I shouldn't have been really surprised. I actually don't know why I was surprised. I knew Pierre. And I knew he would do something like this. But I wanted to curse everything, curse everything and throw a big tantrum. Spending an entire day with Pierre Lawrence wasn't on my list of things post-breakup. And it scared the fuck out of me because he could so easily fuck my head and make me want. The effect he had on me was not normal. At least, I didn't think so. — Jennifer. Pierre's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw him standing by the makeshift stage, reaching for me. I raised an eyebrow. “Do you think I need your help? - Think. You can always jump into my arms. Pierre replied, making me almost growl in annoyance. However, I gave him a sweet smile. “I can get out of here alone, thank you very much. Without waiting for an answer, I walked down the stage, suddenly realizing that everyone was watching my every move. I saw Adrian smiling as soon as I went downstairs. I s
It was at this exact moment that the driver said. "We're at Ms. Harrison, sir. Without wasting a minute, I opened the door and walked out. As I was entering the building, I heard Pierre call after me. I stopped. “Be dressed by eight, Jennifer. After all, you owe me that one day. I looked at his serious face, walking into the hall of my building, definitely avoiding saying everything that came to my mind at the moment. I was exhausted. Physically and emotionally. The first thing I did when I walked in was take off my high heels. As much as I loved Adrian and his sense of style, I didn't like wearing high heels at all. He will be. very uncomfortable. Then I took off the dress, placing it carefully on the couch. I pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and threw myself on the bed, thinking about Pierre and the night we had and the day to come. — Jennifer.I think I heard something, but I snuggled deeper into my blanket. — Jennifer. I opened one eye, then the other, almost jumping out of b
There are some places that make us happy. Places we will visit whenever possible. These are the good places. Where you feel the joy of life, where you are grateful for the gift of life. In these places, we forget all our troubles and make way for happiness. For the happiness that consumes us and that warms our interior. The orphanage had become that place for me. It had been some time since I first came here. I was closest to Andreas, but the other kids were amazing too. I looked at Pierre in total surprise. He shrugged. “I know you don't want to spend a whole day alone with me. That way you won't. You will spend a day with these children. And I'm sure they love you as much as... He stopped, and I looked at him, stunned. He was about to say something. Something big, I suppose. But that only served to make me more confused than ever. I raised my eyebrows, making the decision to test the waters. - As well as? “Everyone who loves you. Pierre said, but his words soun
I didn't know what to think after what Pierre said. Why did he do it? It was unbelievable that he was doing such a thing after what happened when I opened my heart to him. I had no reaction, so I just watched a stranger take pictures of us and Pierre lead me into the room. It wasn't an event. It was a game. And I was the main piece. Unexpected anger surged through me and I snapped my hand out of his. He looked at me in surprise. I was sure the fury was showing absolute on my face. I couldn't just let Pierre do this! He'd paid for this day, all right, but that didn't mean he could do whatever he wanted. "Jennifer?" Pierre's voice was cautious. As if he were talking to a cornered animal. 'What's wrong with you, Pierre?' I whistled, aware of some prying eyes on us. - Why did you do that? Pierre didn't look disturbed. “Jennifer, I told you. I would show you to the world. I took a deep breath. I wanted to yell at him. And this was not the place, nor was it the time.
Fear. Four letters, but a word that every human being knows. It is impossible not to be afraid of anything. It is fear that makes us human. It is he who unites us. It is he who makes us see life in a negative or positive way. And the worst kind of fear is the fear of the unknown. The one we don't know where it comes from or what it can cause. And that fear clung to me. Someone wanted to kill Pierre. We had a confusing day today where he apparently knew about the attempt on his life. And yet he was more concerned about me than he was about himself. I didn't know whether to throw one of your expensive vases at his head, or just kiss him senselessly. I waited for Pierre to speak again. “Do you have any leads, Gus? “Only a few, but we need to be very careful. I'll take care of it until we're completely sure. - What do you have in mind? Pierre looked tired. My heart tightened. “We'll keep the house safe. And let's do damage control with the media. The people who tried
A scream escaped my lips as the cell phone dropped from my hand onto the bed. A moment later, Adrian was already in my room. His eyes looked at me worriedly. - What happened? I pointed at the phone without even looking at it again. Adrian frowned, picking up the device from the bed. He was silent for some time as he read the message. - Cum. He finally spoke after a tense time. His face softened as he looked at what was probably my pale face. “Don't worry, Jennifer. I'll take care of it. - Go? I asked hopefully. - I'm going. Adrian confirmed. "Do you want to help me make lunch?" I shook my head. I knew he was trying to distract me, and I took it because I didn't want to think about the message. It would make me go crazy. I started to cut the vegetables that were on the counter. Adrian came in some time later, and went back to cooking whatever was in the pots. We were silent the entire time, lost in thought. I couldn't understand why anyone would do that. Whoever
Pierre made his way to me, careful but not at all hesitant. I knew what he would do. What was going on in his mind. And I saw in slow motion the movement of his neck coming down to my height, his lips parting and the breath of air he took before touching my mouth with his. My first reaction was to kiss him back. I wanted to put all my anguish, all my pain into that kiss. But my hands acted of their own accord, and I pushed him away. - No. I whispered, my eyes moving from his face to nothing specific. "Jennifer..." Pierre started to say, but I cut him off. — No, Pierre. Stop this. My voice broke at the end when I walked away from him. Before he could say anything, the elevator opened and I got out. I knew Pierre was going to follow me. I would be surprised if he didn't. Leon and Dylan were at my door. I smiled at them as I entered. Even before the door closed behind me, Pierre caught it. “Jennifer,” Pierre asked. - listen me. I still refused to look at him. 'What'
There are times when you want to know if what people say is really true. Whether those close to you are for you or against you. When you can't really understand each one, you have to make a choice. You have to decide if you want to continue to live a lie, or stay together, hoping to see the truth one day. I couldn't understand the feelings that were going through me when I heard Pierre on the phone. — I know, dammit! His voice was hard, cold. “I have to protect you. The other person was talking, I assumed, with silence on this side. Then I heard Pierre banging on the table. “Fuck you, Yohan. I know what's best for her. And I'm doing this to protect you. There was another silence, then Pierre spoke again. “She's a fucking Harrison, what did you expect? He growled. My blood ran cold. He was talking about me. What was he saying? Who is he talking to? “I'll lie to her if it means she's staying with me. I want to protect you. Does he care about me? That's it? I don'