Chapitre Trente Quatre
Par Jolie Adam
Larry blinked a few times before fully waking. He was so relaxed that it took him a few minutes to realize he was in his room. It was very dark and he wondered how long he’d been sleeping for. He was so well-rested, it felt like it must have been for an eternity but it was only four in the morning. Recollections of the events that happened began coming back to the forefront of his mind. The tournament, the victory, the fight, the flight down the stairs, hospital…
After being pushed down the stairs by Em, Larry spent about ten minutes holding his right foot in pain. He spent ten agonizing minutes baring the discomfort of not knowing whether he had seriously injured something. Trying hard to get up, he managed to stand but was thrown off balance by the throbbing pain in his right foot.
Jen had been walking around the stadium looking for Em. She’d followed him about a minute behind yet she didn’t see him anywhere. Perhaps there’s another exit, she thought as she made her way around the vast stadium before giving up. She was mortified and seriously considered just going home but after everything that had happened, she wanted to be there when the twins were crowned the winners and awarded their trophy. This was a very significant moment for them and she wanted to be there every step of the way, especially for Larry. Once inside, she was going up the stairs when she saw Larry struggling to stand.
“Larry, are you okay?”
“I don’t know. My foot…it hurts. I can’t stand.”
She rushed over to him in a panic, putting his arm over her shoulder to help him stand on his other foot.
“How badly does it hurt? Did you trip? What happened?” She asked frantically.
“Em…he pushed me.” Larry retorted with every ounce of calm left in him. She could feel the tension between them and his blood boiling beneath his skin. He was furious and she felt immensely guilty for Em’s actions. At this point she no longer cared what had caused him to lash out that way, it was simply inexcusable.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what got into him. I’ve never seem him that mad. Let’s get you up the stairs…actually maybe you should wait here, let me go grab someone.”
Jen ran up the stairs to get Laurent. On their way back, she dialled for an ambulance only to realize that there were paramedics already on site for the event. Luckily, they’d been able to get Larry to the hospital within 15 minutes. The doctor insisted on running a few tests and x-rays to ensure nothing was broken, even if he didn’t think so due to the intact bone structure in Larry’s foot. Larry had been so moody and angry at the same time, awaiting anxiously for the results which proved what the doctor initially thought. Nothing was broken, just a severe strain of the muscles in the foot due to the bad landing. He got a small brace to support the strained foot and prevent any further stress on its ligaments. Luckily, no joints had been torn so the doctor was rather enthusiastic about a swift recovery however the patient wouldn’t be able to exercise or dance for at least 4 weeks. Upon hearing this, Larry began unleashing a series of expletive in frustration and anger. This doctor wanted him to go an entire month without dancing? That was simply impossible and the thought alone infuriated him. As much as he appreciated having Jen and his brother present at the hospital, he really wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone. He didn’t want his conscience tricking him into thinking this was Jen’s fault but he knew it was. He looked through the window and saw Lau sitting right next to Jen, his hand on her leg and suddenly felt like he wanted to unleash his aggravation on someone. Anyone. The nurse could feel the tension in the room even though Larry was the only one in it and offered him a relaxant to help with the pain and get rid of the edge. Seeing as he would be on a regimen of painkillers for the next few days, he figured a relaxant might help a bit. There were no side effects and it would kick in within 20 minutes. But 20 minutes later, he’d been discharged and boarded a taxi with his brother and Jen. It still hadn’t kicked in… until he got home and somehow ended up in bed. He fell into a sleep trance the minute his head hit the pillow. Waking up now, he was relaxed and Zen.
Larry looked again at the clock, it was barely 4:15 AM and everyone else was sleeping. Turning the bed lamp, he reached for his bottle of water to take a sip. That relaxant really kicked in hard. His body was sleep-satisfied yet his legs were paralyzed to the comfort of his warm bed. Thoughts began rummaging through his mind about everything, his life, his career, his brother, Jen, his family. He wanted to shut it off but everything he felt was just parading at the forefront of his mind. He was so occupied thinking about everything that he didn’t even realize his eyes shut, leading him back into a peaceful sleep.
Larry woke once again, this time to a soft knock on the door. He opened his eyes and looked at the sunlight bursting through an entrance slit in the curtains.
“Come in!” Larry shouted from his bed.
After a brief pause, his door handle turned welcoming Jennifer who was holding a tray of food.
“Good morning.” She greeted him with her best smile.
“Hi,” He responded, unsure of what was more appetizing. The amazing smell and sight of the omelette currently making its way to him or Jen in her white t-shirt and blue cardigan, looking cute and desirable at the same time. Her hair was sleeked back and tied into a tight, small bun. This was his first time seeing her without her extensions. She approached him and placed the tray on a vacant spot of the bed.
