True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 97

Charlie approached her with the leather strap in his hand… Zoé looked at him in a panic, he had never hit her before but apparently that was going to change that afternoon. And then, out of nowhere the man lunged at her violently to hit her hard.

-Noooooo…” cried the brunette, crying and trying to shake the man off.

-You’ll learn to talk to me properly, bitch!

The girl was struggling when she noticed that Charlie started to loosen his trousers, and that made her realise that he wasn’t only planning to hit her, but that he intended to rape her.

Her heart skipped a beat when he pulled down his jeans exposing his d**k, the girl felt disgust and repulsion at the sight of his nakedness… instinctively when she felt his hands on the zip of his trousers, the brunette kicked him in the face throwing the aggressor to the ground.

Without thinking too much, Zoé runs out of the room with her heart in her mouth, cold sweats and a deep urge to vomit whipping her stomach.

-Zoeeeeeeee! Damn girl, come here.

She heard Charlie say to her as she ran out the door into the street, the sweat on her body like it was raining down on her. She was trembling with fear… fear that he would find her and abuse her. Fear that no one would defend her. She was tired of this life.

The brunette had run so fast, she hadn’t realised she had reached the place where Maya worked. Her thoughts were blank, she had no idea what she could do. She just stood there, in front of the glass that overlooked her friend’s cafeteria.

Maya had seen her when she was serving some coffees, and by the look of panic and fear on Zoé’s face, the brunette had run out to help her.

-God, Zoé, what happened? You’re as white as a sheet.

-Maya…” she said through her tears, then collapsed on top of her.

-Oh, my friend!

It was understandable that her best friend was like that with her, she was her neighbour and they had grown up together since they were little. They were practically like sisters.

Since that afternoon, Zoé asked her friend for money so she could leave. And in the end, the brunette ended up accompanying her on her adventure. She left her job, and they both went to France. Where neither of them had fared so well. And as a result of the long trip, they spent their per diems.

They ended up becoming strippers…

-I’m just asking you to be careful with that man, my friend. I wouldn’t want him to hurt you.

-Be cool! -Besides, I’m not going to fall in love. Besides, I’m not going to fall in love. We’re just going out.

-Well, I just want you to take care of yourself.

-I will! He says with a goofy smile on his face. -Now let’s get to work, your stalker is waiting for you.

-Shut up! He pushes her.

The place was crowded that night, there were more people than usual. Zoé immediately catches Jean sitting at his tables… Who would have told him that this area was his? She asked herself in annoyance.

Resigned, she sighed, walking towards them…

-Hello gentlemen, what would you like to order tonight?

-Hello Zoe! It’s good to see you. Jean says with his usual smile.

My name is Kira, what are you going to order?

He frowns at her answer, was she angry? Why? wondered the blond.

-The usual. He answers seriously.

-Good! He turns around.

-I don’t think you’ve made much progress, my dear brother.

-She’s very different from the others, I’ve never met a stripper like her before. He replies as he watches the girl walk away.

-That must be why you like her so much.

-Definitely! He smiles. -Making her mine will be a pleasure. He sharpens his eyes.

[…]

At last the night was over, and with it Zoé’s work… she picked up her bag and began to look for her friend.

-Where has she gone?

She goes out to the bar, and there were only a few girls chatting and waiting for them to come and get them. She said goodbye and went outside, finding Jean leaning against a car. The Frenchman was standing with his arms folded, he seemed to be waiting for her.

-At last you’re coming out!

-What are you doing here?

-I’m waiting for you, otherwise… Why are you angry with me?

-What are you waiting for? -What do you want?

-I’ll take you home, beautiful.

-No thanks, I’ll go with my friend. -Alone!

-Well, you see… she told me she was waiting for you at home. -Well, you see… she told me she was waiting for you at home.

-What?! She approached him. -She left? -But with whom?

-With Adrien, my brother. He smiles and approaches her too. -Shall we go?

