Something New. (Chapitre Trente Neuf)

Something New.

Chapitre Trente Neuf

Par Jolie Adam

It was a balmy morning, with the air full of mist after a full night of downpour. A few drops of rain from the roof were lightly tapping the window as they fell down. Jen was stirring up to an embrace she’d gotten accustomed to in the last few days. Larry’s arms were around her waist as she lay in bed half-asleep, kissing her midsection. She looked down at him and he was looking adoringly at her belly as if there was something there. There is something there, she corrected herself quickly. She wasn’t showing yet but felt slight internal changes. Her boobs were slowly swelling which Larry was enjoying tremendously. Thankfully, the nausea was no longer part of her daily routine. Maybe it was being around Larry so much, maybe it was a hormonal imbalance but her libido was back with a vengeance. Ever since the big fight with Em on Monday, she had been hibernating at Larry’s house. They did nothing but make love, eat, watch movies, read, listen to music and talk. For four days straight. In Jen’s world, it was heaven and she wished it would last throughout her entire pregnancy. She’d been happier in the last four days in Larry’s doting care than she’d ever been in her entire life. She tried to push the memories of Em to the furthest, darkest, most forgotten corner of her mind. But whenever the thought of him sprung up, she couldn’t help but think about the dramatic change of pace since Monday. She went from a rotten day from hell to being in a blissful love cocoon.

After Larry had made sure Jen was okay, he’d run back out after Em, despite Jen’s pleas not to leave her alone. She stood weakly in her towel, feeling cold and sick at the thought of what could possibly ensue. Larry had chased Em down the street and the two men, enflamed with anger, began physically lashing out at each other on the street. In America, people would have watched, pointed, and taped it on their phones before even considering breaking up such a fight. But in Europe, things were different, the culture was different and the people were certainly different. Therefore, by the time Larry got his second blow in, the police was already on their way to soothe the public disturbance. Larry didn’t care if he was arrested – if anything, it made him want to make it worthwhile. So he hit Em with every force in his body, for the ankle sprain, for touching Jen, for raping her. He beat Em like it was his last day and he needed to unleash all the hurt he’d ever felt in his life on someone. And what better recipient for a throw down than the crazy, vengeful, and dangerous ex of the woman he loved. By the time the police arrived, Larry looked like a madman on drugs, a complete savage brutally attacking a tired, bloody person so the police tackled him first. Forcefully putting handcuffs on him, Larry was so tired and out of breath that he couldn’t muster up the energy to swear or defend himself. Half an hour later at the police station, he gave his statement detailing the events that had led him to the street fight. The cops had a hard time believing it was self-defence due to the fact that the tourist seemed pretty defenceless when they’d arrived on the scene. Both men were detained, preference being given to Larry since he was a citizen and could communicate – a little too extensively at times. Jen had been worried sick waiting for Larry to return and was surprised when a policeman showed up at her doors hours later to verify if Larry’s account of the story had been correct. Seeing the damages and the shaking girl in front of him, he asked her not to touch any of the evidence by trying to clean up the place and refused to answer any of her questions. She sat there, waiting for another couple of hours until Larry returned, bloody, sore but looking triumphant. After fretting over him, she asked about his ankle. He hadn’t been supposed to put any strain on it yet here he was – chasing down an American bandit. He’d been more worried about her and told her to gather some clothes. That night, they slept at a hotel nearby, simply because dinnertime was the busiest time at his house and he didn’t want to have to explain why he was all bruised and untidy and also why Jen was following him home. At the hotel, he refused to have her look after him – more worried about what she’d endured and upset that she hadn’t eaten all day. He was ecstatic to find out that Em hadn’t actually raped her, that he’d miraculously managed to arrive just in time. Even if he was pissed that he’d molested her, it was a relief to know that’s all that had happened. He stayed up for the majority of the night just thankful that she was okay. He didn’t speak until the following morning. He hadn’t even slept much, stuck in his head thinking of all the ways it could’ve gone wrong. An officer had called him as they were checking out of the hotel to advise him that Em was being deported back to America within the hour because they couldn’t keep him in a French prison. Also since Larry didn’t formally press charges, they couldn’t detain him however they could ship him back where he came from and prevent him from ever entering the Schengen Zone. As long as he had that face, those fingerprints and that name, he was banned from twenty-six European countries for the rest of his life. Breathing with relief, Jen and Larry could finally put the episode behind them and finally go home.

“Morning,” Jen stirred, trying not to stretch too much in Larry’s arms.

Larry kissed her stomach, making his way up to her chest, stopping briefly once he reached her neck before laying a loving, fulfilling kiss on her lips. She rejoiced at the feel of his lips against hers, the amount of skin available to her touch in his gray wife beater. Waking up to Larry – happy Larry – this week had been magical. He was surprisingly in a very good mood in the mornings and surprisingly had been content doing boring stuff with her. Like stay indoors and read. Or watch movies. Or cuddle. She’d nicknamed him happy Larry for two reasons. He had a glorious erection every morning and wasn’t shy about it. And he was just a lot more generous with his smile recently, despite what had happened. She loved seeing him happy; it felt just as good as knowing her love for him was reciprocated.

“I know this is going to make me sound boring and corny,” She continued, “But I honestly wish I could wake up to you everyday. You are the best alarm.”

“You make me want to wake up,” He smiled, his face dangerously close to hers, “You’re so much better than any dreams I have.”

“How can you be so smooth this early in the morning?” She blushed as he resumed kissing her softly, letting the soft rain outside provide the romantic background noise for great morning sex.

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Lau was in the back of a taxi limo in front of the Ritz Hotel. Ayara was looking back at him, a shy smile etched on her face. It was Friday morning and they’d gotten back a day later than planned. She’d be staying at the Ritz until Sunday night, enough time to attend Lau’s parents’ anniversary party and decide if she had a reason worth staying longer in Europe for.

“Dinner tonight? Don’t leave me alone in a hotel.” She pleaded. In a rather bold move, she’d decided to leave her clique and entourage on the yacht and travel alone. It was the first time in a really long time, she’d gone anywhere without a friend, a parent, a companion.

“Yeah, because staying in a hotel like this is soo bad.” Lau mocked. There was nothing unpleasant about the 5-star hotel and she could have anything she wanted on a whim. But she was back in Paris for him so he wasn’t going to leave her alone. She rolled her eyes playfully at his comment but hoping deep down, he’d agree to grant his company for some of her stay. She supposed she could stay in and watch movies, order room service, anything to avoid going outside and being spotted and mauled. “I’ll see you at 6. I’m just going to go home, shower and change. And say hi to my family and I’ll come back. If you want, I’ll stay the night.”

Ayara beamed up immediately. Her night had gotten a lot more interesting and she couldn’t wait to have a nice night in with Lau.

“Okay,” She smiled and gave him a pristine kiss on the lips before exiting the limo and heading in the hotel hoping not to gather any attention from the paparazzi piled at the entrance, looking for a glimpse of the rich and famous.

Larry gave his address to the driver who turned around and started making his way to the Bourgeois residence. After a week and a half at sea, he was glad to be returning to the comfort of his own home. He’d apologize to Jen when he saw her which might be in a few minutes if she was working. It felt like he hadn’t seen or spoken to her in months but it was merely two weeks ago he’d thrown his promiscuity in her face. In his defence, learning she was in love with someone else was a thick pill to swallow and felt like a slap in the face. It wasn’t like he’d gone on tour for half a year. How could she have fallen in love with someone within such a short time period? Unless she was in love with someone else the entire time they were together? As clarity became affordable to Lau, he pieced together the puzzle that finally made sense of the real reason she broke up with him. Slowly transitioning from apologetic to fed up, he had more reasons to be anxious to get home. He had questions he wanted answers to. Yet letting his suspicions get the best of him, he began to feel ripped off. He had truly cared for Jen but what if she had never cared for him? It hurt just to think about so he tried not to. And he tried all the way home.

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After a slow morning tryst, Larry and Jen were thoroughly woken up. She took a shower and he followed suit after she was done. Jen stood at the window in Larry’s room, watching the subtlety with which the rain fell as she massaged lotion onto her damp skin. There was something about rain that heightened all of her emotions and right now, they were all fulfilled and happy. Walking around his room naked, she slid comfortable black leggings on and slipped one of his t-shirts on. Since they spent the majority – if not all – of their days indoors, she didn’t need to wear make-up. Not that she had any on her anyways. Most of her stuff was still back at her place. But she’d brought the necklace Larry had given her since it was an item of emotional and financial value. Considering it her Pièce de résistance to any outfit she wore lately, she clipped the necklace around her neck, suddenly brightening Larry’s white shirt and dressing up her entire casual outfit.

