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,
— Jenny? I heard Adrian say and I jumped away from Pierre like he was on fire. Pierre had a grim look on his face as he looked at the approaching figure. Adrian walked towards us, dressed smartly in a suit, with a smile on his face. Half of me was mad at him, the other half happy that he'd come at the last minute and saved me from being raped by Pierre Lawrence. Okay, maybe I was overreacting, but I knew that once those luscious lips touched mine, I would be lost. — A-Adrian. I stuttered, trying to keep my voice normal. “What…why are you here early? “I told my dad that time spent with my awesome girlfriend was more important, and that I would help you with his stuff this afternoon. I swallowed hard. — Oh? Ahm... We were just getting some sun here. Adrian's face was crumpled with worry and confusion. “Are you okay, Jenny? You look a little pale. I shook my head. “Yes, yes… I am. I'm just a little tired. I got up from my chair. — I couldn't sleep last night, I'll try to sleep no
“That's very surprising. If my girlfriend got a mere inch away from another guy, I would punch him. Just looking at it would be enough, really. Which makes me think... Adrian isn't really your boyfriend, is he? I looked at him with wide eyes. How did he know? “You were a dumbass, Jenny!” shouted a voice inside me. - What are you talking about? Of course Adrian is my boyfriend. Are you by any chance an idiot? He smiled, bowing, so we were eye level with each other. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend, I'm your best friend!" He said in a fake female voice. "What was that about you being his girlfriend?"“Ahm… I don't know what you heard, but I didn't say that. “I stuttered terribly. — Let me go, Pierre! I'm dating your brother, you don't have any... His lips crushed against mine, silencing me. I didn't respond, shocked. He kissed me harder, his tongue probing my lips and all my rational thoughts fled. So I kissed him back eagerly, loving the feel of his lips against mine. He pushed his
I looked at Pierre, recoiling back in total surprise as he walked away from me. Was he teasing me? What in the world did he mean by that? I wasn't so sure what his game was and it made me feel very uncomfortable. Adrian approached me and frowned when he saw my face. "Is something wrong, Jenny?" I nodded, downing the remaining champagne, and taking another glass as the waiter passed us. Adrian raised both eyebrows at me. - Which? I muttered, taking another sip. "Are you trying to get drunk on purpose?" You are acting very strange. I frowned, not knowing what to say. What could I say? Did your brother threaten to provoke me? And I have no idea what way he meant it. Okay, maybe a bit of an idea, but not much. — Jenny? Adrian's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was looking at me with concern in his eyes, making me feel very guilty about kissing his brother. I wasn't his girlfriend, but I was his best friend and doing that was nothing short of cheating on him. I had to put an
When the waiter removed our entrees for the main course to be served, Pierre's hand moved my dress higher so that his hand touched the inside of my thighs. So close to where I wanted his fingers to be. And while I wanted to keep any sounds of encouragement from coming out of my mouth as I tried to get on with my meal, things weren't going well in that department. — Jenny? Adrian said and I looked at him questioningly. “You look flushed. Are you okay? I shook my head. — S-Si… — Shit! I had to stop midway, because at that moment Pierre slipped a finger into my wet core. He started sticking his finger in and out of me at an annoyingly slow pace. For an instant I seemed to have levitated or left my body somewhere where only lust and uncontrollable desire existed. — Jenny? Adrian's voice brought me back to the table. - Yea? — I stuttered. “I'm b-fine. Just a little... ah... overloaded. “Are you sure you're okay?” Adrian asked, concern clouding his face. I nodded, taking a hasty sip o
Curiosity and boredom is, more often than not, a recipe for disaster. The two are a very dangerous combination. It was curiosity that made Eva reach for the apple. Curiosity killed the cat. But I think it's good that the cat has nine lives. It wasn't like I was going to get killed for it. Or was it? I stared at the laptop screen feeling something like comic horror. What I was doing now might cross the line of pursuit, but I had to know. I couldn't ask Adrian for obvious reasons. And that's how I found myself researching Pierre Lawrence. I read the article some newspaper had written about him. Billionaire Pierre Lawrence closed another successful deal. This time with a telecommunications industry. It seems Lawrence wants to conquer it all. With new solar powered phones for Lawrence Industries, conquering the world doesn't seem like a difficult task. An inside source reveals that Lawrence is “A cold, cruel man who gets what he wants. Nothing is beyond his reach and taking on the tele