“How are you feeling?” She whispered to him between a morning kiss.
“Happy.” Larry laughed which took Jen by surprise before she realized why.
“Ouu, the pill finally kicked in. I like this pill,” She laughed as well in reference to his sunny state. When he was being so carefree and relaxed, it just reminded her of Laurent but only for a brief moment. “I made you eggs with bacon, tiny sausages, asparagus and bell peppers. Some tea and yogurt and bread and jam.”
“Damn Jen, you trying to feed me or kill me?” He snorted at her cutesy elaboration.
“Oh puh-lease, I see how boys eat. I bet this won’t even be enough.”
He smiled at her.
“What?” She asked, genuinely oblivious.
“I’m not a boy Jen, I’m a man. Come here.” He said in a sudden authoritative tone.
She moved toward him and sat by him on the bed. He pulled her chin toward him to plant a kiss on her lips. Her hands rose to both sides of his face, caressing the nape of his neck and she let herself get absorbed by the kiss. Pulling away briefly, she made the effort to apologize.
“I’m sorry Larry. That was my fault. I was scared you’d be mad at me. I’m really sorry.”
“I am mad Jen but then I see that I can’t be mad at you. So I’m mad at Em.” He replied smoothly. Hearing steps in the hallway caused Jen to retire from kissing Larry.
“What’s up? How’s your leg?” Laurent had walked right into the room since Jen had failed to close the door once she waltzed in with busy hands carrying Larry’s breakfast. It was pure luck that Lau stomped his feet when he walked indoors or else he would’ve walked right into a rather intimate moment.
Lau felt something shift when he entered the room. Jen was sitting very closely to Larry and he almost felt like he was intruding something private. Seeing the breakfast tray on the bed quickly dissolved his jealous streak as he resonated that Jen was probably trying to help Larry sit up for him to have his meal.
“It’s my foot. And it’s okay.” Larry said uncomfortably. As of late, he just felt uneasy being too close to his brother and was aware he had to tell him the truth about him and Jen. He just needed the right time and the right place. But he knew his twin, there was no way he could deliver the news lightly. Not this kind of news.
“Good! Jen, let me talk to you for a minute.”
She followed him out of the room and closed the door behind her. She could hear the fork land against the plate and knew that Larry had started eating. A fleeting feeling of pride surfaced as a small smile on her face.
“You don’t have to do this. My mom can help my brother.” Lau said, bluntly interrupting her pleasant thoughts.
“What are you talking about, Lau?”
“He’s fine, it’s just his foot. My mom can take care of him.”
“Um, I know. But I want to. She didn’t ask me too, I volunteered.” Jen responded, taking Laurent by surprise.
“But why baby? You guys don’t even like each other.” The comment took Jen back.
“What’s your problem, Lau? You can’t stand not being the center of attention. He hurt his foot, I want to help him. This doesn’t have anything to do with you. Get over it!” She snapped at him, shaking her head in disbelief at his audacity.
Lau low with spontaneous rebuttal stood there in awe at Jen’s attitude toward him. Had things changed that much between them before his eyes? Was she mad at him about something? Did Larry tell her about his sexcapades during the tour? He wouldn’t put that past his brother.
“Ok, chill Jen. I’m just saying. If you don’t want to, my mom can do it,” mirroring her expression by shaking his head, “If you’re going to take care of him, just know today Cefran Cable is coming here to interview us on our win so just clean his room a bit. They wanted to do a small interview on me and Larry at home.”
“It’s almost noon!” she shrieked. She had a lot of work to do. Luckily Larry was organized but she had to arrange a few things to make his room suitable for a television interview. “I gotta go.” Before Lau could get another word in, she’d already turned back towards Larry’s room leaving his brother confused and in disbelief.
Walking back into the moderately spaced room, she proceeded to inform Larry of the interview.
“Maybe after breakfast, while you’re in the shower, I can just clean a few things.” She babbled on, pointing at a slightly messy area in his room.
“My mom can do that.” Larry smirked at her.
“What’s up with everyone saying that?” She said, mostly to herself. “I can do it so hurry up with breakfast.” At her order, Larry did the opposite and began sipping his tea in a deliberately slow manner leading Jen to sigh loudly in an exaggerative manner.
Lau resorted back to his bedroom after his little head bump with Jen. Perhaps he’d done something but he wasn’t sure why she was being so…. While trying to find the appropriate word to fill in the blanks, he realized that this was the first time she really stood up to him. Maybe that’s why he was so taken back? His phone buzzed loudly right next to his keys on the bedside table. Checking the text he’d just received,
<<Hey hot stuff, come party w the best in St tro!!!>>
Immediately pressing respond, he began typing back;
<<Having fun withou– >>
Before he could even complete his response, his phone began to vibrate signalling an incoming call.