She was smiling as she exited the room just as Lau was coming up the stairs with his luggage. Although she was dressed, she felt naked as she stood awkwardly in front of the door waiting for him to reach the second floor. Hoping to break the ice and offer her conversation initiation as her apology for the last time they spoke, she began enthusiastically,

“Hey stranger. How was St Tropez?” She smiled at him.

Taken back by her bright attitude towards him, he responded in kindness,

“It was really good. Best vacation.” He was now standing near her with his luggage beside him. She decided to go in for a hug. Even if she was madly in love with his brother and carrying his child, Lau had been there for her when she was just a foreigner. At the very least, he was her friend. And a good friend he had been.

“Yeah, I can tell. You got a tan going on.” She held him at arms’ length to admire him and just at that time, Larry came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Caught by the sight of Lau and Jen, he felt uncomfortable. Luckily, Lau didn’t seem to pick up on that, casually greeting his brother as if he hadn’t been gone for more than an hour. What he did pick up on was that beautiful, glimmering necklace shining on despite what little daylight came through the house due to the wet and cloudy weather. He recognized that necklace but he didn’t understand why Jen was wearing it.

“My turn to shower.” He barely managed to whisper, wheels turning furiously in his head, as he passed by both of them, silently making his way to his room.

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Jen followed a half-naked Larry after Lau had gone to his room. She wasn’t the only one who felt the tension in that short passing. It looked like Lau had lots on his mind and she and Larry certainly had lots to talk to him about over the weekend. A ghost feeling of dread shook her and Larry noticed her alarmed expression. He didn’t want to admit it but he was just as nervous to break the news to Laurent. That moment was awkward and even having Jen in his room now while Lau was in the house felt weird.

“How are we going to tell him?” Jen asked as if reading Larry’s mind. He was toweling off slower than usual which only meant one thing. His mind was elsewhere.

“Not we. I will talk to him. He’s my brother.” Larry replied abruptly as if being interrupted in his train of thoughts. Jen thought for a moment to argue with Larry but quite frankly after the week she’d had, she didn’t mind not having to run into any sort of confrontation for the remainder of her pregnancy. She’d endured enough stress in one day to last her through the whole term. She nodded in approval,

“I need clothes! As much as I love wearing yours, I need something pretty for tomorrow. Your entire family is going to be here.” She hadn’t met some of the older siblings who’d moved out and away and the majority of them would be present for the anniversary party. Along with cousins, nephews, uncles, aunts, and other relatives. Needless to say, it was going to be a full house and she wanted to make the best impression. Especially since she would be introducing a new addition to the family in a few months. “Maybe I should stay at my place tonight..with Lau back and everything.” She spoke a little quieter as if Lau could suddenly overhear their conversation.

“You’re not staying at your place. I don’t care what the cops say. I don’t care that Em is gone. We’ll stay at a hotel.”

Jen beamed. A night in with Larry in a swanky hotel was promising. They could do everything they had been doing in his room there.

“Okay, well I still feel uncomfortable being in your room right now. So I’m going to get a head start and grab some clothes. You can meet me there?” She meant to state the last part but recently she was lacking the authority to make her own decisions and she wasn’t sure if Larry felt comfortable even letting her out of his sight for one minute.

After what seemed like a moment of eternity, he sighed and replied,

“Okay. But only because I’ll be right behind you. I’ll pack some things and get ready.” She kissed him lightly and he purposely dropped his towel as incentive for her to wait a few more minutes to allow him to get dressed. Jen looked down and bit her lips to prevent a smile from spreading across her cheeks. Larry grabbed her as if it was the most natural thing to hug naked and grinned when Jen squirmed out of his reach.

“Don’t tempt me.” He moved an inch toward her and she stepped back slightly, “And don’t get us in trouble.” She tittered at his surprised expression. “Never mind, your middle name is Trouble.” As if saying the word trouble out loud was some sort of premonition, Larry’s phone began vibrating and since Jen was closer to the table, she absentmindedly looked down and saw Lola’s name flashing on the fluorescent screen. She didn’t know what surprised her more, the fact that Lola was calling or the fact that Larry still had her number saved. Looking down at the pesky annoyance of his past, Larry hurriedly pressed ‘Ignore’ much to Jen’s chagrin. She actually wanted to know what Lola wanted but then again, she hadn’t been honest about everything to be making that type of request. 

Still avoiding Larry’s gaze as if she was the one who’d just received a phone call from a crazy ex, she blurted out the truth,
“I saw Lola on Monday. Before Jacques came out and fired me.”

Larry was now the one standing back and looking at her confused.

“And you tell me this now…?” He asked, leaving the question open, hoping Jen would jump in and clarify why she hadn’t mentioned it earlier.

“Well..” She was fidgeting under his intense, patronizing glare. “I just didn’t want to bring her name up because well….it’s Lola. Nothing ever good comes from saying her name, or even thinking about her. Besides she’s familiar with the industry, I just thought she might just be there for a commercial or something. It’s just a coincidence.”

“There is NEVER a coincidence when it comes to Lola.” He scolded her, finally putting the pieces to the puzzle. But what could Lola possibly have that Jacques want badly enough for him to betray his own character and word? Unless she was sleeping with him, in which case, there wasn’t so much of a mystery to solve? But then, if they were sleeping together, that interview with Jen would’ve never aired, much less produce a lucrative job offer to Jen.

“Please just leave this alone. You were right. Life goes on, I have so much more to look forward to besides a job, albeit a very amazing one. Don’t look into this or try to fix it. I can see you’re deep in thought but please, please, please – no more druh-ma.” She feigned being overwhelmed to lighten the mood which worked because Larry managed a smile at her speech and performance. “Let Lola win this time. I’ve won in the long run.” She continued, smiling back at him, before moving away to grab her bag.

“Be careful.” He warned after her, refraining himself from sounding too strict. After all, he was her boyfriend not her father. So even if he was worried, he figured a little time apart even if it was just one hour would do her some good.

“Yes babe.” She said in a sweet tone, exiting his room.

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Lau wheeled his suitcase back to his room, still weirded out by his run-in with Jen and Larry. Was it just him or did they seem extremely at ease with each other? The whole situation was uncanny and made Lau feel like he was part of some secret without actually knowing what the secret was. He sat on his bed and looked at his untouched room. It was always a bit off returning home. You are both comforted and annoyed at the fact that everything looks different yet similar. He caught himself looking out into the open, unsure what he was looking at but unable to steer his gaze away as he was stuck in his head.

Why was Jen wearing that necklace? Did Larry give it to her to thank her for taking care of him? Did he buy for her? Were they friends? Why were they suddenly so friendly with each other?

He asked himself every question eluding the very obvious one. His mind just couldn’t, wouldn’t go there. Sure, they’d swapped girls before in the bachelor days when they were single, traveling or touring. But that was different. Jen is his ex. There was a logical explanation for it all and he could get to the bottom of it once he spoke to Jen as he’d planned in the limo.

Opening his suitcase full of clean clothes that had a vacant smell of the sun and clothes’ softener, he began putting his clothes back in drawers and in his closet. He was so glad he’d thought to have them cleaned before his return. Lau slid his suitcase in a storage bin at the corner of his closet and exhaled loudly. He’d been home for barely half an hour and already he was feeling stuck and bored. But he also felt lazy at the same time. He wanted to lounge around, his feelings casting a striking resemblance to the depressing weather. Hoping to get out of his funk, he figured he’d talk to Jen now and get it over with instead of driving himself crazy by dwelling on it.

He knocked once on Larry’s room. He didn’t know if Jen was in there but it was on the way down so he might as well. Larry opened the door, half dressed with boxers and jeans on.

“How’s your foot?” Lau asked, happy and relieved to see his twin.

“Good. How was St. Tro?” Larry asked in return. He’d missed his other half.

“Superb. I invited Ayara tomorrow. I’m going to stay with her at the hotel tonight.” Larry made a mental note as Lau was talking. There was no need for him and Jen to elope to a hotel tonight.

“So things between you are okay?” Larry asked surprised. Even a blind mice could see that Ayara was infatuated with his brother from the beginning but Lau’s change of heart about the pop star is what caught him off guard.

“You know, she’s actually a nice girl. We were seeing each other everyday for two weeks. We got along so that must be a good sign.” Larry had to agree. He’d spent the last two weeks with Jen and they had more-than-gotten-along. It made such a huge impact on your feelings when you could talk, spend time and do things with someone whose company you enjoyed so he was glad his brother and Ayara had managed to go that long without severely injuring one another.

