True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 113

Maya was walking home distracted, when out of nowhere a hand pulls her back into the labyrinth. She gave a small squeak, but then smiled when she noticed it was Adrien.

-What are you doing? he asks with a smile.

-I’ve come to see you. He wraps his arms around her body.

-Yes.

-Yes. He answers in a husky, sensual voice.

The blond k****s the brunette’s lips passionately as he moves his hands down her thighs to crown her buttocks. Immediately she began to undo his trousers and unzip them to pull his p***s out of his boxer shorts.

The blond immediately pulled down the brunette’s panties, then climbed on top of her, sticking her body against the wall of flowers. In seconds he penetrated Maya who gasped against his lips, he bit them as he began to penetrate her more often.

The girl’s body went up and down clinging to the Frenchman’s shoulders. Jean gasped as he thrust in and out of her with great precision. Thankful that the girl was wearing a dress at the time.

-Oh Adrien! I’m going to cum,” he m****d against her lips. -I’m going to cum,” he said, tilting his head back.

-Yes baby, do it… do it for me. Come on!

-Aaaaahhh!” the brunette screamed, then she covered her own lips so as not to make too much of a fuss.

Adrien felt a hot liquid running down his p***s which accelerated his o****m, before he came inside her he pulled out quickly leaving her on the floor.

-I’m sorry, I always forget to wear a condom. He says wiping his p***s with a handkerchief.

-It’s ok. She answers a little blushing.

-Let me wipe you. Adrien offers.

-No, no…

But the blond pulls up her dress and gently wipes her v****a with his handkerchief… without looking away from her eyes.

-There you are!

-Thank you… and my panties?

-I’ll keep them.

-Adrien!

-They’re mine now… -Can I visit you again tonight?

-I’m scared, your dad is watching everything. -I’m scared he’ll catch us. I’m afraid he’ll catch us.

-He won’t, besides he doesn’t go up to that floor. He can’t.

-But I…

-I’ll go tonight, plus I’m moving in for as long as you guys are there. -Why?

-Why? -Because there’s you!

-Because you’re there!

The brunette’s heart fluttered with emotion, biting her lips as she knew her cheeks would be redder than a tomato.

-Adrien…

-I’ll see you tonight. Don’t make plans! he says, stepping past her.

The smile was wiped from her lips, she couldn’t expect anything less… he was a millionaire and she was just a poor girl. The only thing he wanted from her was to get laid, and now that she had allowed him to do so, he would surely leave her as soon as he got bored, like all the others.

-Don’t fall in love, Maya… Don’t fall in love, dammit! She scolded herself.

In the evening, after dinner… Zoé came out of the bathroom to replace an empty bed. After eating Jean didn’t come upstairs with her. The girl thought he would be annoyed by yet another rejection, and perhaps he no longer felt like sleeping in the same bed with her.

She couldn’t say she was happy about it, she really felt a little squeezed at heart now because of the Frenchman’s absence. From when she had missed the presence of a man in bed so much.

The girl stopped halfway to the bed… she bit the inner flesh of her lips hard… she couldn’t be! She liked Jean Dubois…

In the middle of her surprise, the door opened, letting in the cause of her wild thoughts… he looked at her with a serious look on his face and then frowned.

-What’s the matter with you?

-Nothing. He lied.

-You’re as white as a sheet.

-I’m fine. She answers and walks over to the bed.

He narrowed his eyes when he noticed she was lying, he even knew she was nervous. With the short time he had known her he knew many things about her. Although not all, there was something very important that I needed to know. But all in time.

He led his steps to the bed and in seconds the brunette was under his body… now she was more nervous than before.

-Get off of me? What are you doing?

-Why are you always running away from me? The blond took the girl’s hands above her head. -Are you afraid of me?

-No. What I don’t want you to get confused, just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean you’ll have any rights over me.

-It’s normal for a married couple to have s*x. Why don’t you see it that way?

-Because we won’t be an ordinary couple, we’ll just be bound by a contract. And that’s all!

