True Love
(Book 3) – Chapter 96

Closing the door, Zoé sighs, leaning her forehead against the door… Damn it! she exclaims to herself, what was she doing? She wondered.

-Well? I ruined the moment, or I’ll get to the point and you’ll finally stop being a virgin stripper.

Zoé turns and looks reluctantly at her friend who still has her bags in her hands.

-Don’t talk rubbish!

-Oh, I see… I don’t seem to be able to get to any base. What a pity! He says, putting the bags down on the table. -Too much of a prude, my friend.

-Maya, God! That man is stalking me, he followed us here. That’s why he knows where I live. Do you know what it means?

-Yeah… he likes you, and he wants to sleep with you. -Yeah… he likes you, and he wants to sleep with you. You should leave him, he’s very cute, I’m sure he’s a great lover in bed.

-I’m not going to sell him my virginity. -I’m not going to sell him my virginity.

-You’re not going to sell it to him, you’ll be doing yourself a favour Zoé. Take off that self-imposed chastity. It’s absurd that you’re still a virgin in this century.

The brunette bites her lips in doubt… her mind was a complete mess, Jean Dubois came into her life to mess it all up.

-I won’t… I think there are still true loves out there, I’d like to wait for mine.

-As you wish… she shrugs her shoulders… I hope you won’t have to wait too long for that Prince Charming…

And she was thinking the same thing… she was already 22 years old and she hadn’t yet dated a guy who made her feel something special. And although Jean had been the first to touch her in depth, she knew that he only wanted to f**k her and nothing else…

Besides, what billionaire businessman would want to marry or date a stripper?

Jean Pierre Dubois, got into his car quite pissed off. If it hadn’t been for the friend’s interruption, he would be eating that stripper right now. Just remembering the taste of her body in his mouth made him hard again.

He had to fail her, Zoé had become an obsession for him… he smiled, at least he had made some progress.

Dubois walked into his office with his mind on Zoé… but that all came crashing down as soon as he found his father sitting in his chair with Adelaine, but what the f**k were those two doing?

-Son! You’re home at last. Where have you been? The old man’s eyes narrowed.

-Busy. He approaches them, taking off his jacket. -Adelaine, what a surprise. The young man says to him.

-I came to see you, but I ran into your father. The blonde smiles at him.

-And to what do I owe your presence?

-Jean! She can come to the company whenever she wants. Her father scolds her.

-Well, I have a lot of work to do. You could tell me what I owe her visits to.

-I’m leaving. Says the old man standing up. -My child, be well. He k****s the blonde’s forehead.

-Thank you Mr. Dubois!

-Treat her well. Threatens the old man between his teeth.

Antonie leaves the office with cane in hand, while Jean sits back in his chair. He immediately focuses on the blonde in front of him.

-What can I do for you?

-Why didn’t you call me? she asks with a raised eyebrow.

-I’ve been very busy. He excuses himself.

-I don’t doubt it! But, I didn’t think you were one of those men who, after sleeping with a woman one night, would forget her the next day.

-I think I was quite clear with you, Adelaine.

-No.

The girl stands up, smoothing her silk dress.

-You know very well what I want with you Jean… even your father knows it.

-I didn’t give you hope. -I don’t want to get married!

-Why? She turns to look at him with a serene expression.

-I don’t believe in marriage, and I don’t believe in love. And you do, do you intend to marry a man who doesn’t want to love and be loved? Is that what you expect?

-Everyone changes, with time Jean… things could get better.

-They could also get worse! Adelaine. He stands up and approaches her. -I’m not the home type of man, don’t expect that from me. I won’t marry you! He answers her frankly.

The blonde clenches her jaw… she knew that tying up Jean Pierre Dubois was going to be a hard task. He was a Playboy, a promiscuous flirt. It was obvious he wasn’t going to want to marry her after a one-night stand.

-Well! The blonde replies. -But I tell you, I won’t stop insisting Jean. I really like you.

She moves closer to him, wrapping her arm around him. She brings her full, crimson lips to his and smiles.

-Sooner or later, you’ll be mine.

She plants a chaste k**s on his lips, leaving a noticeable mark on them. She pulls away from him, picks up her purse and walks away, swaying her h**s seductively.

Jean sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and then denies. At least he had made things clear with her. If she wanted to continue with the game, she would play alone… he already had someone to play with. And he intended to win.

The Frenchman returned to his chair to continue with the pending work, that day he had to visit some of his father’s restaurants. So he had to move the work forward.

In the evening, Jean and his brother arrived at the nightclub where Zoé worked… especially that night, they arrived early, as Jean wanted to see Zoé for a longer time.

-Is her name really Maya? Adrien asks, sitting down at the table.

-And I want you to keep her entertained, I want more time with Zoé.

-You sure are quick to replace out things about people.

-If it was a woman, I’m sure I’d know very quickly.

-Well, what do you want me to do with my friend?

-Go out with her, entertain her… I just want more time with Zoé.

-That won’t be a problem for me. He smiles with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Zoé tightens the black apron on her h*p, at that moment her friend enters, all euphoric….

-She asked me out! She says almost shouting to Zoé inside the hall.

-What the hell are you talking about? Who?

-The brother… the blond one. She slaps her hands together.

-Maya Weber, who the f**k are you talking about?

-Your stalker’s brother. He asked me out! Kyyyyaaaa… she screams at the top of her lungs.

-It can’t be! she says incredulously.

Zoé watched her friend prance around like a goat without a rope… she was very happy and her cheeks had turned pink. She wondered what that stalker was up to, she suspected that it was all Jean’s doing. She could feel it.

-Maya, you have to be careful. Those guys have a lot of money. We don’t know what they’re up to.

-I don’t care if he wants me to sleep with him, haven’t you seen him? He’s a hot piece of a*s… Damn! That a*s is to die for… I’m curious to know what his d**k looks like.

-Maya! He scolds her.

-Zoe, come on girl… someday you’ll have to see a real one. You can’t stay with the trauma of having seen your f*****g stepdad’s d**k for the rest of your life.

Her friend put her head down, trying to forget about it. Every day she tried to do it… some days she just didn’t think about it, but other days it was as if she was living it all over again.

It was as if that wretched man had really abused her… she remembered it as clear as day…

That evening she was returning home from a job interview in which she had been unsuccessful… Zoé collapsed on her fluffy bed more disappointed than ever. It was very difficult for her to replace a job in Texas, she didn’t understand why.

Her eyes watered a little, she just wanted a job so she could have the means to get out of that house. She couldn’t stand living with her mother’s husband anymore, he was not only an abuser, he was also a lousy bum. He stole her mother’s money and spent it on alcohol.

The constant fights between him and her mother were appalling, she didn’t understand why her mother didn’t throw him out. Why did she stay with a man who mistreated her? She didn’t want a life like that, she didn’t want a man who mistreated her, humiliated her, or played with her?

It wasn’t long after she got home that the front door burst open. She sat up with a start, thinking that no one was coming home at that hour. She peeked in the door and noticed that her mother’s husband was at home.

The guy saw her before she could return to the safety of the room, she tried to close the door but the man was strong and pushed her hard.

-So you’re in the house, you little whore!

-Get out of my room, you wretch.

-You’re a talker, I’ll teach you some manners.

-Get out, or I’ll call the police.

-You’ll do nothing! She slams the door.

Zoé falls back, sitting down on the bed. She notices how Charlie took off his leash, twisting it in his hand. He reeked of alcohol and looked out of sorts. His eyes were red, and dilated. The brunette felt scared, this guy was very aggressive when he was drunk. Well she knew when she saw him hit her mother in such a brutal way.