— 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

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

— Jennifer! Adrian exclaimed, smiling as I walked through the door. I was still mad at him. Maybe I was being irrational, but I was still annoyed with him. - Hey. I smiled anyway, but a small smile. His brow furrowed. “Are you still mad at me? I'm sorry, Jenny. I shrugged. - He is well. Before he could say anything else, I heard Marie. I smiled at her as she pulled me into a hug. - Hey my dear! You left us without a word. Did you and Adrian have a fight? I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “No Marie, none of that. There was an emergency at work. And I'm back now. I made a two-week promise to Adrian. Adrian looked away, embarrassed. “I'm going to take a shower now, if you don't mind. Marie smiled. “Oh no honey, go and get some rest. I'll call you when we go to serve dinner. I think Pierre can join us. I have to call you. Pierre's name sent a flutter to my heart. I was acting like a love-sick teenager. But I couldn't take it as a bad thing. I went to my r

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

- 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