“I’m happy to hear that. Is it serious?”

Lau hesitated, giving the question some hard thought,

“It could be. I know she likes me…”

“Man, everybody knows she likes you.” Larry laughed as if Lau was being oblivious if he thought otherwise for one second. Lau smiled flattered,

“We’ll see. Right now, I like her and we have a good time together.”

Larry nodded. He wanted nothing more than to be with Jen, to love her, to be a good father to their child. But his brotherly bond also wanted for his brother to be happy, to feel that way about someone, and have someone feel that way about him. Lau deserved it. Larry hated to admit it but Jen had changed him. Lau was the nicer brother, the smarter one, the one with all the qualities worth falling in love with. Yet Jen had fallen for him. He didn’t understand it, certainly wasn’t about to question it but he was glad. The only thing missing was someone to make his brother as happy as Jen made him, and if that somebody was Ayara, he’d welcome her into the family with open arms.

“Where’s Jen?” Lau asked, as if reading her name in Larry’s mind.

“At her house. Why?” He hadn’t meant to ask but the question popped out beyond his reach.

“Need to talk to her. Unfinished business.” Lau added as if Larry was supposed to just understand what he meant. Unfortunately, Larry’s mind began to race with worry thinking about all the things Lau possibly had to say to Jen.

“Oh yeah?” He hoped Lau would elaborate on the matter.

“Yeah,” Lau answered, clearly indicating that was the last of what he was willing to disclose to his brother about it. “So the necklace was for her?”

Larry still searching for a shirt to wear over his wife beater, halted in his tracks. He looked at Lau trying to examine his facial expression which seemed pretty casual and normal. No sign of anger or confrontation or deceit. It was just a simple question however how Larry chose to answer it might be the key to unraveling his burning secret.

“Yeah, I got it for her. She asked me to get her a book and on my way out, I saw it and got it.”

“Why? Why didn’t she ask me?” Lau rebuked.

“I guess you were a little busy on tour.” Larry said, referring to his extracurricular activities with Ayara.

Sensing a judgmental tone, Lau was beginning to get aggravated with his brother.

“Don’t even act like what I did is some big deal. You sleep with everything that walks. How many times have I slept with girls for you? Just because you wanted to sleep with their friend, their sister, their cousin? So don’t act like you’re better than me because you went on ONE tour and refused to sleep with some groupie back-up dancer!”

Larry backed off realizing the truth in Lau’s statement,

“I just wanted to do something nice for her.”

“But why? You guys don’t even like each other,”

“That’s not true. We’re good friends.”

“Just friends?” Lau’s inquisition crashed abruptly as he reached the burning question that left him feeling unsettled. Larry felt sweat literally creeping on his skin, despite just finishing a shower and not doing anything physical. He was begging for any sort of distraction, anything to keep him from answering this question. He had nowhere to hide, and no way to get out of this. He was planning on telling him sometimes this weekend, being trapped into answering it due to his brother’s suspicions was not the way he’d wished it to happen. As if the Gods were listening to his silent prayer, the vibrating buzz of his iPhone disturbed the loud silence in the room. Larry looked down and saw Lola’s name popping up again. Hoping to get out of the current conversation-gone-wrong with Lau, he picked up the phone and said to his brother, “Lola!” before pressing the answer button.

“You and Lola are still together?” Lau asked incredulously, completely shocked. He’d written off Lola but if she was calling, obviously there was something still going on between them. Damn, had he been gone that long? He didn’t even know what was going on around here anymore. Maybe he’d just read wrong about Jen and Larry.

Larry nodded as he motioned he had to get the phone which Lau took as his hint to leave the room. He wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. He even tried to convince himself in the comfort of knowing that Larry would undoubtedly tell him if there was anything going on between him and Jennifer.

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Larry sighed loudly as he watched Lau leave his room. That had been such a close call and he hated being dishonest with his brother. But being on the other end of the interrogation was much harder than he imagined. He felt as if his twin could
see right through him, could lure out the images of him and Jen in his mind. It was as if he knew everything and just wanted to hear it coming directly from him. He hadn’t been this scared since he opened the door to Jen’s apartment and saw a disheveled Em standing there. He never thought he’d be so glad to hear from Lola.

“Helllloo?” She asked again, her first greeting ignored.

“Yes Lola.” He snapped. She hadn’t even begun talking and he was losing his temper just hearing her voice.

“Oh, we are speaking English now. Doesn’t your girlfriend speak French too?” She replied snidely.

“What do you want Lola?” He cut right to the chase expecting her to do the same.

“Oh, aren’t you happy to hear from me,” She said sarcastically, “I was just calling to see if Jen is having fun at her new job.”

 Larry’s intuition kicked in satisfactorily knowing that his suspicion about Lola being involved was accurate. 

“Ecoute moi Lola et ecoute moi bien. Jen et toi, vous n’etes pas egal. Je l’aime et elle m’aime. Je m’en fous de toi. Tu peux continuer d’agir comme une adolescente ou tu peux etre l’adulte que tu es suppose etre. En tout cas, nous sommes ensemble et il n’y a rien que tu puisses faire.” (Listen Lola and listen very well. You and Jen are not equals. I love her and she loves me. I don’t care about you. You can keep acting like an adolescent or you can act like the adult you’re supposed to be. Regardless, we are together and there’s nothing you can do about it.)

“Ne m’insulte pas. Tu n’as aucune idée de quoi je suis capable.” (Don’t insult me; you have no idea what I’m capable of.) 

“Et tu n’as aucune idée a qui tu parles. Tu penses que tu peux manipuler tout le monde et que tu as droit juste parce que t’es modele. Ma chere, t’es naz…et dans quelques années quand tu serais fanée et tous les mecs du monde t’auront niqués, t’auras personne. Alors pense y avant d’oser me menacer.” (And you have no idea who you’re speaking to. You think you can manipulate everyone and that you’re entitled just because you’re a model. Sweetie, you’re lame… and in a few years when you’re past your expiration date and withered and almost every guy in the world is over fucking you, you’ll have no one. So think about that before you dare to threaten me.) 

With that, Larry hung up, certain that if he didn’t he’d say something a lot meaner. Trying to pace himself, he grabbed a sweater to head out, not even noticing the shuffling of feet outside his door. He quickly headed out of the house, grateful when the condensed post-rain air hit him. He needed the fresh oxygen. 

And he’d need a lot more than oxygen once he realized that Lau heard every word of his conversation.

Something New. (Chapitre Trentre Huit)

Something New.
Chapitre Trente Huit

Par Jolie Adam

“Jen, you’re going to be fine.” Larry’s comforting voice was threading the silence in her size-disabled room. He had been the first person she called once she mustered up enough words to speak. Immediately after leaving the Cefran studios, she was expecting the ground to swallow her up at any given moment. She was mortified and re-telling it to Larry didn’t make it any better. She excluded the part about bumping into Lola, trying to convince herself that it was probably a coincidence. She was a model, afterall and was probably shooting something there. Jen was still holding on to him like a melancholic child who refused to let go of his parent. Using his shirt as a pillow, she let her tears fall as she nuzzled her face in his chest, savouring the warmth and familiar scent of his arms as they enveloped her head.

“I can’t believe he embarrassed me like that. Why would he do that?” She asked between sobs. She was just fine when the job offer hadn’t even been an option, much less a fathomable thought. But he was the one who called her, who sought her out after the interview of her and Larry aired. He was the one who initiated this whole thing. Why would he do that just to turn her away when she came through? Was it a prank? Plain malice? Or was he just being sarcastic when he said she’d been great…Maybe it was his way of getting her back? All these questions, thoughts and hurtful concerns whizzed by one after the other in Jen’s head as she sniffled, signalling she was fresh out of tears. Maybe Larry was right. She had something that was more important than a revoked job proposition. She was healthy and carrying another being. Within months, she’d start a brand new chapter in her life and that was much more valuable to her than working for a company that obviously hired very sadistic people.

Larry rubbed her back gently trying to soothe her hurt. Once he left her place, he’d get to the bottom of it. He’d boycott Cefran Cable if he had to. If Jacques was really the asshole Jen portrayed him to be, he’d ask the interview for both him and his twin to be pulled from air. And that would be the last collaboration between Cefran and Les Twins. Thinking of ways to cheer her up, Larry thought perhaps this would be a good time to bring up marriage and depending on her answer, pop the question. He’d been planning to wait until this weekend at his parents’ wedding anniversary to propose but it bothered him to see Jen in such an distressed state.

