— 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.
I heard the emotion in his voice, and although I didn't know where we were, the emotion seeped through me as well. I smiled as we got out of the car. Then I looked at the building in front of me. It was something like a cross between a church and a normal house. The gardens were immaculately maintained and I could hear low chatter within. Pierre walked over to me and squeezed my hand in his. My breath hitched, and I looked down to where our fingers were intertwined. 'Is this a church?' I asked as we walked to the place. - Somehow. Pierre replied vaguely, making me scowl. I chose not to respond, instead I just wanted to wait and see what it was. As soon as we entered the building, I heard collective screams. — Pierre! I looked at the 20 kids running towards us. Pierre laughed and bent down, opening his arms to the children. I was pretty sure my jaw was on the floor. The children fought for Pierre's attention, and I felt like a voyeur. Looking from the outside, witnessing something
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
Pierre looked at me, concern evident in his eyes. - What happened? I shook my head, looking down. They were here. They were having sex here. Frederich and Shelly were my worst nightmare. They could do anything and they'd said it a million times. I knew what they wanted, but I wasn't stupid. I wasn't willing to sign my own death certificate. — Jennifer. Pierre said firmly, making me look at him. “We need to leave. I muttered. “I don't know where. Frederich and Shelly... "Frederich and Shelly?" Who are they? Pierre asked, frowning. He picked up the phone and pressed a few buttons. I watched numbly as he pressed the phone to his ear. “Adrian, what did you say to her? Pierre asked with anger leaking from his voice. "What the fuck is this?... Okay, well... I'll take you to my hotel... But you better explain this to me tomorrow." Pierre looked at me worriedly and said, "Let's finish the food, shall we?" I nodded, getting up, or trying anyway. Pierre tugged on my hand, making it impos
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
- It is clear. he said, a little forcefully. “I had business, so I stayed at the hotel. I don't know where Adrian is…Jennifer too, mama…Yes, I'll call him and let him know if I know…Yes, mama…" Then his expression changed to horrified, which seemed a little comical. — I love you troppo, mama. As soon as Pierre cut the call, Adrian started laughing. Pierre looked at him, and I bit my lip and cheeks to keep from laughing too. The horrified look on Pierre's face was very funny. A laugh burst from my lips unintentionally and Pierre turned his penetrating gaze on me. His face went from stoic to smooth in a millisecond, taking me by surprise. “What happened then? - Pierre asked. Jenny asked her parents. Adrian answered for me. “Actually, she confronted them. And her parents told her that everything Frederich was saying was true. They were unable to have children and most of the adoptions they tried failed. When they were about to give up hope, the Harrisons entered the game. They just wan
“Take a deep breath, man. Pierre muttered when we arrived at Lawrence Manor. Our hands were clasped over the console, and I looked up at him, fear evident in my eyes. Pierre's dark eyes bored into mine. - I will be with you. And my idiot brother too. I managed a small smile, unbuckling my seat belt and getting out of the car. Pierre grimaced, but soon replaced it with a blank look I already recognized. And he hated it. As we walked to the house, a scene that looked like something out of a movie greeted us. Marta and Shelly were laughing and drinking wine, and a part of me wondered who in their right mind would drink wine at 11 am. They were all fake laughs, no doubt, sizing each other up. A high-pitched laugh snapped me out of my reverie. I wanted to run out the door I'd just walked through. — Ciao, mama. Pierre greeted and the eyes of the two women went up to us. Shelly assessed Pierre and under her icy gaze I squirmed. I had to admit, she looked fine. She was impeccably dressed i
Pierre's past? I looked at Adrian curiously, waiting for him to say something. Anything. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about Pierre's past. I was wondering. - AND? “I requested when he refused to say anything. We got in the car and Adrian started driving while I waited for answers. Adrian shot me an irritated look at my insistence. “I can't tell you, Jenny. Pierre would kill me if he knew. I shook my head. We drove in silence until Adrian spoke again. "So... You know Dylan, right?" I raised my eyebrows. “Yes, he works across from my cafe. What about him? - He is gay. - Adrian stated. - I know. I replied quickly, not knowing where this was going. “And…” Adrian stopped before continuing. “He asked me out. He finished quietly. - Which? Adrian took a deep breath before repeating the phrase. Louder this time. “He asked me out. Oh my. Other? - Which?! I exclaimed, surprised. 'How did he know?' Since Adrian said he was gay, he was the one who usually asked guys out. T