He points with his hand to his car, it was a black Mustang GT turbo… Zoé blinked repeatedly, astonished and angry with Maya. She had left her alone with this guy she didn’t even know, and by the way she had gone with a stranger.

-No thanks! I can walk home. Although she didn’t seem to be able to do it alone, she adjusted her purse, making an attempt to leave. But a hand stopped her.

-Oh no, of course not!

Suddenly strong arms closed over her abdomen. Jean was dragging her towards the car.

-What do you think you’re doing! He shouts at her.

-I’m taking you home safe. I promised Maya I’d take you in one piece.

-What? Nooo… -I shouted at her.

But it was too late, her body was already in that car. In seconds Jean Pierre was riding next to her, she just looked at him furious.

-Why the hell are you doing this?

-Because I want to.

-Muttley! You’re the one who told that boy to make out with my friend. She claims to him. -If I do anything bad to him, I swear I’ll slap him a couple of times.

-It was me. But I think my brother already liked your friend. So I don’t feel guilty.

He starts the car, revving the engine.

-You’re an idiot,” he says and then sits back in the seat.

Jean smiles and drives… his plan had hit the nail on the head, with the friend out of the game he would have more time with her.

[…]

-Thanks for the ride Adrien. Maya smiles at the blond.

-My pleasure!

-Looks like Zoé hasn’t arrived.

-My brother will take good care of her. Aren’t you going upstairs?

-I’m going… thank you. He says, opening the door. -Go now, this neighbourhood is not safe.

-Not until you go inside. He points his finger at the door.

-Yes. -She answers foolishly. -Goodbye. He gestures with his hand.

-See you tomorrow Maya.

She turns around and bites the flesh of her lips. She pulls out her keys feeling her hands shaking, feeling that look behind her back threw her off. Calm down Maya, she scolded herself… no love, no love. she said to herself…

She finally got in and before going up the stairs she turned around… noticing that Adrien was starting the car while he was talking on the phone. The brunette’s smile faded.

-Of course,” she said as she climbed the stairs. -You’re very delusional, Maya Weber.

[…]

Jean Pierre parked the car in front of Zoé’s building, left the engine running.

-I’ve done my duty.

-Well, that’s good! The girl pretends to leave, but a hand grabs the door handle.

-Where are you going?

-To my house! She answers with annoyance.

-First give me a k**s.

-Of course not, do you think I’m giving away k****s over there?

-I hope not! he says mockingly. -But still.

Jean approached her so fast he didn’t give her a chance to react. He was already on her lips, devouring them like a hungry animal. And although at first Zoé refused to respond to the k**s, the young woman ended up reciprocating the rapture…

A few minutes later, Zoé was walking upstairs to her flat. Closing the door, she leans against it and sighs, closing her eyes.

-What’s wrong with me? she whispers to the darkness of the room. -Because I let myself be kissed?

At that, the lights come on, giving the brunette a jolt.

-F**k, Maya! she says with a hand on her chest.

-Well? How did it go?

-Traitor! You left me alone with that guy, and you went off with the other guy! They could be rapists, or worse, murderers.

-Come on, nothing happened, did it? He raises an eyebrow.

-Nothing happened. And don’t ever do something like that again.

-What are you complaining about? We didn’t have to walk, and besides, I took the risk of leaving the door unlocked so you could come in at any time you wanted. I assumed that…

-Nothing. Nothing will ever happen between me and that guy. He’s a millionaire and I, well he thinks I’m a cheap whore. Nothing good will come of it.

Zoé walks past her friend towards the bedroom.

-Never say never.

-Well, it won’t happen with me. We’re different, he just wants to sleep with me. And I won’t let him.

-Well. Her friend answers, lying down on the bed.

-What about that boy?

-Ahs! An ordinary, flirtatious guy. Like everyone else.

-What do you mean?

-Nothing. I think we should sleep.

-Yes. -Answered her friend thoughtfully.

She took off her clothes, put on a pair of pyjamas and lay down next to her friend. There was only one bed, no way. The brunette closed her eyes and the last thing she thought about was that k**s.