“I know something that’ll make you feel better.” He said tentatively, gauging her reaction.

“Dark chocolate ice cream with waffles and strawberries and marshmallows.” She looked so cutesy in her misery. Larry found it hard to resist her when she was being so adorable. Actually, their entire relationship had been based on his inability to resist her.

“Is that what you want?” He confirmed, ready to go out and grab her a guilty pleasure if it’d help her mood.

“No. Forget the waffles and marshmallows – that’s celebratory. Strawberries, cherries, oreos on top. Now that’s a winner for losers.” She stated glumly.

He smiled at the knowledge of her indulgence, “Okay, let me go get it.”

“Not now. I don’t want to let you go.”

“Ok so you want me more than you want the ice cream?” He asked playfully, still trying to humour her and alter her mood for the positive.

“Of course,” Jen finally looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest. She was sure she looked terrible with smudged mascara and ruined makeup from all that crying. “I love you, Larry.”

The words penetrated every tough shell Larry had, the heavy armour he carried to protect himself from harm – emotional and physical –everything he had never believed in before Jen, and he felt the meaning behind them. He felt the same about her, satisfied just being in her company, content just holding her while she cried, sated when he made love to her, and complete when she said those words to him.

“I love you too Jen,” He smiled at her despite himself. He would’ve loved to be serious and smooth when saying it but the smirk evaded him before he could catch it. “Always.”

A huge grin was plastered on Jen’s face as she continued looking up at him. As long as Larry said those words to her, there would be no news in the world sour enough to permanently dampen her mood. She had her moment, she cried it out, was about to eat it out with some much-deserved sugary delicacy, and just like that she was over it. Jacques can take that job and shove it up his fucking pasty, flat ass, she thought as she got off Larry. As much as she wanted nothing more to just lie in his arms and rewind him saying those four words to her, her vanity carried over and she suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Besides soiling Larry’s shirt with her tears, she was certain her face looked a mess and wanted to do damage control.

Turning on the lights in the washroom, she was momentarily taken back at the blowfish looking back at her. Her face, especially her eyes was swollen from crying so much. Most of her makeup had been wiped off and she felt a small tinge of gratefulness for the fact that Larry was wearing a black shirt. She grabbed a makeup removing cloth and wiped off what was left of the beauty work she’d diligently done this morning. Before she was able to grab her second wipe, Larry was making his way out the door,

“I’m going to get the ice cream. Take a shower and relax. I’ll be back in 30 minutes. Text me if you want waffles too.” He yelled out and she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Maybe she would have waffles and marshmallows after all. She had a great boyfriend and that was worth celebrating.

By the time she finished thoroughly removing the rest of the makeup, her face had slowly started going back to its normal size. Maybe now that her skin could breathe, it was aiding the swelling. She felt 65% better and showers always made her feel better so once she was done cleaning up, she’d be back to her cheerful self. Maybe even forget about her dreadful morning. With Larry coming back with her favourite guilty pleasure, they could spend the day in bed, looking out her window, falling in and out of sleep – maybe even sex if she could manage to look lively enough after crying her face off. Her mood was significantly better and she had her amazing, damn-near-perfect boyfriend to thank. Of course, she would never admit that to Larry – but she loved him and had a crush on him at the same time. The way he made her feel so many things with just one word… or better yet, one look. Having that kind of pull on someone should be illegal, or at least forbidden.

Turning on the hot water in the shower to gather some steam, Jen began undressing. Before jumping in the shower, she remembered to text Larry for the waffles and marshmallows in light of her brightened mood. Unfortunately, she saw that he’d left his phone on her bed table counter. Curiosity rose and she approached it warily. Touching the Iphone screen, she saw that it was locked and unwillingly thought of the digits that composed the pin. She had no reason to mistrust him and she always mistrusted everyone by default. Yet with Larry, oddly enough, her female instinct was calm and her suspicions tamed. Of all people, she shouldn’t have trusted Larry but she did. Despite him seducing her out of his brother’s grip, the drama with Lola, the beginning of their affair, she trusted him yet she advanced to type in the first digit of what she imagined might be his password. Just as she did, there was a knock at the door,

Guess he realized he forgot his phone, she drew her finger back from the screen silently willingly it to go dark so it didn’t seem suspicious when he picked it up. The last thing she needed was for Larry to be offended that she tried to hack his phone. That’s what you get for snooping, her conscience murmured snidely as she sat back to watch how things would unfold if Larry did find out Jen had tried to check his phone.

Grabbing her towel from the bathroom rack, she rushed to open the door. However, the person greeting her from the other side was not who she expected to see.

“Em?” She asked with furrowed brows showcasing her confusion.

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Ayara was watching Lau file his clothes. He was setting them apart to make things easier for the maid to do his laundry. He figured since he was leaving on Thursday, he might as well get his clothes cleaned so he could return with a suitcase full of clean clothes. Even trimming clothes, he looked effortlessly gorgeous. Ayara stood against the door frame observing and admiring his lanky frame. He’d made this vacation one to remember and she wasn’t ready for it to end. She hated how weak she felt around him, but loved how she could bounce off his strength. He was resilient and there were plenty of other qualities of his she aspired to possess one day.

“How long have your parents been married?” She asked, trying to make conversation. Although if there was one thing she learned from him, it was the art of appreciating silence. The most meaningful moments they’d shared on this trip weren’t particularly filled with conversation but rather a glance, an approval, a subtle smile at the appropriate time, a hug, even a wink. Lau mastered the ability to display affection without even speaking. She remembered the time they’d been walking in Monaco, when the yacht stopped in one of the city’s ports; he had traced the length of her nose really quickly with his index finger, almost as if he was an artist admiring the symmetry of his sculpture. Or the time they were standing in front of a large abstract painting in the Museum of Vieux Monaco and he slid his arms around her waist while standing behind her. She’d forgotten all about the painting and stood there just staring at him, just so he’d remain behind her, holding her as if she was his woman.

“25 years. Long time.” He replied, still paying attention not to mix his gray shirt with his black clothing.

“That’s amazing. I hope for that one day too.” She said solemnly. Picking up on the tone of her voice, he turned his attention to her,

“You know, I didn’t think you were that beautiful when I first saw you. You were trying too hard. And I like to chase girls. I don’t like girls who chase me..” He said blatantly like two long-time friends who were being honest with each other. Ayara lowered her gaze at the criticism, she knew it was true. She’d pulled all the stops to get his attention, to get him to like her yet he continuously pulled away. “But now that I know you, I know this. You are beautiful, Ayara. You don’t need all this makeup, or all that attitude. You’re special, even without your fame and success and money. I like you. And I know you did all that stuff because you like me. But I would have liked you sooner if you had been real. Be real with me, and I’ll be real with you.” He continued. She realized he was right. The moment she let her guard down and stopped trying so hard, he had finally started reciprocating. Taking her shopping, that happy ending to the massage she was trying to give him, him reading to her in French as they spent the night gazing at the sunset, feeding her breakfast after a night of hardcore partying on the Cote D’azur.

She responded with a shy smile and the best rebuttal she could think of at the moment, “How do you know I like you?”

With a cocky grin, he replied,

“Come on. Even my enemies like me.” He approached her and laid a pristine kiss on her cheek but his gaze told her there was nothing innocent about his small display of affection. Returning to his clothes sprawled on the floor, he added calmly,

“You’re a sweet girl.”

“You’re a sweet guy.” She blushed.

“I know. But don’t tell nobody.”

She laughed at his tone that indicated he expected her to swear to secrecy even though he was being dramatic and playful.

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“To my parents’ party.”

Ayara straightened her stance as if she expected him to withdraw his invitation or admit he was pranking her. She was so excited she felt like the night she got the phone call telling her she’d been signed to Universal Records. Her parents had told her at dinner as if it was the most casual thing and she spent the entire night dancing around her room and pretending she was singing in front of a vast audience.

“Are you going to answer me?” He said looking up at her with expectancy.

“Are you joking?”

“Why would I be joking?” He replied confused. Women’s train of thoughts were so hard to follow.

“Yeah, I would love to come. Will I be meeting your entire family?” She was already thinking of the outfit she’d wear, what was the best family-friendly hairdo?

“No, just my parents.” He retorted sarcastically but sensing she hadn’t picked up on it added, “Yes, everyone will be there. And I have a big family.”