-Yes, but that has nothing to do with it. We can still have good s*x. We’ll be together for a long time.

-I’m sorry.

-Zoé, I think we need to talk better.

The girl’s eyes narrowed, she wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him, but she suspected it wouldn’t be good.

-Given our situation, it’s necessary for us to have children.

-No! Definitely not.

-Yes. If we want a more real marriage, yes.

-You’re changing things. -When you asked me to be your wife, you didn’t talk about children. And I made it clear that I wouldn’t sleep with you.

-Well, things are going to change.

Jean’s eyes sparkled with mischief, then he leaned in to k**s Zoé on the lips. She resisted a little, but then when he deepened the k**s she gave in.

The pressure he had previously exerted on her wrists slowly loosened until it descended to her breasts. Zoé was not wearing a bra, she could feel the softness of her breasts through the silk fabric of the nightdress.

Her nipples were erect, he rubbed them listening to her m**n with pleasure. Slowly he pulled up the nightgown, feeling the soft skin of his girl.

-Jean, don’t… stop! She m****d softly against his lips.

-You want this more than me. Let me make you mine, let me show you everything I can do with your body.

-No… ah! no please, stop. She gasped as he licked her neck.

-I’m going to make love to you, tonight. He sentenced.

-Ah! god, no… -she m****d.

Jean brought his hand to her v****a, slipping a hand under the fabric of her panties. He found it wet. He inserted a finger into the cavity of her s*x, marvelling at the contact.

-Ahhh! Jean no, stop. She said as she moved against his finger.

But he ignored her, continuing to slowly masturbate her until she went crazy begging for more… each time she would spread her legs wider and wider, allowing him to fit between them.

Zoé’s thoughts were going down the drain, her willpower was abandoning her and that wasn’t good. If she continued like this she would end up sleeping with this man. So, gathering all her strength, she put a hand on the Frenchman’s chest to pull him apart.

-No more. She asked him calmly.

-Zoé, for God’s sake… you want this as much as I do. Give yourself to me.

-No. I can’t.

She only hears Jean sigh and then she stops feeling him on the bed. Then she hears the Frenchman slam the bathroom door.

The ice cold water was running down Jean’s body, it was what he needed, a lot of cold water. Two rejections in one day was like so many already. How long was he going to stoop to this woman? Didn’t he understand that she didn’t want to sleep with him.

It was frustrating to know that the woman you were thinking of marrying didn’t want to have s*x with you. How the hell was he going to do that? If he married her they wouldn’t have s*x.

Should he go through with those plans? But if he didn’t… he’d prove his father absolutely right, he’d be forced to marry the woman he wanted to marry. And if he didn’t, it would ruin his life, everything he owned, everything he had achieved by his own efforts.

He wasn’t willing to lose everything just because of his father’s bloody whim… he would marry Zoé, he had no other choice. She would be his.

A week later…

Old Antonie’s mansion was in chaos, staff walking to and fro. Carrying chairs, flowers, fabrics and a myriad of things for the ceremony that was to be held that night.

The garden was being prepared for the wedding, while the bride was in her room having her hair and make-up done by some girls hired by the old man.

-I’m dying of nerves. Zoé says, putting a fingernail in her mouth.

-Calm down, everything will be fine.

-I have a feeling something’s going to happen tonight.

-Yes, your wedding. Maya said lying on the bed watching her hair being combed.

-God Maya! This is no time for jokes.

-I’m trying to smooth things over for you, you’re as white as a sheet. You’ll ruin your make-up.

The girl just looks at her reflection in the mirror, she was right… she looked so pale. But who could blame her, she never imagined she would be involved in a contract marriage. Who knew she would go from stripper to madam. Although if she looked at it properly, not so much of a madam.

A few hours later Zoé looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, already wearing her dress… she hadn’t even been able to choose her own wedding dress. What’s more, she couldn’t choose anything, not even the groom. Her life was a complete fraud, a complete lie.