True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 101

Her friend folds her arms, looking at her with an amused expression. Again Zoé’s heart skips a beat, pounding so hard she thought her friend could hear her chest rumbling.

-Don’t talk nonsense! She turns to enter the room.

-It makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it? That’s why you looked like a piece of paper when he left and didn’t want to take you home.

-It was his brother who offered, not him.

Zoé takes off her clothes, leaving her in her underwear in front of her friend.

-But what if he made you feel bad about what he did. You thought he would take you.

-No! she said dryly.

She took off her underwear to wrap her body in a towel. She went into the bathroom and pretended to close the door, but the brunette wasn’t going to let up on the damn subject.

-You’re lying, you know I can spot a lie a mile away.

-You’re crazy! Zoé got into the shower, closing the curtain.

-Why don’t you assume it?

-Can I take a bath in peace?

-Tell me.

-Maya, for God’s sake! Stop the car…I don’t like that guy ok. Stop it.

-You’re insufferable. -Ash!

The brunette leaves the bathroom, and that’s when Zoé breathes calmly… sometimes she could become unbearable.

[…]

Adrien entered Jean’s flat, going straight to the mini-bar where his brother was probably.

-You took too long!

-I wasn’t going to drive like you Jean, I appreciate my life. He poured himself a drink.

-What are you doing tomorrow?

-I have a date with Maya.

-You don’t have to keep her any longer.

-I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it because I want to.

-I see! -Should I be worried?

-Who knows…

He said to her, sitting down next to her… he moved the liquid in his glass, thinking: “Why did you behave like that?

-Why did you behave like that tonight? asks the youngest, curious.

-How else would I behave?

-You kicked the shit out of that girl, why? I don’t remember you being such a shit to a woman in distress.

-I don’t know. He sighs, leaning his head back on the couch. -I don’t know. He closes his eyes.

-I think we’re in trouble, brother.

[…]

His body exuded sweat, his whole skin glistening from the temperature rise in the room. A few degrees added to her normal temperature, making her very hot.

The Frenchman penetrated her body again and again… making her m**n and scream with each thrust. He cupped her breasts with his hands as she rode him. Then the brunette felt his lips on the skin of her neck, he tasted the saltiness of her body.

He licked her nakedness… as he m****d over her.

-Oh, Zoé! Be mine… be mine.

-Yessssss… Oh, yes! -She cried out, reaching o****m.

Then just at that moment the girl woke up and sits suddenly on the bed, some beads of sweat were running down the middle of her breasts while her chest was compressed. Between her legs ran something wet, which she didn’t know what it was.

And that feeling in the part of her lower belly was uncomfortable and so new to her… Damn! What a dream, she said to herself.

She caressed her neck closing her eyes, it seemed so real… that sensation in her neck she still felt it.

-Nightmare? Maya’s voice brought her out of her erotic thoughts.

-Where are you going? He asked her when he saw her all dressed up. -Or is it time to go to work? O…

-I’m going out.

-Where to? -She frowns.

-I don’t know, Adrien’s picking me up in a few minutes.

-You’re going out with him? I ask, debunking her claim.

-Yes.

She turns around, revealing her very simple and somewhat old flowery dress.

-How do I look?

-You look pretty! She smiles sweetly.

-Bullshit, this dress is kind of old. I just hope it won’t take me anywhere fancy.

-Ah! she exclaims with a hint of irony. -You see what I’m talking about!

-Don’t start Zoé….

The brunette leaves the room and her friend follows her.

-You must listen to me, those men are only looking for one thing. When they’re infatuated, there’s no one to stop them. That’s why it’s better to stop them before their time.

-How did Jean give it to you? He doesn’t want to see you anymore.

-Yes. -Answer with his arms crossed. -That’s right! You see, I turned him down and he walked away himself.

-And why did Adrien ask me out?

Zoé stares at her friend without being able to give her a dignified answer… she didn’t understand that, Jean had told her that her brother was intervening to keep Maya away. But that boy was still playing the game, what was he after?

A knock on the door brought Zoé out of her musings, as she watched the brunette run up to her. She smoothed the skirt of her dress and opened the door.

-Good morning! You look very pretty. Adrien says to her.

-Thank you.

For a few moments Zoé felt jealous of her best friend… since she would also have loved to be told a few words like that, but sincere words.

-Hi Zoé… Waking up, eh? she asks with an amused expression.

Oh shit! She in the middle of the room with only a semi transparent nightgown… her cheeks turned red, the girl ran out to the room totally embarrassed by her appearance. And there she stayed until she heard the door close.

[…]

Jean Pierre was training at the gym that morning… and instead of concentrating on what he was doing, his mind kept thinking about her… Why the f**k was he still thinking about Zoé? He had already made up his mind not to see her again.

He let go of the weights with annoyance, now it turned out that the girl seemed like a stone in his damn shoe. He stood up, looking for another exercise to perform. The best thing he could do to get her out of his mind was to date another chick.

Or maybe… he should just f**k Zoé and get it over with once and for all?

Sitting on the couch eating an apple Zoé was reading a magazine, flipping through page after page… it had been two hours since her friend had left. But then there was a knock at the door. Zoé didn’t think anything of it, since she knew Maya had the keys. She didn’t plan to go out anywhere that day.

But the knocking continued… and she didn’t understand why the f**k she didn’t just walk in. Sulking, she got up and with the apple in her mouth and the magazine in her other hand, she opened the door.

The fruit rolled on the floor, and the magazine met the same fate… Jean was standing in front of her flat.

-Jean was standing in front of her apartment.

-What are you doing here? It was the first thing that came to his mind.

-Can I come in?

-Y-yes. He steps aside.

As she closes the door, she notices the Frenchman looking her over from bottom to top. And her cheeks light up again. The damned transparent nightdress. She hadn’t taken it off. Damn it! she mumbles to herself.

Quickly she made an attempt to run into the room. But Jean was quicker and intercepted her before she ran away. He firmly held her by the h**s and held her against his body.

-I like you better like this.

She opened her eyes wide, followed by the Frenchman, kissing her hungrily. In that instant Zoé’s legs faltered, having to hold on to the blond’s shoulders to keep from falling.

Jean tasted Zoé, who tasted like a green apple. It was like tasting a delicacy, a fine and exquisite sweet. From the first time he kissed her, she gave him that air of exclusivity, of innocence, of purity. Maybe everyone would say (you’ve lost your mind) but that’s how it was. Without understanding why, he wanted to keep seeing her.

And that was why, when he left the training sessions, he drove home. He knew she was alone, feeling more compelled to go see her. But he never counted on the fact that she would greet him in that nightgown that was already becoming his favourite.

Her whole body was clearly visible. Driven by the enormous desire Jean took one of his hands under the fabric, crowning her a*s to which she m****d. The blond took her by both buttocks to load her on top of him, he led her steps into the bedroom.

He thought he would finally end the agony he was in, all he needed to do was f**k her and it would all be over. He wouldn’t look for her again, he wouldn’t even set foot in the club.

They both lay down on the bed, Jean settling himself between her legs feeling how perfectly he fit. He grabbed her leg and pulled it up a little, the k**s growing more intense as the Frenchman rubbed himself all over her.

Zoé m****d incessantly, the tingling growing in her belly was driving her crazy. It was like the dream she had had with Jean, his k****s, the caresses, the way he touched her. Everything, everything was exactly the same. And no matter how much her reason begged her to stop, she couldn’t stop.