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 another thing I didn't understand about Adrian. He was amazing in every way. He had an important job, earned enough to be independent, had a lot of friends, was the apple of his mother's eye, but still, he always compared himself to his brother. According to Adrian, if I thought he was perfect, I wouldn't know how to react when I met Pierre.“Your brother and you are two different people. - I said. “If everyone in the world tried to be like other people, we wouldn't have originals. You're going to your parents' house, not a business lunch or something. Don't you have to dress up just because your brother dresses like a businessman all the time instead of dressing like a normal person? Adrian looked at me in surprise. It was like he couldn't believe the words came out of my mouth. I had never scolded him for his choices, for the way he thought, I wasn't his mother, for God's sake! – but this time I had to. I wouldn't be a good friend, let alone a best friend if I let him compare himself to his brother all the time, putting himself down. - You are right. Adrian sighed. “I shouldn't compare myself to Pierre. I go home wearing shorts and nothing else. I laughed. I had nothing else to do. He handed me the bottle of wine and I drank from the neck, letting it drip down my chin, making him wrinkle his nose in disgust. “You really are a…” He paused, searching for the right word. "After all, what's wrong with you?" I smiled, knowing the next thing I was going to say would probably make him want to kill me. "Like you've never put something wide like that in your mouth." He gave me a reprimanding look, no doubt realizing what I was referring to. “It's not funny, Jenny. Remember, no sex jokes in front of my parents. I grimaced. "How are they going to believe we're really a couple?" "When we give little kisses and hug like normal couples…?" Adrian stopped, making my eyes widen in surprise. I looked at him, trying to process what he said. Kisses? Hugs? - You're kidding right? I asked, crossing my fingers and mentally praying that he was. Kissing him wouldn't be a big deal if he wasn't my best friend! But he was. And the icing on the cake is that he was gay! Kissing my gay best friend wasn't really on my "100 Things To Do Before You Die" list. “We have to act like a couple, Jenny. Adrian said slowly, as if he were talking to a child. I grimaced as he continued. “I'm not a huge fan, trust me, but I really can't let it go. "Are you never going to tell them?" - I asked. This was a sensitive topic for him. We almost never approached him. It was a taboo that Adrian didn't want to break. And I avoided him as much as possible, but sometimes I couldn't help but ask him. He looked at me, but I didn't even blink. “That's my decision. “I'm just asking you. I sighed. “You can't hide from them forever, one day when you actually find someone you might lose them because you refuse to come out with homosexuality. He turned abruptly and walked into the kitchen. I sighed, waiting for him to come to. And while I waited for him to calm down and come back, I picked up all the clothes from the floor. I took the suits off the hangers and placed them on the couch. As I was folding his jeans, Adrian walked into the room. He looked surprised to see me still there and tidying up. “You didn't leave. he said slowly, as if choosing the right words. “I'm sorry for leaving like this. I should not have done it. I will tell my parents. You have no idea how straight they are. I know this is no excuse, but I will talk to them, but in the distant future. I shook my head at him. He was like a child sometimes. “Help me clean up before it looks more like a hurricane has hit this place. He laughed. "Have you packed your bags yet?"- No. I shook my head. “I don't know what to pack. I was hoping you could help me. "We need to go shopping!" Adrian announced. I was about to turn and run when I heard those words, but his frown stopped my legs. "I don't want to go shopping!" I exclaimed. “I have to finish my work at the cafe. I'm leaving for two weeks. He narrowed his eyes at me. “You're the boss, you can take a vacation whenever you want. “Please Adrian, don't…” I groaned, almost losing control. Going shopping with him was like signing his own death warrant. And I'd already been tortured enough. “You need new things, Jenny. said Adrian in a 'it's so obvious' tone. “Some new bikinis, dresses and we're good to go. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. — Bikinis and dresses? What in the world happened to good old jeans? - It's all right. “One or two doesn't matter much. My jaw dropped to the floor. Adrian was acting like he was doing me a huge favor. This man had to get his head out of the clouds. "Let's finish packing your suitcase, shall we?" I quickly changed the subject, hoping to distract him. He smiled, before going into his room and pulling out a large suitcase. It was basically stuffed with all his clothes. I shot him an evil look. “Now I have to do it all over again after I leave. He grunted, making sure I heard every word. “We know your taste. “I love you too, Adrian, you gay. I smiled, sticking my tongue out at him, who shot me a dirty look. “You gay Adrian. He replied and I gave him my best go to hell look. I closed her bags and grabbed her phone, dialed the pizzeria, which she obviously had on speed dial. “Oh, and hey, she orders food like she owns the place. he muttered. I grinned unabashedly at him, before taking another swig out of the wine bottle, causing him to yell at me in disgust. "Are you staying here tonight?" he asked with a twisted face. - Clear. “I accepted your no offer, so he surprised me. "Are we going to sleep together at your father's house?" Adrian smiled. “Oh do you wish, dear? But like I said, I don't like pussy. I threw a pillow at him, trying my best not to laugh. — Ugh! That's not what I meant! He shrugged. “If you don't have a problem, neither do I. I mean, it will make them look at us more like a couple.“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
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,