“Hi Ayara. I was just replying to your text.”
“When are you coming?” She grinned salaciously through the airpiece.
“My brother hurt his foot and we have an interview today.”
“You guys won yesterday right?”
“So come celebrate!” She stated convincingly. “I have a boat here, we can celebrate every day…and every night.” She moaned into the earpiece, tempting him.
“Ok, I see when I can come.”
“See you soon.” Ayara hung up before Lau could change his mind.
By the time Larry finished his shower, Jen had arranged everything neatly in his room and he was actually taken back by her successful effort with the décor. She exited the room to allow him to change which he found funny considering she’d already seen him naked.
Helping the interviewer and the cameraman set up was pretty fun. Jen was studying their pre-filming rituals, admiring their delicacy with the equipment. The TV host was a beautiful mixed young woman, dressed casual smart for the cable’s Friday emission. She’d be filming an up-close-and-personal portrayal of the infamous twin duo that was sweeping France, among other countries, by storm. Her hair was highlighted in golden streaks, contrasting against the light brown strands. Even in just a blazer, shirt and jeans, she looked immaculately put together which made Jen feel so out of place. Today was NOT the day to go without a weave, girl, her conscience whispered while snapping her fingers dramatically like a drag queen.
Once everything was in place and ready, Lau’s entrance shot would be of him descending down the stairs pretending not to know the camera was there. Leave it up to Lau to make it look smooth and effortless.
“Oh hi there everyone. It’s Les Twins – Laurent here. My brother is upstairs so I’m going to show you my house and my room and then you go talk to him. Okay?”
The TV host was incredible at transitioning flawlessly from one space to another, all the while keeping the audience tuned in by asking relevant and juicy questions. She was right on the verge of professional and flirtatious and Jen was surprised by how much she did not care about Lau flirting back. Their playful banter made for good TV and surely would not disappoint their fans. On a commercial break, Jen went to check with Larry to make sure he was ready for his portion of the interview.
Entering his room, she saw that he was sleeping and although there was an entire TV crew waiting downstairs, she couldn’t find the courage to wake him up. He looked so peaceful and boyish, she wouldn’t dare ruin that. After everything that happened last night, he needed all the rest he could gather. And Em – that weasel of a so-called-friend had not picked up or returned any of her calls. She wanted to know why he’d totally lost his shit on the twins, what had provoked him but looking at the time this morning, she figured he was probably on a flight back home and realized it was for the best. She had other things on her mind, more important than trying to play therapist to her ex.
Going back down, she alerted the director immediately that Larry wouldn’t be able to film his portion today.
“Pourquoi pas?” (Why not?) The impatient director barked.
“Il s’est fait mal hier et il n’est pas en etat de conduire un interview.” (He injured himself yesterday, he’s not in a state to conduct an interview.” Jen replied shyly, grabbing Laurent’s attention.
“What’s going on?” He inquired as he walked towards the director and Jen with the TV host.
“Larry’s sleeping. It’s the relaxant. It works at intervals sometimes and takes a while to fully get out of your system. He’s going to be out for the rest of the day.” Jen offered which Lau translated to the producer and host. They were annoyed but agreed to reschedule. One twin was not what the fans had bargained for. Completing the first segment, the host announced the remaining interview would be streamed on Monday and wished the viewers a good weekend with a well-rehearsed mega-watts smile before the cameraman pressed the stop button.
It was almost 5PM and Laurent was attempting to catch the 6:30 bus to St Tropez.
He was in his room packing some clothes in a medium sized suitcase. After the interview, he reviewed Les Twins’ schedule and saw that they didn’t have any commitment for the next two weeks. He was pretty certain Jen was mad at him for some undisclosed reason – maybe for annulling dinner plans with her earlier this week and if he had to choose between a weird, tension-filled dinner with his ex or being pampered on a yacht in the south of France, it would be the latter.
Jen was getting ready to leave as she always did a bit earlier on Fridays. The house was stupidly quiet with Genevieve out shopping for her big anniversary bash next weekend. When she entered the living room from the kitchen, she saw Lau standing there with his suitcase.
“Sounds like fun.”
“Are you mad at me, Jen?” Lau walked toward her.
“No,” she mindlessly took a step back.
“Things feel weird between us. I feel like I did something wrong.”
“I think that’s just how things are supposed to be, you know, when two people break up. It’s not the same.” She replied, in hopes of steering the conversation in the right direction. Laurent got the hint loud and clear, despite the sweet tone it was delivered under.
“There is someone else in your life?”
Jen sighed and decided to go with honesty. “I am in love with someone else. I love him and even though he doesn’t know, I want to be with him. I’m sorry Lau but things are not going to work out between us. Not now. Not later.”