“I can’t wait.” She admitted. The fact that he’d asked comforted her and reassured her that the past week they’d spent together, all the improvements they’d made in their friend-relation-shipwasn’t imaginary. He liked her. Finally. Feeling elated at the prospect of meeting his family, Ayara left Larry to his sorting duties and went off to plan her perfect meet-the-parents’ outfit.

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“I thought you left.” Those were the only words Jen could think of. In the midst of all of the questions she’d been burning to ask him right after the tournament’s incident.

“I missed my flight. The next available flight is Wednesday.” He offered nothing more. His eyes were cold and vengeful – the result of roaming aimlessly around Paris for nearly two weeks, Jen suspected. She could see how the city of lights could be hated if seen and experienced from a certain perspective. If she hadn’t been introduced to Genevieve early on in her trip, she would have left a long time ago. It was the city of love, only if you were in love, or even lust. If not, it was a lonely, mean reminder that you were single in a sea of coupled up, loved up, amorous and extremely affectionate people in a romantic culture.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He asked straightforwardly.

She shook her head, baffled as to how he could even ask her that, “Em, I can’t. I appreciate you for helping me deal with the news of my pregnancy but I’m with Larry now. Which means I’ll take his side no matter what.”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve stopped by so the least you can do is let me in.” Jen thought back and realized that he was probably right. Not about letting him in. About not being around. She’d spent the better part of last week, practically living at the Bourgeois home, catering to Larry and his sprained ankle and then this weekend out and about with him as well.

“Well, I just saw your little boyfriend leave so don’t mind if I let myself in.” He pushed the door to allow himself in and locked the door comfortably – a little too comfortably — as if it was something he did on a daily basis.

“Look, Larry’s going to be back any minute now so you should probably leave. I don’t have much to say to you. Actually I have nothing to say to you except for why? You pretend you’re my best friend and then attack the man I love. I opened up to you, maybe a little stupid on my part now that I think about it but still…what the fuck?”

“You string me along like I’m some kind of gay puppeteer, bringing me to every single café in Paris just to moan about some guy you’re fucking – oh, leaving out the part where you’re fucking his brother too? Brilliant! – after I flew all the way out here to see you. Do you take me for an idiot? I thought maybe you’d break down and just let me fuck you one more time…at least for old times’ sake. But no. All of the sudden, Miss Slut of The Year is being choosy.” Em spit back at her with such venom that she was taken back. In all the years she’d known him, she’d never seen a fraction of this part of him that was clearly present in her seemingly shrinking room. She wanted to jump out of her skin, jump out of the room, through the window. Anything. She started thinking of all the non-existent ways to exit her top-floor apartment.

“Em, I don’t know what the hell is going on. But this isn’t you.”

“Oh no, sweetheart. You see, law school teaches you how to be an asshole and do it so well that people are scared to sue you. Hell, people are scared to even complain about it. Now we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. Throw me a fucking break. I came all this way to see you. You owe me.”

“No. I don’t. I didn’t ask you to come. You offered.” She shrieked, losing her voice to fear.

“Whatever. Differences in opinions. Just drop that towel and it doesn’t have to get ugly. Come on.”

“I’m not joking Em, Larry is coming back and when he does – ”

“Better make it quick then.” He cut her off, brushing off her comment. That skinny twig had nothing on him. Years of playing football in high school and college meant he could take a tackle and throw a punch. He wasn’t scared of some pubescent dancer.

“Don’t do this.” She begged. Looking at his size, and the fact that there was nowhere in her tiny place to run or hide, she retorted to begging. Her day was seemingly getting worse.

“Don’t do what?” He bullied as he tugged the towel off her in one forceful pull. She stood naked before him, the olive skin on her breasts from her tan lines contrasting against the darker shade on the rest of her body. Her breasts were still perky and firm as he’d remembered, and often jerked off to some nights in college. Her body toned with no indication of a pregnancy. She shivered even though the shower was letting off a lot of steam. The sweltering heat was sipping out of the bathroom and taking over the apartment. The water was still running with force, the noise masking her whimpers. She prayed and prayed to all her lucky stars that Larry would leave the ice cream and come back. Please come home. Please come home. Please come home.

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Larry was on the subway platform looking at the flashing sign that claimed the train would arrive in four minutes. Looking around, the subway was fairly empty at this time of the day with the majority of people having just arrived home for lunch. He mindlessly checked his watch and looked into the dark tunnel to see if there was a hint the train was coming back early. He was going to stop by the video store first and get some movies. There was no DVD player at Jen’s house so he’d recommend she have her ice cream and then grab a taxi to his house. Looking absentmindedly at the opposite platform facing him, he figured since she’d already showered, she could bring a set of clothes and sleep over at his house. His mother was turning into a bridezilla trying to plan this anniversary party on the weekend so she’d be occupied. No one would think twice seeing Jen at the house or notice that she hadn’t left – once he was in his room, no one bothered him. Most importantly, Laurent wasn’t home so he had nothing to worry about. They’d spend the afternoon watching English films – he knew she had a soft spot for old English classics and come dinner time, he’d order a pizza or Chinese food so they wouldn’t have to leave bed.

Out of habit, he dug his hands into his jeans noticing the absence of his phone.

“Merde!” (Shit!) He exclaimed with annoyance realizing he’d forgotten his phone. He was planning on getting her waffles anyways. Just because. But he was going to grab lunch on his way back and wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for. Just as he was leaving the platform to head back to Jen’s, he saw a small light at the end of the tunnel indicating the train was approaching.

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“Just like that. Just how I like it.” Em moaned as Jen stroked his joystick against her will. He was standing behind her, looking down at her body and admiring the view. He’d unbuckled his pants once his erection proved too painful to restrain.

“I guess I changed my mind. No quickie. I want to enjoy this.” He said, his gaze drunk with sordid lust. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to forget all about those motherfuckers.”

Maybe Jen had been in France too long but the vulgarity of it all made her understand why the French thought Americans were classless and unrefined. Larry talked dirty to her too but she liked it when he did. She welcomed it. It turned her on immensely. On Em, she wanted to shove a bar of soap in her mouth. Hopefully, he’d swallow it and choke to death.

“You used to get wetter than water.” He whispered, his breath hot against her ear as his hands roamed freely on her naked body. She was standing still and felt his hand draw near her genitals which is when she snapped. She didn’t want anyone near there but Larry. Anyone else’s touch felt foreign, undesirable – it was a violation. As if it was finally dawning on her that he was going to rape her if she didn’t do anything, she elbowed him right in the nose. As Em went down in agony, looking like an idiot with his pants down, Jen grabbed the towel pooled at her feet and fumbled to open the door. When that didn’t work fast enough, she ran into the washroom and locked the door, hoping it would buy her enough time until Larry got back.

“You fucking bitch. I’m bleeding.” Em whined with a high nasal pitch. She hoped it hurt. For a moment there, she forgot she was an American. You don’t fuck with Americans. She was going to fight until she couldn’t anymore, and even then she’d use teeth, elbows, knees – whatever she could easily use to hurt him. Looking around the washroom for something –anything – that could be used as a weapon, her eyes landed on a pair of scissors. Picking them up, she held them against her like a shield. She wanted to hurt him, not kill him. That fucker wasn’t worth going to prison for.

“Alright, we can do the hard way!” Those were the last words she heard before the door slammed down with Sam behind it. She should’ve known this old apartment’s bathroom door wouldn’t stand a chance against a 6’2, muscular ex-football player. He’d knocked her down when the door fell on her as she was standing right behind it. Picking her up by the hair, she dropped the scissors, her hands fleeing to get her hair out of his firm grip. Once he released her hair, he stood her up by the arm and slapped her once across the face. She felt her cheeks burn even after his hand wasn’t on them, leading the way for a headache to occur.

“That was for the nose.” He said, “Now, this is for me.” Pushing her against the wall, he ripped the towel off once more and her hands automatically went to cover her modesty. This was no longer someone she knew, someone she could talk out of what he was going to do. The minute he slapped her, she knew he was capable of much more than that and sadly her conscience begged her to surrender. For her sake, for the sake of her baby. But her heart, her body screamed for her to fight back. Pinning her hands with ease behind her back with one hand, he used the other to turn her around. She heard his zipper go down amid the water still beating down in the shower right next to her. Everything was amplified in fear, she felt a frisson creep up her spine, the water sounded like a massive waterfall coming down, his moans as his hands caressed her ass, the sprain his other hand would leave on her wrists. She couldn’t move, couldn’t use her teeth, knees or elbows like she’d planned. So she resorted to the only prayer she knew, the only one she could think of. Please come home. Please come home. Please come home. Please God, if you believe in me, in my unborn child, please let him come home. The odds were unlikely. If calculations were right, he would be at the ice cream store right now, ordering her gluttonous delight, maybe even finally noticing the absence of his phone. Or maybe he’d notice that on the subway ride when looking for something to occupy him. Please come home.

