True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 111

-Well, since you’re all here, I’ve organised a small group of the best wedding planners. Everything will be ready for you two to get married in a week.

-A week? Zoé asks.

-Yes, didn’t my son tell you? Don’t you tell each other everything like the couple you are?

-Father, stop it! Zoé and I talked and decided that in a month it would be fine.

-No. It will be done as I say, one week. Sentences the old man. -Any problems, Miss Bonnes?

-None, Mr. Dubois. He smiles with difficulty.

-That’s it, in a week and that’s all there is to it.

After the unfriendly conversation that the couple had with Antonie, they all said goodbye and went to their rooms.

Zoé enters the bedroom followed by Jean… she didn’t know how to approach the subject but she didn’t want to sleep in the same room as him.

-Jean…

-You’ve agreed to his whims, now we’ll be married in a week. He takes off his jacket and lays it on the sofa.

-That’s not what I wanted to talk about. He says looking at her movements.

-So? He begins to loosen his tie.

-About sleeping together.

-What about that?

-I don’t want to sleep with you, that’s not in the contract.

-And where do you want me to sleep? You want my dad to see me leaving my girlfriend’s room in the middle of the night, wow! I think it would help our situation a lot Zoé.

-You don’t need to be so sarcastic, I know what would happen if I ran you out of the room.

-Then why are you talking rubbish… and don’t even think I’m going to sleep on the floor. He blurts out before she even suggests it.

-So what are we going to do?

-Share a bed, beautiful. He smiles mischievously at her.

Zoé watches the handsome Frenchman take off his shirt, revealing his bare chest and abdomen. Jesus Christ! How the f**k was she supposed to sleep every night with that man next to her.

-I hope you stay on your side. That’s all she said to turn around and leave.

The Frenchman just smiled and denied… she was so strange, from when here was a stripper taking care of her virtue. She ended up taking off her clothes, she needed a shower urgently.

A few seconds later, Zoé came out of the bathroom and found Jean naked in the middle of the room.

-What the f**k do you think you’re doing?

-I’m taking off my clothes to take a bath. He answers calmly.

-I know that, I want to know why… f**k! Put on a f*****g towel will you.

-You’ve already seen it Zoé, I don’t have to hide it. He tells her, passing by her side.

And as the brunette had turned around, this time it was her turn to see the Frenchman’s a*s as he entered the bathroom. He closed the door and she was able to breathe calmly.

She bit her lips remembering what she had just seen. That was a huge c**k, thought the brunette. She wasn’t aware that some men could become so endowed down there. She smiled internally, she had to tell Maya.

Zoé settled her body on the corner of the bed, since Jean Pierre had taken most of the bed to himself. As if there was no one else in the room.

Grateful that the bed was huge and that the two of them could fit in it without too much trouble. Still, I didn’t want to be too close to him. Besides, the bastard was sleeping in his boxer shorts. Well, although she wasn’t too far behind, there were no decent nightdresses in the wretched shop.

That night she wore the most conservative one she wore, and it was far from covering her body. The girl took the blanket and wrapped her body in it. She felt safer that way. But suddenly a strong arm wrapped around her waist.

-Are you going to sleep so early already? The blond whispers against her ear.

-Get away from me, you have your space, Jean.

-I like this side better.

-Then I’ll move to the other side and….

-No, I just like it better when you’re on it.

-Well, I’m sorry. Either you choose one side, or you go on the floor. But you’re not sleeping like that with me.

-Too late, beautiful. -You’re too late. I’m already falling asleep. He said in a muffled voice.

-Jean! -Jean! She pushed him away, but he had left all his weight on her.

Seconds later she heard his breathing become rhythmic and slow… she sighed because she knew he had fallen asleep on top of her.

As best as she could, she shifted, but it was no use. The Frenchman was asleep almost on top of her. She had no choice but to fall asleep as she was.

