Pierre looked at me, stunned. - Are you sure? I shook my head. “I can't let anything happen to them, they're my parents. Pierre gently wiped away the tears and kissed my forehead. “Are you doing this just because of the threats, Jennifer? Don't let them get to you. “Can't you see what's going on here? “I almost yelled at him. “I don't want to become a stupid heiress just because I was born to them. I don't want the damn money! But they own one of the biggest companies in England and Frederich has been named lord! If he says he's going to destroy my parents, he will! By the end of my speech, I was exhausted and sobbing. Pierre didn't say anything, pulling me into his arms and letting me cry. Most. Suddenly he stood up with me still in his arms. He set me down, my hands instantly reaching out to touch his arms because I felt my feet shaky. “Go clean up, we're going out. I grimaced. - Where? Pierre gave me a dark look. “Just go get cleaned up, Jennifer. And don't w
My breath hitched. My heart felt like it was ready to jump out of my rib cage. I smiled, and I knew I probably looked like the goofiest person in town. Pierre's eyes lit up and he smiled at me. Not one of his infamous smiles or his "I have a secret." Before I could say anything, though, Pierre's phone rang and he turned his attention to it. — Adrian. - He greeted. "Yeah, she's with me.... We're on the way to Dad's office... What?... Alright... Yeah... Do you want me to tell her?... Better Adrian .Even though I hadn't heard the entire conversation, I recognized Pierre's frustrated tone at the end. We weren't going to see Adrian. He was busy again. I grabbed my phone and just as I was about to call Adrian, Pierre spoke up. — Jennifer. His voice was soft, as if he were talking to a cornered animal that would attack him at any moment. “Adrian has to attend a council meeting. Let's join you for dinner, all right? I shrugged, not wanting to answer. In the midst of all this
The people who seem the strongest are usually the most broken. I knew how hard it was to lose someone you love. When I looked into Pierre's face, my heart broke. Pierre held my hand tightly, tears streaming down his face. I wanted to break. But I knew I couldn't. I had to be strong for both of us. I just held his hand in silence, offering the solace and comfort of knowing someone was with him. When we're looking for comfort, most of us don't look for someone to ask us what's wrong. We don't want sympathy, we don't want pity, we don't want regret. We don't want that constant "are you okay?" and most importantly, we don't want someone to give us false security. We seek comfort in simple physical contact. We just want reassurance that we have someone to support us and not someone who is going to question and judge us at our every move. And now I knew that was exactly what Pierre wanted. I couldn't ask him what was wrong, it was right in front of me. I couldn't tell you th
I shrugged. - I don't know. “Do you want to go see Adrian? He is waiting for you. - No. “I was surprised myself by how harsh that sounded. But it was true. I didn't want to see Adrian. He had to know that I wouldn't be there for him at the convenience, all the time. — Jennifer. Pierre sighed. “I don't want to see him. — I protested. “Why should I be at his disposal and called when he doesn't do the same for me? - He has a... - Job. I finished for him cautiously. “Tell me something new. You know, you're the supposedly successful gazillioniare, who owns hundreds of businesses, but I haven't seen you go to work like you're a junkie. Pierre raised his eyebrows in obvious surprise. — Gazillioniare? I shook my head. “That's what people say about you. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to swallow them back. Shit. He shouldn't know this. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and a blush covered my cheeks. - People? Are you spying on me, Ms. Ki
— Venice? I swallowed hard. I looked at Pierre like he was crazy. Venice? "What's wrong with Venice?" Pierre asked, smiling. He knew exactly what was wrong and all he wanted to do was play. I looked at him. “Because Venice is right next door and your parents won't notice your son's girlfriend is gone and my birth parents won't think I ran away. I said, sarcasm seeping out of my voice. “You're thinking a lot, Jennifer. - Pierre muttered. I looked at him like anything else, too sunk in. 'And what are you going to tell Andreas?' You were going to take him to your apartment tomorrow. Pierre turned to me with a smile. “I already talked to Sister Berta about the arrangements, don't worry your pretty mind. I looked at Pierre's smiling face. "And what am I going to tell your parents?" That I disappeared into thin air for two days? I snapped, making him laugh. I hit his arm. — This is not funny, Pierre Lawrence! “I'll call Adrian and tell him that I'll take you to a plac
“We have to walk in Venice. Pierre said when we were in the car, driving from Marco Polo Airport. 'No car whatsoever?' Pierre shook his head.- No. - Wow. I muttered, looking out the window in awe. And so it was. At that moment I decided to put all the problems out of my mind, and just focus on the present. We. I looked down at our clasped hands, a smile forming on my face. “Let's check it out first. Pierre said as we walked through Venice. Venice was as beautiful as everyone said it was. The absence of cars and any other means of transport only added to its beauty in some way. The air was clear, people walking everywhere, and a smile spread across my face as I thought of the accident rate here. Zero, maybe. "Jennifer?" I looked at Pierre. - I am here. I looked at the big hotel in front of me. Antico Martini. There was a statue outside, which seemed to be the norm in most Italian places. The hotel had a very nice vibe. The interior was even more beautiful than
Some people always manage to surprise us with what they do. And I was more than surprised by what Pierre said. I was absolutely shocked, stunned. Pierre's eyes bored into mine, asking for answers. I wanted to say yes, but I had no idea when this shit was going to pass. “I don't know how long it will take for all of this to clear up. I whispered, hopelessness already sinking into my voice. “And I'll only be in Italy for five more days. Pierre smiled. “I said, man. I'll wait. And I'm surprised. - Astonished? “I live in London too, Jennifer. All my work runs from there. I almost spilled the wine I was drinking. - Are you serious? How did Adrian—” I let the thought hang. We both knew why. Adrian thought his brother would break my heart if we ever got involved. “Relax, Jennifer. Pierre smiled, feeling my inner turmoil, well, the turmoil. “I've been known to jump from woman to woman. And I don't blame my little brother for keeping her away. But I changed. You are th
Even though I was mentally smiling, I gave them both a cold look. "These bad manners... “Sorry, Jenny. Andreas said, making puppy dog eyes at me. I melted. - Do not apologize. I know Pierre forced you to do this. - Hey! Pierre protested, but when I turned to him, he muttered an apology. I smiled, sitting down at the table. Breakfast was fun. Andreas and Pierre continued to crack jokes and I was silent most of the time. I loved the relationship between them. They looked like father and son, in sync with each other. I was so mesmerized looking at them, I couldn't look away. "Jennifer?" Pierre's voice brought me back to reality. - Yea? “You looked lost for a minute. He looked confused. I had the sudden urge to kiss him. “No… nothing. - I bit my lip. - Just thinking. 'Thinking too much?' Pierre frowned. I shook my head at him. We left the hotel soon after, Pierre and I taking turns looking after Andreas. Andreas was the happiest boy in the world with the turn