Jen felt his flaccid member harden against her butt as he dry-humped her to arouse himself. He was rubbing it on her skin, teasing the openings and just when she thought he was about to enter, she heard the door unlock and breathed a silent sigh of relief. Thank you God. Thank you God. She wasn’t even religious but after this, she might just start going to church. Em released his hold on her hands to pull his pants up. If he was going to beat the daylight out of this punk, he didn’t want to tumble because of loose jeans. The faster he got this over with, the quicker he’d get what he came here for and the sooner he could get the hell out of this awful, overrated city. Maybe he’d even enjoy it more, fucking Jen in front of her black-and-blue boyfriend so they could both see each other as he showed this “dancer” how it was really done.

Larry’s gaze didn’t quite get to absorb the unkempt sight of the apartment before Em emerged from the bathroom, belt dangling from his jeans, his eyes telling a wicked tale and his face carrying a salacious grin. Larry’s thoughts jumped to the worst possibility as he screened the room for a sign of Jen. The bathroom down had been beaten down and there was Em just standing there looking like he’d done something irrevocable. The water running clouded his thoughts and worried him more. His anger escalated at the speed of light and he lurched at Em who tackled him back. Throwing rapid punches to Larry’s face, he unleashed all of his fury, frustration, annoy, all the unhealthy emotions he’d been carrying for the past few weeks. Larry guarded his face tightly with both forearms and in the beat between the time the punch was thrown and the time it actually reached his face, Larry bounced back with the force of an experienced, resilient boxer and pounded his fist into Em’s flesh at the same time Em’s punch landed on his cheek.

“Larry.” He heard Jen calling from the washroom as he continued fighting with the burly guy on top of him. He saw her coming out with a pair of scissors and swiftly positioning herself behind Em, grabbed his neck in a headlock. She brought the opened scissors right under his nose as if she was going to cut it off,

“Unless you want me to finish what I started with your ugly nose, I suggest you get the FUCK OUT OF HERE.” She spat the last words with conviction and anger. He rose slowly with his hands in the air motioning he wasn’t going to try anything else. When he rose enough for him to overpass her in height, she lowered the scissors to his back and poked forcefully. Enough to pierce the fabric of his shirt and slightly penetrate his skin.

Larry stood up and threw a last punch. Em wasn’t going to try anything now. The only way he’d overcome this team was with a gun. So he angrily exited the apartment, furious that he didn’t get to finish what he started.

“You okay?” Larry was frightened to ask anything more, uncertain if he wanted to know. He held her as she shook and sobbed in his arms once again.

Something New. (Chapitre Trente Sept)

 

Something NewChapitre Trente SeptPar Jolie Adam

Larry barely got in the door before Jen pounced on him. Luckily, he hadn’t made it out of the store before he remembered he wanted to inscribe something on the inside so he wasn’t holding the telltale Cartier bag. He had been so indecisive in the store, unsure of whether he should mark the beautiful ring with meaningful scribbling. But after paying for it, he was certain he wanted it to clearly state that Jen was his favourite girl and he hoped that would be the case for the rest of their lives. He didn’t even get a chance to look at her as she cheerfully jumped on him when he got home. In a succession of good news, he had gotten his foot brace off with positive review from his x-ray by the doctor, he’d bought a gorgeous ring and now, Jen was starting a new chapter in her life.

“Whoa, slow down.” Larry laughed at how overly hyper she was.

“I got a job at CeFran. They called me today. It’s all because of you.” She jammed the words together in a speedy sentence. She was like a kid on a Christmas morning, all over the place, kissing and hugging Larry who was in a similar jovial mood.

“See. You just need to do it and it will work.” He cheered on.

“Well, speaking of doing it… Why don’t we go upstairs so I can show you my appreciation?” She whispered in his ear in an attempt to be naughty. Her appetite for everything was back in full force and when it came to sex, the chemistry between her and Larry was palpable.

Licking his lips, Larry lowered his gaze to show his approval of her idea. For a summer day, it was rather windy in the city of lights and there was no other place he’d rather hibernate than inside his favourite girl. Jen led him up the stairs, taking advantage of this rare moment of peace and tranquility in the usually boisterous Bourgeois home, letting Larry’s eyes skim on her toned, curvy butt as she walked up the steps. Unable to resist, Larry stopped in his tracks and pulled Jen’s hand back causing her to almost lose her balance and fall back into him. Once he got her attention, she took one step down, staying one step above to meet his height. As if lost in a trance, her arms dove through his to find a mutual embrace, emulating their lips, locked in a breathless, almost painful kiss. Breaking away to look at her, Jen used the opportunity to trace her lips along his face, letting her pout graze over his, over the length of his nose – stopping just to softly kiss the tip, along his chin, cascading a river of kisses on each of his cheeks, before nuzzling her face in his neck letting his alluring scent behead all of her common sense.

“Jen, I have s—” She shut him up with a kiss, smiling against his lips at the realization that for once she was the one cutting him off. This moment was sublime and she intended to enjoy it fully, every single blissful second of it so that when the time came to relive it in her head, over and over again, she wouldn’t miss a fraction of it. She wanted to remember his tongue gently wrestling against hers, his hands flirting with the hem of her stockings beneath her dress as he debated between taking them off and ripping them off. He was crushing her against the wall, right in the middle of the stairway, yet she couldn’t – didn’t – want to stop him and his greedy fingers getting rid of her dress. Going with his primal instinct, Larry dug his fingers into the dainty fabric of the stockings and shredded them in one motion. The most important part was off so Larry’s hands eagerly migrated north to unhook her bra, letting her breasts spill into his hands. Jen moaned as his mouth hungrily sucked her breasts and bit her lip in anticipation as she watched his head lower its way to her genitals. Larry moved the ripped piece of her stockings that was still hanging onto the elastic band, before shifting her panties to the side and feeding on her wet jewel. Pleasure emanating from every part of her body as she stood there against the wall with one leg over Larry’s shoulder, his warm mouth nuzzled into her nether regions and his hand on her breasts. She was on tippy toe and didn’t even realize. Just as her mind was blurring into climax, Larry stopped – right on the edge of her orgasm. One touch from him and she would willingly jump over the edge. Instead, he slapped her bum and said one word, one syllable yet she could hardly contain herself;

“Bed.”

She tried to put her dress back on properly and gave up, letting it hang awkwardly on her hips.

“That’s coming off.” Larry offered to stop her from fretting over her outfit.

Once in his bedroom, Larry’s first move was to lock the door. Should anyone come back home by surprise, no one needed to see what they were about to do.

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A silver streak stretched across the sky as Lau and Ayara laid on the top deck of the yacht admiring the transition from sunset to nighttime. The weather was oddly dreary for the south of France, a layer of crisp evening air contradicting the earlier mildly hot day. They were lying in adjacent chairs, holding hands as their arms dangled off the sides of the chairs. The entire day had been spent doing nothing, playing table tennis, eating and staring into the cloudy sky yet it flew by nonetheless. The pair was getting along famously, with Laurent being more patient and Ayara less needy. Lau would be leaving soon to rejoin his family as his parents celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary. Ayara didn’t want to come off as desperate but the more time they spent together, the more she wanted to stay – or better yet, go along with him. She had too much pride to ask or offer her company but she was secretly hoping that he’d ask her to come along, invite her to celebrate with him and his family. She was going back into the studio at the end of the month so she didn’t need to go back to the States until then. And if anything, she could always record in London, a few hours away from France and she was truly hoping to have a good reason to stay in Europe. Lau had been so relaxed and nice to her that thoughts of them being in a committed relationship beckoned to her but she tried her hardest to let things flow naturally.

