True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 114

Jean was having a drink of whisky in his father’s office, he was alone… maybe what he was looking for was a bit of peace. Outside everything was in chaos, his father’s friends kept arriving.

He didn’t need to see all those old men who only wanted to congratulate him on his marriage… (His marriage) one that wasn’t real at all. Well, at least not until he had her in his bed. If they didn’t consummate it, it wouldn’t be legal in the end.

He had to replace ways to get her into his bed, it would only take one night with her. He was absolutely certain that after that Zoé would give in to his commands. He needed to replace a good seduction strategy, in which she would fall at his feet.

It might sound a bit macho, but she had become obsessive for him… to the point that he wanted her as his wife in order to have her all to himself. Maybe it was sick, but he would still make love to his wife.

Right in the middle of his thoughts, the door to the office opened… Adrien walked in wearing a wedding suit.

-Escaping? he asks, coming to her side.

-I just wanted some time to myself, it’s noisy outside.

-Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to leave. It’s almost time.

-I know it is! He takes the last drink from his glass. -Is she ready?

-I don’t know, but I assume she is. She hasn’t left the room in hours.

-Are you sure you want to do this?

-Yes. -Breathe hard. -I’ll do it, I’ll marry her. He smiles.

-All right… you know I’ll be here if you need me.

-Let’s go to that wedding.

Zoe stood in the doorway leading to where a bunch of people she didn’t even know were waiting for her. The girl was breathing rapidly, either her dress was too tight or she really couldn’t get any air into her lungs.

Sighing, resigned under the steps… the brunette dragged the long train of her dress, walking down a short corridor that led to the garden. Before she could leave, the presence of a female figure interrupted her actions.

-Nice dress, who picked it out? Jean? she asked mockingly.

-Yes! -He said just to annoy her.

-I see…” He answers, coming out of the shadows with a glass in his hands. -Are you happy?

-Very… and if you’ll excuse me, I have a wedding to attend. He made a pretense of leaving.

-I slept with him. The blonde blurts out, which makes Zoé pause. – When you were in Texas, I f****d him here for a whole night. And I wasn’t the only one he f****d, darling, you’re marrying a playboy.

The brunette bites her lips, although that comment shouldn’t have bothered her, it didn’t… the truth is that something was eating her up inside, coming to replace out on her wedding day that your future husband had f****d a resentful blonde a few weeks before wasn’t good.

Damn blonde she thought! She just wanted to ruin his day, but what she didn’t know was that her wedding wasn’t real. So she shouldn’t care if Jean had f****d half of France. As long as she wasn’t one more on that damn list.

-Thank you for the information. I’ll keep it in mind.

-You’re still going to marry him? She said annoyed.

-Yes. I love him, and he loves me.

-You’re stupid, he’ll keep cheating on you with me or with any other woman. -You’re an idiot!

And with those last words Zoé goes outside where everyone stands up when they notice her presence. She looks exclusively at the groom standing at the altar, he didn’t seem so comfortable with the charade. Well neither did she, especially after replaceing out he’d f****d that f*****g blonde.

As a matter of policy, she half smiled… no matter what she knew or how she felt she had to act that day. Appear to be a happy fiancée.

Focus Zoé, think you’ll get something good out of this… at least you’ll live well, the girl told herself, taking steps forward.

The ceremony had been a success, and now the bride and groom were receiving hugs and congratulations from the guests. Zoe had performed to the best of her ability, and Jean was not far behind.

The Frenchman held the bride by the waist as everyone approached them, until Antonie came up to them.

-Very good! I’m pleased, guys, and that’s why I have a surprise for you. I’ve arranged a honeymoon trip for you.

-Father, that’s not necessary. I have work to do, and Zoe will start studying.

-No way, they’ll go on a honeymoon. -No way. I’m looking forward to my grandchildren. Smiles the old man mischievously.

-It’s still too early for that.

-It’s never too soon for anything. He answers seriously. -They’ll leave tonight.

The bride and groom look at each other’s faces without saying anything… A few minutes later, when the music started to play, the bride and groom made their entrance for their first dance.

Jean took his wife by the hand to the centre of the dance floor, wrapped around Zoé’s narrow waist and held her close to his body. He looked at her face and frowned at the seriousness he had been wearing for a long time. The Frenchman began to dance with her, feeling curious… so he didn’t hold back and asked her.

-Why are you so serious?

-Should I celebrate?

-It’s your wedding, you should be smiling.

-I’m not in the mood.

-Why?

-I don’t feel like celebrating that I’m marrying a playboy.

He frowns noticeably, and now what was wrong with her? Why the f**k was she so pissed off?

-Are you upset because my father forced us to go on this trip?

-I don’t care about that, besides, nothing will happen.

-That’s what you say!

She rolls her eyes as she continues to dance with her now new husband….

At last the agony of the party was over, and the bride and groom were about to leave for their honeymoon. Before Zoé got into the car her friend intercepted her.

-Zoé! she whispers to her friend. -What are you going to do?

-I don’t know. The girl bites her lips.

-I’m sorry friend, I wish you luck with that Frenchman.

-What are you talking about?

Don’t be silly, they’ll be alone… that guy will seduce you to such an extent that you won’t be able to resist.

-I won’t.

-Come on Zoe. -Her husband urges her. -It’s time to go.

The girl gets into the car feeling like she’s being led to the slaughterhouse… before Jean starts the car, old Antonie approaches the car door.

-I hope this trip will be prosperous, and very soon they will give me grandchildren… I will not accept this union if there are no grandchildren involved. The man’s gaze was stern and he seemed to be very serious.

-Enough, father! Jean replies without even looking at the man.

Jean starts the car and hurries off without waiting for any more tasteless comments from his father.

Later, after a two-hour drive, the newlyweds arrive at a cottage far from the city… his father had planned everything very well, since nobody will bother them there.

The Frenchman left the suitcases in the room, observing everything around him and noticing that there was only a single bed and that the sofa didn’t seem to be very comfortable.

-I’m sorry to tell you that I’m not going to sleep on that sofa for the next three days.

-Don’t worry, I thought so. She replies, taking off her coat.

-Although we could share it without having to fight. He smiles at her.

-It’s okay to dream.

Zoe walks to the bathroom and locks herself in… she just wanted to sleep and not know anything about the world. She hated her father-in-law, he was doing everything on purpose.

A few minutes later the brunette came out of the bathroom to replace that Jean had fallen asleep. It was a real surprise, she was already psyching herself up to replace a horny Frenchman looking for s*x. She didn’t know whether to be hurt or relieved.

The young woman admired Jean’s body, he was all muscle… everywhere she looked there was muscle. He was only wearing boxer shorts, and that bulge he was hiding between his legs even when he was asleep seemed to be very big.

She swallowed hard, because she was afraid… what if she fell into the man’s trap? If she let herself be seduced, if she gave in to his whims and ended up having s*x with him… damn! She exclaimed to herself, as she suspected that it would hurt like hell.

She rebuked her sinful thoughts, she had sworn to herself not to sleep with him and she intended to keep it. She settled her body on the bed and surrendered to the arms of Morpheus.

A heavy arm rested on her abdomen, while a leg was entangled between hers… Zoé wondered what was going on. When she opened her eyes she felt Jean’s presence very close to her, or rather he was almost on top of her body.

She tried to push him off her, but the Frenchman was resisting… she wondered if he was awake or asleep. She tried to stand up but the strong arm prevented her.

-I know you’re awake, I need to get up.

-We’re on our honeymoon, you don’t need to get up so early. He whispers against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

-For God’s sake, Jean… let me get up.

-Only if you let me give you oral s*x.

-What the f**k?!