Semua Bab Resisting him : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Standards. You can love them or hate them, but you can't get rid of them. For everything we do in life, we follow a pattern. And in those days, my life had become a pattern I couldn't take anymore. Wake up, get dressed, eat, watch television. And that was it. A word or two with Scott was also part of my day, but it wasn't a pattern. He wasn't always available. I hadn't had contact with the outside world since I'd gone to the safe house Frederich had arranged for me. The last time I spoke on the phone was with Pierre, but it had been a few days and I was going crazy in the worst sense of the word. I had already read every book that was available in the house, had seen at least two dozen previously rented movies, and even the available series had run out. In short, I was being tortured. - Scott! I groaned for the thousandth time. He looked at me over his spoon during lunch. - I need to get out of here! It's been two weeks... “Thank you, Miss So Obvious. Scott muttered.

By some unknown force that took over me completely, I launched myself at Pierre, pressing my lips against his. Pierre was stunned, too stunned to even respond to my kisses. But when I pulled back a little to catch my breath, he lifted me up and started kissing me tightly. His lips were like velvet on mine, and I felt like I'd been in a desert for too long and now I'd finally found water. I missed it. I missed Pierre's taste. His lips left mine and started moving down my body, making me shiver. My hands tugged at his hair, he kissed my chin, my neck and my mouth again. Soon, I was out of breath. I pulled away, smiling. Pierre just raised his eyebrows. I stood up, delighted to see how excited he was. Pierre's gaze was smoldering as I slowly untied the robe, letting the laces hang down my sides, showing off my curves and the extremely sexy lingerie from before. She was turquoise and really accentuated my assets. Pierre's gaze traveled over my entire body. Maybe days ago, I

We should have realized it was Owen from the start. After all, I had taken away from him the opportunity to run Frederich's company, something he most likely felt he deserved more than I did. But how could neither my father, nor Pierre or even Scott imagine this? Owen was never hostile towards me, on the contrary, he did flirt at times, but the situation in general should have raised suspicions. However, none of us thought he was capable of doing such horrible things to someone who had never done anything to him. “So you're the one behind all this? It was a stupid question, I knew, but somehow, I wanted to hear it from your own mouth. The look of contempt he gave me left me speechless. - Of course I am. You're a tough nut to crack, bitch. “And you're a sick bastard. I didn't even realize the words came out of my mouth until they were already out. He was across the room, but in just over a second, a hard slap hit my face, making me yelp. I swallowed hard, saying nothing.

“Scott was the man I trusted the most. Frederich paused. He looked sincere, and most of all, he looked sad. “He was my right-hand man, the guy I turned to when I needed advice. He trusted me just as I trusted him. Since before I started dating my daughter. He was a great man. Or rather, he is a great man. He's a great man. I remember when he asked me out for the first time. With a bunch of roses, and just a simple "Do you want to go out with me?" He was my best friend, just like Adrian. He knew everything about me. It was inevitable to like him. It was inevitable to say "Yes" to his request. It was inevitable to kiss him after that. It was inevitable to give him my virginity. It is inevitable to miss him from now on in my life. “Scott will always remain in my heart, and in all of our memories. The scene after Owen's shooting flashed in front of me. He had a smile on his face as Scott fell to the ground. I screamed when I saw the blood flow from his chest. - Scott

"Oh, but what is it?" A frustrated look instantly crossed her face. - I want to know. He understood right away what I was referring to, but he played the fool. - About? — Arianna. — Before he could protest, I continued. “I have a right to know, don't you think? Pierre sighed. “That's my private demon I have to deal with, man. I don't want to burden you with it. I leaned up, pressing my lips against his, looking into his dark eyes, which were filled with concern. - I want to know. Your demons are mine too. Do not love me? Don't you want to be with me? So your demons are mine and I want to meet them. A small smile settled on his face. “Okay, I'll tell you. But only when we get there. I immediately agreed. In a few minutes we were in the car, heading towards the airport. — Are we going to Italy? “That seemed like the most likely option. - No. 'Is it somewhere in Europe?' “I was very curious and didn't mind looking like a five-year-old with my questions. - No.