They say goodbye hurts more than anything. That hugging and kissing a person is not enough when they leave. But what happens when you don't get a chance to say goodbye? What if the person isn't there the next morning so you can say goodbye? Devastation. Rage. Hurt. Betrayal. Fear. These are the emotions we feel, in a nutshell. Devastation because it left us without a proper goodbye. Anger and hurt, for the same reason. Betrayal, for not being treated as it should. And finally, fear. The fear that we will never see the person again. That maybe the time we spent with her was limited. That was exactly how I felt when I woke up in an empty penthouse. Well, not empty, exactly. But I don't think Adrian counted for anything. Pierre had left me the morning after I agreed to be his girlfriend. True to his word, we don't have sex. He didn't actually do anything remotely sexual. The only thing he did was hug me. But I can't deny it, I loved sleeping in his arms. Even thou
At the mention of Pierre's name, my ears immediately perked up. - AND? Adrian laughed. 'So anxious?' I glared at him, telling him not to fill up. 'He said he's going back to London the day after tomorrow.' Or in four days at most. - Four days? I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. Another four days without seeing him? I wasn't sure how I would tolerate it. why didn't he call me even once?“Why didn't he call me? - Just as I thought, the words left my mind before I could filter my thoughts. “I'll ask the next time I talk to him. Adrian smiled. - Let's go inside. I don't plan on freezing to death. Narrowing my eyes at him, I marched into our building, gritting my teeth when I heard laughter behind me. I needed a hot shower. And coffee. *** - I'm ready. — Those were the first words I heard when I opened the door to a very shirtless Adrian, holding a bottle of wine, and McDonalds boxes in his hands. - There is? — To vomit from drinking so much. - Adrian
- There! I exclaimed, grabbing the arms of the chair as the hairdresser tugged at my hair. Adrian smiled at me, making me look at him. I was in my apartment, getting ready for the last two hours. I was surprised when right after breakfast, Shelly called me to say the press release would be today. On Pierre's advice, I had accepted without saying a word to the contrary. And I asked my cafe manager to close and have the day off. Pierre dropped us off right after breakfast, saying he had work to do. “You're enjoying this, aren't you? I asked Adrian, frowning. - What you think? Adrian smiled. “This is more fun than Geordie Shore. I squinted at him. “It will come back, Lawrence. Instantly, Adrian raised his hands in surrender. — Calm down, woman. I'm not the one pulling your hair. I'm just here for moral support. I shook my head at his reasoning. He knew exactly what to say and when. Suddenly, his expression changed. "Did you call Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley, better known
"How is your relationship with the Harrisons?" I ground my teeth. - It's great. I'm getting to know them. "Are you really going to take over the company or are you going to leave it in the hands of a CEO?" — I'm thinking of running the company. I want to do my best. - Are you dating someone? I did not answer. I didn't know what to say. Frederich took over. “There are too many questions. Once again, thank you all for coming. Before anyone could ask any more questions, we were ushered offstage. I walked up to Adrian in endless daze. He opened his arms to me, and I quickly wrapped myself in them. This experience was not one I wanted to repeat. Never. It was emotionally draining. I could see the judgment on people's faces. I saw the seizure. And most of all, I saw the heartbreak. I wasn't good enough. Maybe I never would. “Are you okay, Jenny? - Yea. I said with a shaky voice. - We can go? Adrian spoke to Frederich while I was still in his arms, but I didn't he
Fairy tales are fun. And horrible at the same time. They give you a dream, a perfect picture. They say that no matter what, there will always be a Prince Charming to save your life. Prince Charming will send a search party for you, with your shoe as the only clue. Or he will fight all the monsters and kiss her to wake her up. Or else, free her from the ivory tower full of witches. When I told Pierre to kiss me to wake me up, I didn't really mean it. I didn't expect him to kiss me at all. But that's exactly what he did. The sweet softness of his lips touched mine and his husky voice woke me up. - Wake up. I groaned. — Jennifer. - Go away. I murmured, snuggling into his chest. — Jennifer. Pierre said again, the firmness in his voice. “Wake up or I'm going to throw cold water on you. I opened one eye and looked at him. - What's your problem? Pierre looked amused. "You're not a morning person, are you?" I groaned. - Stop talking. And turn off those damn lights. H
“I'm not going to say it's necessarily a bad thing. But that means you're constantly going to be in danger, man. Some people struggle to get to the CEO role and may not agree with Frederich's choice. I took a deep breath. “But I really don't have a choice! Pierre nodded. - I know honey. But these people will not understand. That's why I don't like that you chose this. “Maybe it's a good thing since I have you to protect me. I teased, wanting to bring back the happiness we had just moments ago. Pierre enjoyed the game. “Oh yes, I will be your knight in shining armor. I laughed, squealing as Pierre suddenly lifted me into his arms. — Pierre! I exclaimed with a laugh and he looked at me with a cheeky smile. “I don't want my lady to get her feet dirty. - Pierre joked. I rolled my eyes at him. "Would you rather we get dirty together?" I smiled, making sure he understood what exactly I meant. Pierre looked shocked. Genuinely shocked. — Jennifer! I smiled like a cat.
The future is scary. And when you know what the future holds, maybe it's even scarier. Just knowing doesn't mean acceptance becomes easier. Death is always lurking. Waiting for us, trying to kiss us until the climax comes. Pierre looked at me like I was crazy. And maybe I deserved that look. What was I saying? miracles? But that was the first thing that came to my mind. “The doctor gave you limited days, Jennifer. Pierre said, his face grim. “I don't really believe in miracles right now. I bit my tongue. I shouldn't have said that. That was the wrong thing to say. “I'm sorry, Pierre. I was just trying to make you feel better. “That doesn't make me feel any better, Jennifer. It just makes everything worse. Pierre turned to me. - I'm sorry. I whispered. Pierre looked at me, anger shining in his eyes. "Does saying make it easier?" Nothing will make it any easier. Tears threatened to fight their way down my face at the way he was talking to me, but I knew I had t
"Jennifer..." Pierre's voice came from the doorway. I was still in Andreas' bed, holding him close to me, refusing to let go. He was only ten years old! There was so much more for him to see. He still had a lot to do. He had to travel the world. He had to spend more time with Pierre. He had to spend more time with me. The monitor had long since stopped beeping, but I refused to let it go. I could not. — Jenny. I looked up to see Adrian along with Pierre. He had a broken look on his face. - Which? — I croaked. “We need to go. - Pierre spoke this time. Fear and sadness were evident in his voice. “We can't leave Andreas alone! I almost screamed. — Jenny. Adrian said, and I almost saw the tears in his eyes. “You have to let Andreas go. “No…” I looked into Andreas's handsome face. He wasn't dead! He was just sleeping. His letter was crushed in my hand. There was a lot more written in it, on the other side, where I hadn't read it yet. Pierre entered the room, rea