True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 102

She was no longer in control of her body, Jean was setting the pace and she just wanted to let herself be carried away by him. The sensation was indescribable.

Little by little the skilful Frenchman pulled up her nightdress, until he could feel the bare skin of her belly. Only the panties were the only thing that prevented him from feeling her completely. He slid a hand under the fabric of the panties feeling the skin of her v****a.

Zoé tensed under his lips, she was waiting to be touched. He moved his fingers a little further down until he felt the small button hidden in the folds of her v****a. She was already wet, the finger slipped in easily giving him the facility to masturbate her better.

She parted the lips of her mouth so that she could m**n and breathe at the same time. Boldly, Jean inserted this finger into the cavity of her s*x. Finding the inside much wetter and warmer. She slowly pushed her finger in and out, approving that she was ready to receive it.

He pushed aside her panties, then slowly pulled down the sports overalls she was wearing… as he pulled out his p***s, Jean felt Zoé’s gaze on him.

She opened her eyes, as if she had never seen a p***s before in her life. He smiles and moves to her lips to k**s her. And with the guidance of his hand he drove his c**k into Zoé’s v****a… with the tip at her entrance, Jean’s f*****g mobile phone started ringing.

He chose to ignore it and get on with the act. He pressed his body closer to Zoé’s body.

-Wait! She stops him and he curses. -No, I can’t.

-Why not? We’re already too far to stop Zoé, let me make you mine. He k****s her lips.

-Your mobile, you should answer it.

-I don’t care about that! This does.

-No! she says confidently.

Jean exclaims a string of oaths… he’d kill the bastard who was interrupting him. With no other choice, he broke away from Zoé. Standing up just like that with no clothes on from the waist down.

-Hello! He frowns, knowing his father was a bastard.

Zoé watches as Jean pokes the bridge of her eyes…She pulls down her nightgown and then stands up. She reaches for some pyjama trousers, quickly pulling them on.

The brunette couldn’t stop looking at that a*s, so firm. And those legs, f**k! Zoé was drooling.

-Yes, as you wish. Jean says, hanging up to turn around. -What are you doing? He asks her when he sees her more dressed than a nun.

-You must leave! She says embarrassed.

-Zoé, you’re not serious? The frown on her forehead became more and more noticeable.

-Very serious.

The Frenchman clenches his jaw in frustration… another interruption that ruined his plans. Wasn’t he destined to f**k this woman? Something always happened.

-Can you cover yourself with something, please? He, noticing that Zoé was blushing, said to himself as if he didn’t see many of those on a daily basis.

He took her clothes to get dressed, she didn’t even look at him, she just left the room. She looked embarrassed, how ridiculous! When he came out he found her sitting on the sofa.

-I don’t understand what the problem is with us having s*x Zoé… it’s a very normal thing. We both do it very often.

-Jean! You could leave.

-Why won’t you accept me? -What do I need to have for you to let me into your bed? Maybe the money I gave you wasn’t enough, because if I can’t…

But Zoé was already standing up in a rage. The brunette focused on him with her piercing eyes almost full of tears. Thinking that no one in her life had ever made her feel so miserable and worthless as that Frenchman was doing.

Not even that damned Charlie who tried to rape her. But Jean, he was so overbearing and egomaniacal… a f*****g Playboy who thought that because he had so much power he could buy and get whatever he wanted. But he was far from that with her….

-SHUT UP! she shouts at him in disgust.

Zoé takes her purse and takes out the money he had given her. Out of rage she was driven to push him out the door, once she was outside his house she threw the money in his face.

-I don’t need your damn money… I don’t need a man in my bed… I don’t need you, Jean Pierre Dubois. Don’t come to my house and humiliate me by buying me with your filthy money. I don’t want to see you again!

She slams the door shut, as she leans her forehead against the door and begins to cry silently.

Jean had a way of hurting her so much that Zoé ended up collapsing. She definitely didn’t want to see him anymore. But then… Why the f**k did she feel so bad?

The Frenchman sighed, and stood there staring at the door that had been slammed in his face. He looked at the money lying on the floor, he was surprised… she hadn’t spent a penny of it. He looked up again, Zoé didn’t seem to be what she was in front of everyone.

Resigned, he turned and walked away….

Adrien left Maya at the door of the flat. The girl smiled at the blond and he kissed her on the lips, the date had gone well between the two of them. And now they were more intimate than before.

-I should go inside, we have to go to work in a little while.

-Well. He replied with a disgusted expression.

-Then I’ll see you later.

-Sure!

The girl goes in and the blond leaves, takes out his mobile phone and makes a call.

-Zoé! Girl, where are you?

The brunette came out of the room dressed, though her expression looked a little dejected.

-Are you all right?

-Y-yes. You’re late, you must hurry.

-Hey, yeah… Are you sure you’re all right? He asks again.

-Yes. -Go and change.

-Well… -Well…

After thinking about it a lot, and crying her eyes out… Zoé thought that she wasn’t going to let herself be humiliated by that guy. He could think whatever he wanted about her, she was nothing of his, nor would she ever be his. She had to move on, but now how was she going to tell her friend that they didn’t have a penny.

That all the money had been paid back, that she didn’t have enough for rent or food… that it was very possible that they would end up on the street. The tips at the club were lousy these days, barely enough to eat. He had already made up his mind to spend the money in a better place, but given the cruel words of that Frenchman, he didn’t dare keep it.

Adrien parked in the car park of his home building. Catching his brother’s car next to it. He went up to his flat, and by the time he entered his flat he caught him coming out of the bathroom. That was unusual for him, he was usually ready to go out to the club. Ever since he’d met the strippers he’d been like that.

-What are you doing? asked the youngest.

-I was taking a bath, or else.

-Aren’t we going to the club?

-Not tonight… besides, I have another engagement.

-With Zoé? He frowns.

-No. With a redhead.

-And Zoé?

-I’m not interested.

He answers drying his hair with a towel. He walked barefoot to the mini bar. Adrien suspected something had happened.

-What happened?

-Nothing.

-Not while.

-Adrien… Stop it, if you want to go to the damn bar, go. He says angrily.

-What bug bit you? -He crosses his arms.

-That girl! He pours himself a drink.

-Zoé?

-Yes. He answers after taking a sip. -She rejects me.

-So what’s the matter? She’s been doing it since the first day.

That was true, but she kept on doing it, even though she gave in to his k****s, to his caresses, to everything about him… except his money.

-He gave me back the money I left him that night.

-What? Adrien stood beside her.

-He paid me back in full, he didn’t spend any of it.

-I didn’t expect that. He replied, astonished.

-Neither did I!

-So, you’re not going to the club?

-No. I’ll never see her again.

He leaves the mini-bar to walk to his room. Adrien taps his fingertips on the table.

-I’ll go out with that redhead, and that’s the end of it… if she doesn’t want to sleep with me, there are plenty who do. And I wouldn’t have to expend so much energy to convince them. His brother yells at him.

Adrien denies and smiles… he thought that Zoé was the only girl that made him spend energy, the girl had something special to make a Dubois waste his time.

-Well, I’ll come, if you’re up for it, you know where to replace me.

-Don’t wait for me Adrien!

Jean listened as his brother closed the door. He grabbed a navy blue shirt and began to dress. He’d better forget about that stripper.

The club was bustling, girls were running around… serving drinks. Maya was doing her show that night, while Zoé was waiting tables. Feeling a huge emptiness inside her…

Jean wasn’t at the table she used to be at.