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
“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,
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
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