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Jen had just finished performing fellatio on him – he couldn’t wait anymore. Neither could she but she figured she’d return the favour, especially when it had been done so well. Larry grabbed her arms and tossed her into his chest. They were both completely naked and he relished the feel of her breasts and soft skin against his torso. Lowering her onto him, he had her locked in a kiss but his hips still did all the necessary motions. Perhaps due to his heightened state of arousal, he pulled out for a few seconds to regroup, feeling a little too sensitive, too soon. In one swift move, he’d flipped her over but in a continuous embrace before standing up and putting both her legs over his shoulder. Looking up at him, a black sea of obsidian, sexually intoxicated glare reflected his gaze as he slowly pushed himself through her tight sugar walls, letting them swallow him momentarily before finding his rhythm. He was way too excited and knew there was no way he’d last much longer. Jen was holding his hips as he held onto her legs and slowly moved in and out, trying to pace himself, trying to think about something else. Looking down again, she laid bare beneath him and that was the last image he needed as he felt his release jerk his rhythm. Increasing his speed, he beat down as his pulse quickened, slamming himself into her as she continued screaming his name. It sounded like she was begging, thanking and moaning at the same time – a series of incoherent noises and shortened sentences. He felt her orgasm grab him and no sooner had she finished, did he follow suit. Groaning through gritted teeth, she could still hear her name being called out as Larry’s entire body tensed up over her. Smiling to herself, she was about to make a snarky comment when he cut her off before she began speaking,

“Turn around.”

“What?” She mumbled, still trying to find her linguistic skills after that horny tryst.

“I’m not done.” He smirked.

“You looked done about a minute ago.” She replied, equal in parts of shock and surprise.

“That was just to finish. I couldn’t hold it anymore,” Kissing her ankles as her legs still stood straight on his shoulder, “Now, I’m ready. You caught me off guard.” He lifted his eyebrows dramatically in reference to her performing oral sex on him.

“You are unbelievable.” She giggled, moving her legs down and turning around to position herself into doggy-style. Larry’s thoughts fleeting back to the ring he was due to pick up in a few hours, had to admit that he could get used to this. He kissed her spine in its entirety before lifting himself up to ease his recuperating erection into her.

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Across town, Lola was sitting in a dingy bar with a tall glass of straight vodka with a vociferous bachelor party shouting, cheering and hollering loudly just a few feet away from her. Why did everyone around her seem so damn happy all the time? She felt miserable and lonely, a visceral pain in her otherwise ironclad exterior, as she indulged in the harsh alcohol letting it strip the blood from her throat when she downed her drink. She’d have gone to a swanky hotel bar but the odds of bumping into someone in a luxurious place were significantly higher. She wanted to delve deep into her misery without being photographed crying or having a bad reaction.

As a model, she knew alcohol was bad for her immune system and her skin but today was a good day to get drunk. As the liquor slowly tainted her blood making her feel drunk, warmth spread through her body like an explosion of smoke. She threw her head back and the images she wanted to erase flashed back, she cringed inwardly just replaying the part where he flirted that she was his favourite girl. Of all the things she volunteered to do for Larry, all the love she had to offer him, he turned down – no, not just turned down; he threw it back in her face without the slightest grace or kindness. She looked around with lowered eyes, having trouble fully concentrating on her surroundings but managed to get a good enough glance to convince herself that she could have any man in this room.

Laughing at the absurdity of her thought, she summoned the waiter over. He approached her casually but refused to serve her another drink. As a recovering alcoholic, he felt bad for her. A drop-dead gorgeous, lanky model-type woman who was trying to drink herself into oblivion – she must be dealing with an immense amount of pain or guilt. He’d been through it and he’d be damned if he played a part in her inebriety. She couldn’t even manage to slur a decent insult to retort his refusal to serve her another drink. Looking back at her once more, he silently cursed his colleague for serving her in the first place. She was about 5’10 and barely 120 pounds. A long glass of straight vodka was enough to get someone three times her size drunk.

Lola managed to muster enough energy to stand up. She was supposed to feel drunk but all she felt was undesired, bored and angry. And she knew just the cure for all three. Crookedly walking, she approached the bachelor party and planked herself right on the lap of the groom. Or whomever she thought was the groom. He was wearing some kind of stupid sign on his head and his friends were insisting on getting him drunk. They all started whistling as she gave him a sloppy lapdance in plain view. Obviously, his future wife was nowhere near as beautiful as Lola. But for those who knew her, they could probably argue that she was probably nowhere near as crazy as Lola.

One of the groomsmen grabbed her by the arm to move her onto his lap. She was about to refuse but had no energy to fight back. Besides he was cute and she relished in the attention these men were lavishing on her. Trying hard to perform against the buff stranger, he whispered in her ear that he was a cop and that he wouldn’t hesitate to book her if she was underage. Although it was clearly a threat, Lola called his bluff – he was using his legal power to impress her. Scare her, sure – but the main goal was to impress her. She knew because even though he was reeking of brandy and she barely danced on him, she could feel his excitement pushing through his trousers. Once she told him she was legal and entitled to a drink or two if she wanted to, he offered her some brandy which she drank hastily. She could feel his eyes on her as she threw her head back. She was no longer feeling undesired and bored but the anger was still there, occupying every bone in her body. So when the cop offered to retreat back to his room, she accepted because she desperately needed to blow off some steam. Standing up with his help, he held her against him almost effortlessly.

He grabbed the tipsy groom who took the bottle of brandy with him. It was his last weekend of freedom and his friend, the cop, obviously had plans for him. On the way to the motel which was literally across the bar and just as grimy, Lola grabbed the bottle of liquor from the groom’s hand. The cop, having left a party of equally drunk men behind, was aiding them both with his left arm around the groom and his right around Lola’s tiny waist. In crude honesty, he wanted her to himself – he’d rip her tiny body apart but considering his best friend was getting married, he wanted him to have his last hoorah.

“Alors, keske toi tu fais?” (So what do you do?) She poked the groom to see if he had fallen asleep. They were in a very dim and small room, a dire comparison to the 5-star suites she was used to. This was the type of room you could smell from the hallway, that only had one bar of soap for the entire washroom and had sheets so stained, to think they were clean was an illusion even a drunkard couldn’t afford. The heavy scent of smoke was thick in the air, made worse by the miniscule size of the room. Had Lola been sober, she’d need to get drunk just to fathom standing in a motel for one, and for the traumatizing sights it offered.

The groom failed to respond, still in a drunken coma.

“Il est realisateur a CeFran. Peut etre tu connais? C’est la chaine des jeunes.” (He’s a director at CeFran Cable. Maybe you know it. It’s a channel for young people.” The cop answered as he emerged from the washroom. He’d had the common sense to wash his hands, although he used the musty towel to dry his hands negating the purpose of washing them in the first place. He was undressing and was sensible enough to leave just his tank top and boxers-briefs on.

“Wai, mais je calcule pas.” (Yeah but I don’t like it.) Lola replied uninterested. Lying down on the blanket alongside the groom, she was waiting for the cop to approach her. He was going through his wallet in search of condoms. In the midst of her drunken stupor, an idea came to her. She patted herself stupidly as if her phone would be tucked in somewhere. Immediately after, she reached for her smart phone and turned the camera on. Stumbling over to the boxy square that resembled a TV dated from the 60’s, she placed her phone against it, with the lens facing the bed. To offer a distraction and an icebreaker, she asked the cop,

“C koi son nom?” (What’s his name?)

She hadn’t thought the idea through completely and wouldn’t even attempt to in this state. All she knew is that she needed to put on one heck of a performance – for the sake of her sober self.

“Jacques.” The cop replied mindlessly as he rolled the condom on in one motion and approached her. “Deshabille toi.” (Take off your clothes) He ordered, taking her in as he did so. She had a beautiful silhouette and her body looked even better naked. He’d never seen a woman so flawless. He stroked his erection as he drank in her nude perfection.

“T’es mannequin?” (Are you a model?) He had to ask. If she wasn’t, she needed to get in that field.

“D’apres toi?” (What do you think?) She replied rudely, considering it to be an obvious answer. Hoping to fill that smart mouth, the cop grabbed Lola’s long hair and brought her to her knees.

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Jen spent the majority of Saturday morning in Ma Belle hair salon. She was starting work on Monday and needed to look her best. Doing an impromptu interview with her boyfriend on the whim was one thing but if this was to be her career, she wanted to ensure that she looked presentable. And the way Sandrine had been whipping up those hair colours all morning, she was hopeful she’d look her best. She’d given Genevieve her last day notice on Friday and her former boss had happily accepted her resignation. She even insisted that Jen still attend the big wedding anniversary party occurring the following weekend.

Sandrine had washed, conditioned and re-washed the new light brown shade of Jen’s hair and was now applying highlights to give the brunette locks more dimension. She insisted on it, claiming it would reflect more light giving her a healthy, tan glow. Jen almost resisted the urge to tell her that she didn’t need a ‘tan glow’, she was naturally tan. But instead prayed that the enthusiastic hair stylist knew what she was doing when it came to black hair. It’s too late to go back now, she thought, as her feet and hands were being catered to by the salon’s manicurist. She’d chosen a simple, classic shade of red to avoid what she considered dull –a French manicure. A clean nail slate would’ve suited her but it didn’t cost extra for color so she figured she might as well.

