Lahat ng Kabanata ng Resisting him : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“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

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

— P-Pierre! I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, when all I wanted to do was scream. He thrust and then pumped his fingers incessantly in and out of me, and I knew immediately that I was lost, heading into a great abyss of no return. — Pierre! I groaned as I dropped into the abyss. He looked at me and very slowly, tantalizingly slow, licked his fingers. The buzz of my cell phone broke the moment and I glanced at the caller ID. Adrian. Cum. I looked at Pierre with wide eyes. Oh my God. I couldn't believe what had happened there. I pushed him away and quickly hid my naked body with the covers. Pierre looked at me like a predator, a wild gleam in his eyes. “You need to leave. - I said. “I'm not going anywhere. I sighed. “This was just one time. A lapse in common sense on my part. I'm with Adrian. I can not do it. To say that Pierre looked angry would be the understatement of the century. He looked absolutely furious. “You weren't thinking about him when you were moaning my name.

We drive to the Lawrence mansion in silence. I didn't know what to say, how to make Pierre's mood improve. It was clearly obvious to me that Andreas was too close to Pierre's heart, he loved him like a son. And Andreas only had two months to live from now on. Would that be the best thing for the poor boy? Could it be that it means you have to prepare for the sadness that is about to enter your life? Could it be that the fact that someone close to your heart will die, but will have peace, makes it anything but painful? I looked out the window, lost in my thoughts. A feeling of warmth washed over me and I turned to see Pierre squeezing my hand over the car console. And he didn't even seem to notice it. A small blush covered my cheeks, but I just shrugged. I really liked that Pierre sought me out for comfort. Somehow, in some fucked up way, it made me feel almost special to him. “I never told anyone about Andreas. Pierre spoke after a while. “Not my mother. Not my father. Not even Adria

There are some things in life that no matter how hard you try, you don't want to accept. We know it's true, but apprehension doesn't let us believe it. The possibility of it being something so horrible, that just thinking it might be real is unacceptable, scares us. And now, looking at Pierre, I knew he was barely digesting this news. It's not every day that the simple owner of a small cafe says she's the heiress to a billion-dollar company. Pierre looked at me as if I had just spoken Aramaic. I looked at Adrian, who looked as nervous as I felt. He walked around the room and I just stared at the floor, wishing a hole would open up and swallow me. Suddenly, the idea of ​​running away from here didn't seem so bad. "Are you the daughter of Frederich and Shelly Harrison?" Pierre finally snapped, an underlying accusation in his voice. - Yea. I replied, almost patting myself on the back because my voice came out strong. - He is sure? Pierre asked and I raised my eyebrows at him. He quick