All Chapters of The lover of Antoine Bourdeu: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

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

 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

Antoine He 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

Annette Before 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