LOGINAnnette Marechal at twenty-four, has finally understood the difference between: being loved and being used. Upon meeting Antoine Bourdeu, she believed that her life was finally going to be complete. She married him, two months after meeting him, madly in love with his thoughtful personality and his way of treating and caring for her. She never cared about the ten-year-old difference, nor the comments of Antoine's family towards her. Until he discovered the true root of his interest: his father's company about to fail. Knowing that she was used to reach her father, she confronted Antoine and he assured her that he had loved her, not as she would have liked, but as a means to an end. Full of pain and helplessness, suffering the betrayal of the supposed love of her life, Annette decided to leave never to return, Antoine Bourdeu, eldest son of the Bourdeu family, one of the wealthiest in France, did not believe in love, but in the commitment and stability that being married gave him in business. The beautiful Annette had seduced him, and he had fallen at her feet, driven mad by her emerald green eyes and mischievous gaze. She wanted to know the world and he promised to fulfill it. Until he realized how interested and manipulative his sweet Annette was. She left right after the ceremony, when he wanted to make her his body and soul. He disappeared from the map, taking with him more than his male pride. At least that's what he thought, because now, more cynical and stronger than ever, Antoine would return to take back what was his. No one denied Antoine Bourdeu
View MoreAntoine'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
The lover of Antoine Bourdeu by Sheyla García is a romance novel. Annette Marechal had high hopes after marrying Antoine Bourdeu. Annette expects to know what it feels like to be loved. Antoine is older, thoughtful, and wealthy. His family talks about how ridiculous their relationship is. But Annette does not care, or at least she thinks so. However, Anette decides to run away and hopes Antoine will forget her. Of course, things do not go out as planned. Antoine's feelings for her grew. And he will do what it takes to get her back.
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