Zoé stirred her body a little, as she felt something very strange between her legs, but what was it? She opened her eyes, remembering that she was at Father Jean’s house, and just then she felt that someone was rummaging in her s*x.

She pulled back the blanket, realising that the Frenchman was between her legs eating her p***y…

-JEAN! she screamed at him. But she was ignored, instead she only felt the Frenchman’s tongue push deeper inside her. Tearing a hoarse m**n of pleasure from the young woman. -Ah, f**k.

The blond was still eating the small bulge of Zoé’s s*x, that morning he couldn’t bear to see her with her nightgown pulled up revealing those lacy panties. He was a man with needs and that morning he had woken up very hard.

As she slept peacefully on his chest, without making many movements he settled between her legs to eat her p***y. The girl enjoyed the heavy sleep, because she had felt nothing for a few seconds that were for him the glory.

But when she woke up, she tried to run away from his mouth but the Frenchman’s hands prevented her from doing so… although he didn’t have to struggle much, as she started to m**n. He didn’t understand why she was resisting him all the time. If she enjoyed it as much as he did.

It didn’t take long for the brunette to cum in Jean’s mouth, who was licking the fluids that gushed from Zoé’s lips. The girl was still convulsing from the spasms of that intense o****m she had just had. He knew he felt it when her essence filled his mouth.

While she was still in deep ecstasy, Jean took advantage of the moment to pull down his boxer shorts, then settled between his fiancée’s wet legs. It was crunch time, he would make her his that morning.

To his surprise, Zoé did not refuse him. Rather, she grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him closer to her lips and he gladly. Nestling his c**k at her wet entrance, the sensation was pleasurable and unique… f**k! This woman was driving him crazy.

He pushed the head of his c**k in a little, listening to her moaning, when he was about to enter her… someone came knocking on the door of his room, completely breaking that magical and maybe unique moment of the Frenchman.

-Merde! he exclaimed in his own language. -Who is it?

-Move your a*s brother, we have work to do.

-F*****g hell! he says angrily.

Zoé reacted to Jean’s words, realizing what she was about to do… she was going to give herself to that man. What had happened to everything she had promised herself? What was she doing? She pushed Jean aside, who looked very surprised… Zoé ran to the bathroom and locked herself in it.

-Zoé, what bit you? She asked from the other side of the door.

-Nothing.

-Did it bother you what we were doing?

-Yes. I didn’t give you permission to do anything, you just got under the sheets to provoke me.

-I didn’t notice any resistance from you.

She opens the door with a bang when she hears his tone of voice…

-You were seducing me, do you think I’m made of iron?

-What I think is that I’m not indifferent to you, cutie. He smiles.

You’re a bumpkin, conceited and self-absorbed.

-For a stripper, you play hard to get. But we both know you’ll soon fall into my arms and under my body, baby. He says arrogantly.

-I’ll never sleep with you, never.

-Never say never, you’re going to make Zoé Bonnes mine!

After that hot morning in the bedroom, Jean left with his brother. Zoé went in search of her friend, who she found more than asleep in her room. That was strange, she always got up early…

-Maya, wake up! She shook her.

The brunette woke up a little sleepy, slowly opening her eyes to focus on her friend standing before her.

-What’s wrong?

-Get up, I’m sure Jean’s father is waiting for us.

-I don’t want to go.

-Oh no! Don’t even think you’re going to leave me alone with the old man.

In the end, the brunette ended up getting up to give moral support to Zoé who couldn’t carry all that farce by herself.

As the brunette suspected, old Dubois was waiting for them to have breakfast on the terrace… Zoé didn’t understand, if he was bothered by the visit, why the f**k was he waiting for them? The girls sat down next to him and were about to serve him breakfast when a visitor interrupted them.

-Adelaine! My dear…

The friends turned their faces towards the entrance, noticing a lush blonde walking towards them. Wearing a beautiful dress, she looked as if she was attending a wedding or something. Zoé wondered who this woman was, and why the old man called her so affectionately?

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