True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 88

-Jean! I am glad you came home to-night.

-I can imagine, father. He answers a little bored.

-Well, you’re in luck my boy, we have special guests tonight.

-Father!

-Shut up! He answers seriously.

Jean clenches his jaw in anger. Antonie Dubois was the most desperate, controlling and manipulative man in all of France. For that reason he hated going to his house for dinner.

Father and son entered the dining room, where Adrien stood up to greet him with a handshake.

-I thought you weren’t coming.

-Believe me, I’m already regretting it. He replied, looking at the blonde sitting at the table who couldn’t take her eyes off him. -What is she doing here?

Dad invited her to dinner, and since you know she has a crush on you, I didn’t hesitate to accept.

-Why the f**k didn’t you stop her?

-Nobody says no to Antonie, bro. You should know that by now.

The brothers turned around to approach the table. Their father was just smiling at the blonde beside him, but of course the old man’s intentions were different for the girl.

-Oh, Jean! How nice to see you. The blonde said to him as she noticed him approaching.

-Adelaine… What a surprise!

-Your father was kind enough to invite me, I hope you don’t mind.

-Of course not! Antonie answered, looking at his son reluctantly. – My son will always welcome you with open arms, won’t he Jean?

-Of course! he answers seriously.

They all sat down at the table, Antonie kept talking to Adrien about the restaurants. While Jean was looking for ways to get out of the house in the middle of dinner.

Not that he was bothered by the blonde’s presence, Adelaine was a beautiful woman. He was even thinking of taking her to bed. He was sure she wouldn’t object, the only thing that would complicate things was that she would get the wrong idea.

Jean didn’t want a romantic relationship, let alone a marriage. And both his father and the blonde before him were eager to throw the noose around his neck. And that was far from happening. There wasn’t yet a woman born to whom he wanted to put a ring on his finger.

-Tell me Jean, what do you have planned for tonight? It’s Friday, what do you usually do?

-I usually go out with Adrien, to bars.

-It wouldn’t be bad if I joined you for a while.

-It’s no place for a lady like you, Adelaine.

-And what place is it for me, according to you Jean?

The blonde asked with a hidden smile, as she circled the rim of a glass full of red wine with her finger.

-I don’t know! Why don’t you tell me? He replies in a seductive voice.

-A more private place! And with fewer people.

-So, just you and me?

-Exactly!

The young blonde takes a sip from her glass as she watches Jean out of the corner of her eye.

After a laborious dinner… the brothers bid farewell to their father.

-You’d better treat her like a lady! The old man warns him. -I want her to be your wife, so don’t ruin it, Jean.

-And I told you, I’m not getting married, father.

-If you don’t, you’ll be out on the street.

-That’s why I have my own restaurant.

-One what, I can take care of destroying.

The old man pats his eldest son’s back after making a threat that was not to be taken lightly.

The boys got into the car, and of course the blonde got into Jean’s car.

-So, what do you want to do? Jean asks.

Let’s stop beating around the bush, Jean, we’re grown-ups. He answers with a sharp look.

-He smiles and starts the car.

Twenty minutes later… Jean was gluing Adelaine’s body against the wall of his room, while their lips were still pressed together.

As soon as he entered the Frenchman’s flat, his lustful companion threw herself at him. And since he was a very virile man, he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to f**k this stunning, horny blonde.

As he slid his hands down her body, she stripped him of his clothes. It was going so fast, but so what? That was s*x… in the morning he would lay his cards on the table as to what they were going to do that night.

Because to ruin a very good thing, for a silly thing like marriage….

-I want you to make me yours tonight Jean! Adelaine whispered against his lips.

-If that’s what you want, I’ll gladly oblige you beautiful.

-Oh yes,” she gasped as she felt his lips on her neck.

Jean thought maybe he wasn’t doing the right things, what if this blonde misinterpreted things? What if he wanted more? Usually, he was a man who slept with a woman for one night and no more….

His libido was dropping a little, he was thinking too much and that wasn’t normal for him. Suddenly the blonde threw him down on the bed, and then crawled on top of him.

-You think too much!

And those were the last words she said, because she had kissed him again. What little sanity had begun to emerge in his head had disappeared as soon as she began to move and rub her body over him.

She was good at seducing and making a man forget the reasons why he should stop, a part inside him told him (stop) but that was already deep inside him.

Besides, she wasn’t made of iron either, he thought….