“Wow…and here I was almost feeling bad.” Lau scoffed. He stood there in shock, almost bitter at Jen’s revelation.
“Don’t feel bad Lau. You haven’t done anything wrong at all. It is what it is.”
“You’re right, I don’t feel bad. If I could go back and do it again, I’d have more sex, more girls, more fun without thinking that maybe you are here waiting for me.” He snarled before grabbing his suitcase and turning it on its heels toward the front door.
Lau’s reply stung and sobered her up at the same time. Almost everything that needed to be said was finally out into the open. She just left out the part that the man she was in love with was Larry … and that she was carrying his baby. Grabbing her cardigan off the hanger, she received a phone call…from Larry. Looking at the screen, she pressed ‘answer’.
“Hi, I was just about to leave.”
“Come back up.” He asked.
She climbed the stairs, cardigan in hand and opened his door.
“You’re awake,” she stated obviously.
“Yes and I’m hungry.”
“Your mom made some food. I can gra—”
“Jen, let’s go out! It’s Friday night.” He said cheerfully.
“What about your foot?”
“Just call a taxi, I’ll pick a restaurant. You’ll like it.”He ordered.
“Are you sure?”
He steered his strained foot off the bed in an effort to stand, making Jen rush to his side. Putting his arm around her shoulders to gain some balance, his fingers accidentally graze her breast and he uses it as an opportunity to cup her breast with his hand.
“Larryyyy!” She playfully bemoans his grabby fingers.
“Maybe I have some dessert before I go.” He teases his fingers into her shirt.
“No.” She laughs, playfully throwing him back on the bed. He lands still grabbing her t-shirt and uses it to pull her toward him. He is sitting on the bed and she is standing between his parted legs. He lifts the shirt over her head and takes a minute to admire her swollen breasts being restrained by her black bra. If she was being resistant in the slightest bit, she lost all apprehension when he uttered this;
“You’re beautiful Jen.” He might as well have told her that he loved her because it touched her just as powerfully. His words meant everything, were the cure to everything and a moment in his arms was better than an entire day without him.
“Shhh,” he pressed his index finger softly against her lips,“but you talk too much.” He smiled as he replaced his finger with his lips to match hers. She moaned into his mouth, inhaling every single essence of him, finding it almost impossible to stay cool when his kisses set her blood on fire. She had the same impact on him, he could stay in his room all day just to watch her, just to have her to himself. Looping his fingers through her bra, he removed the straps, one by one, kissing each breast as he did so. Jen threw her head back, relishing on the feel of his full, moist lips against her skin. How could she say no to this? He had the key to her deepest desire, matter of fact, he was her deepest desire.
Jen slowly eased herself onto him, feeling him feel her. She was sitting on top of him as he rested back to allow his foot to rest on an elevated pillow. A long groan escaped Larry’s mouth as she did so, as every wall inside her clenched deliciously on him, slippering down. He was watching her move up and down on top of him, her hair tied neatly, exposing her face completely. He could see all of her and was so turned on by her beauty and vulnerability, her silent strength, her long neck as she threw her head back biting her lips. He lifted his hand to grab the back of her neck, her swan-like dainty neck, using it to control the speed and movement. He was always torn between wanting to make love to her and releasing all of his passion into steamy, dirty sex. But watching her bounce up and down, completely topless, he just wanted to drive into her and remind her who owned that pussy. He moved his hips around in a circular motion beneath her, grabbing her breasts as he sat up and picked up the speed.
“LARRY…LARRY!” She screamed into his neck as she felt closer and closer to her orgasm. Everything in her body clenched up and she twisted her face as she felt the waves of the orgasm crash into her with no brakes.
“Putain de merde!” Larry licked her breasts hungrily, still fitting himself into her tight opening, mumbling expletives as he found his release, continuing to drive into her flesh, so fast that it looked like her ass was rippling. He bit his lips as he came so hard, his eyes shut firmly to complete his release. Both out of breath and depleted by the mind-blowing orgasms, Jen began laughing.
“I really want dinner now.” She said as she laid her head against his chest, still sitting up against him. Larry found enough energy to lift his arms around her, holding her against him and caressing her back softly. She was more than an appetizer, better than any dinner and the best dessert he’d ever had. He rejoiced in holding her in his arms, still sweaty and partially naked, and content. Really, really content.
An hour later, they were both sitting in a five-star Chinese restaurant facing the Seine, they exchanged glances across the candle-lit table, and she knew she could tell him. She could see something in his eyes that told her that even if he didn’t say it out loud, he felt exactly what she was feeling.
“Larry, I have to tell you something.” She lowered her gaze to the red doily patterned tablecloth. He looked curiously at her as she continued,