes were twinkling. He was beginning to lose patience, he was a man of arms to take and if she did not get into the limousine, easily, he could carry her and put her inside, put the belt on him and sit next to her as if nothing had happened.He looked everywhere, people passed him without noticing the uncertainty that was taking over his being."I have a hotel reservation, I'm not going to go with you, if you like, you can leave me there, but I'm not going to wake up with you, Antoine"."One thing is what you want, little one and another is what will really be done." You're wasting my time. You already know that my time is money.“Yes, I know. It's the only thing you think about. You have to learn to stop trying to manage the lives of others, “ she commented annoyed and defeated. She did not want to make a scene, she was not that kind of woman, that is why it irritated her having t
She couldn't believe that he was really there.Ana turned and faced the voice of her nightmares.It was amazing that it was still exactly like months ago. Unconsciously she had begun to think that she was idealizing him and that those two months in which she was with him, being courted, pampered and desired, were nothing more than a product of her imagination.Ana debated between if everything was a way to avoid that it hurt so much, if only she was inventing that Antoine was really that Irresistible and the other option was that; he was truly irresistible.There, facing him, after six months without seeing him, he realized that the second was the correct one.His gray eyes stared at her resentfully. That was the only thing that could stand out between her long eyelashes and bushy brows, her nose a little thinner than what the French normally wore.Annette had considered him the most handsome man who had ever approached her. He had never met
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Bordeaux, please keep your seat belt on until we land completely.Annette read her book concentrated as if it were a life and death order. She didn't want to look out the window, he had been repeating it since they left New York this afternoon. She didn't want to look because she was afraid to see the city where she had shared so many beautiful memories, where she had felt loved and valued.She had been trying for six months to forget, to start a life where she was the owner of her actions.“Dear, are you okay? “ The woman in the seat next to him took his hand and squeezed it lightly. “ Fear to fly?“What? Afraid to ...? “ Annette repeated, as she looked at the woman, puzzled by the question.“It's what I imagine, poor thing, he hasn't dropped that book the whole flight. Have you never been to France? He speaks French very well.“Yes. I ...” I didn't know