Half an hour later, her nails and feet thanked her as they beamed happily, oiled, trimmed, cuticle-less and painted with a gorgeous shade of glossy red. Sandrine took out all of the aluminum foils in her hair before washing it and repeating the conditioning process to lock in moisture and seal the colours together. Just as Jen was about to complain of a neck cramp from all the washing and re-washing, Sandrine lifted her head up into a dry towel and motioned her to her styling chair.

Another half hour later, Jen was in awe of the marriage of colours in her hair. It was shoulder-length and free of any extensions but the lighter colours did brighten up her entire face. And she wasn’t even wearing make-up. Sandrine trimmed the ends so everything lined up nice and evenly. Jen was in awe of how the dramatic change changed – and more surprisingly, suited her. Why didn’t I dye my hair sooner?Letting the new image of her sink in, she already began imagining the numerous colours she’d like to try next. I’ve always wanted to be a redhead. Handing over her trusty Amex, she paid and left Sandrine a nice tip as a way of saying thank you for dedicating the entire morning to doing her hair, for not screwing it up and for dealing with her grumpy, skeptic looks everytime a liquid or creamy substance went into her hair.

Shyly catching her reflection in every mirrored surface she passed, Jen couldn’t wait to show Larry her new hair. She had a new swag – and she was even confident leaving the salon without any extensions. It was just that kind of day. Lately she’d been having those kinds of days. Perfect, easy, carefree, full of love…and great sex, abundant with smiles and laughter. Tonight would be no different. She and Larry had another date and once he saw the new her, he would undoubtedly want to skip dinner and head straight for dessert.

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Jen was all smiles and assertive steps as she entered Cefran Cable’s office. It was spacious which in itself was impressive in Paris, a city where everything was small. Streets, food portions, beds, apartments, cars. Or maybe it seemed that way because she was American and everything was bigger in America. She strutted happily to the secretary’s desk to introduce herself, trying to quiet visions of herself being the new It girl at the popular channel. She imagined her show blowing rankings through the roof, being congratulated and maybe even promoted after a few months. She found it easy to remain positive when everything in her life was going so well. Dream career, dream man, and a baby on the way. If she’d known her life would unravel so perfectly in France, she would’ve made the move a long time ago. Regardless, it was happening now and each minute felt sweeter than the previous. Sitting down in one of the chairs in the lobby, she tried not to be so obvious about looking around. It was hard not to. She’d never been to a professional studio before and she sat anxiously, anticipating the many discoveries awaiting her behind the fancy reception area.

Saturday night had been amazing, just like she’d predicted. Larry showed up looking hot as always, slightly more dapper than usual. He was taking her to La Balancoire, one of the best restaurants in Paris, world-renowned for its culinary aptitude. He adored her new look and couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Glancing back in an attempt to see if anyone was coming out for her, Jen completely froze when she saw Lola make her dramatic exit from the sliding doors separating the lobby from the actual studio and offices. Paling from the neck up, her eyes remained stuck on Lola giving way to all the urgent questions flooding her head. She looked ravishing as always but then again, did models ever have a bad day? Lola walked arrogantly, unlike Jen who was calculating her steps once she found the strength to stand. Jen was thanking all the supernatural, Godly and earthly forces for her sky-scraper heels. She was glad she ‘d put in the diligent effort of looking presentable because she was just an inch shorter than Lola whose venomous glare was enough to make her feel as if she was an entire foot shorter. Jen was hoping to bury the hatchet but Lola dismissed the idea almost as soon as Jen thought it, passing her by without so much as a word. Yet her glare said everything. A truce was not in order; in fact it was nowhere in the horizon – near or far. As Lola strutted past her as if she didn’t even exist, Jen had no choice but to stand there…and wait.

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Jacques was in his office sweating furiously. His day has started fairly well, still hung over from his bachelor party over the weekend. From what he didn’t remember, things got pretty wild. Adrian, his best guy friend since university, recounted the tales of their supposedly steamy threesome with a hot model from the city but he didn’t want to break his buddy’s heart by telling him that it was all a blur to him. One minute he was having fun, drinking up and being drunk and disorderly in a bar far away from his soon-to-be marital home and the next, well, the next – he just doesn’t remember. I guess it was that one shot that tipped him over the cusp of tipsy and happy to despondent and non-responsive. The headache he bared was proof enough that he had a good time and now that it was out of the way, he could focus on getting through his wedding.

Around 10am, Jacques was on his second cup of coffee, still checking all the e-mails he’d received in just three days of absence when he got a buzz from his secretary advising him of a guest. He was already dreading the pile of e-mails waiting for him once he returned from his honeymoon but pushed that aside to embrace his pride. He had been taking a huge risk and leap of faith  by hiring Jen. She had no experience and was understandably a little clumsy on camera but that was her charm. And nothing good, patient training couldn’t sharpen. Despite the fact that it hurt to keep his eyes open, much less stand up, he was happy that she was so early. In the media world, early is late. You can never be too early but she had 30 minutes head start and that was perfect timing. If she’d arrived before his second Advil, he’d have done something rash and fired her. Or at the very least scare her off with his monstrous post-inebriation-gone-wrong attitude. He’d let her soak up the impressive, ubiquitous yet silent influence of the building before going out to grab her. He wanted her to get a good grasp of who she was going to be working for. And if the mountains of archives, posters, and inspirational pictures on the walls didn’t inspire her, the studio certainly would. The recording booth would. The green screen room would.

Putting his vest on, Jacques made his way out to greet his newest employee. But unless he was still drunk the girl standing in front of him, albeit just as beautiful – if not more so, was not Jennifer Allen. After introducing himself to her, she introduced herself and somehow he felt as if he vaguely knew her, or at least saw her somewhere. With a face like hers and a body structure like that, she was undoubtedly a model so that was probably why. He’d probably seen one of her ads or commercials. Lola requested privacy as she had an urgent, private video that was sure to make headlines all over the French media. He’d ask her why she was bringing it to CeFran later. For the time being he just wanted to make sure this was as explosive as she claimed and not just a waste of his time.

He almost chuckled when she pulled out her mobile phone. She didn’t have a tape recorder or any professional equipment so his first guess was athlete scandal. Given her undeniably good looks, she probably slept around with some well-known athlete and got some dirt on him. He was already making fun of the poor schmuck who got himself taped, much to his oblivion, and now was probably going to have to pay a big price for his stupidity.

So imagine Jacques’s surprise when the video started rolling and there were no celebrities on the limited screen. Just him and his best friend Adrian…and the statuesque model before him. Unable to believe his eyes, he grabbed the phone out of Lola’s hands to get a closer look. In his defence, he was passed out on the bed as she performed oral sex on him and Adrian stood behind her, thrusting and panting away. Looking up at her, Jacques was met with a smug-looking Lola who sat comfortably on the edge of his desk, grabbing her phone out of his hand.

He’d been in the media business long enough to know that if she brought this to him, a day after it happened;

“Que veux tu?” (What do you want?) He cut to the chase, rubbing his forehead with clutched fists.

“Y a une meuf qui travaille pour toi. Jennifer. L’americaine. Vire la. Immediatement.” (There’s a chick working for you. Jennifer. American. Fire her. Immediately.) She stated without hesitation.

“Elle commence audjourd’hui. C’est tout?” (She starts today. Is that all?) He replied confused. He expected something huge, drastic, life-changing, a huge sacrifice.

“C’est tout. Pour Cefran, elle n’existe plus.” (That’s all. For Cefran Cable, she no longer exists. Make it hurt.)

He nodded. She got closer to him, close enough for him to see her deleting the video from her phone.

“Une promesse est une dette. Felicitations sur ton marriage Jacques.” (A promise is a debt. Congratulations on your wedding, Jacques) She spit wistfully before exiting his office. As if on cue, she saw Jennifer standing there with a stupid smile on her face. Stupid American. She almost wished she could be present when the dumb bitch got her dreams crushed but she was satisfied knowing that once Jen got the pink slip from Cefran before her first day, any media corporation would be plain stupid and downright desperate to hire her. Walking past her, she fought the urge to remove her heel and beat Jen to a pulp.

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Jacques exited his office shortly after to welcome Jen. After the rocky morning he’d had, he wanted to get this conversation over and done with. Fearful and paranoid that Lola may have planted a chip or something of the sort in his office, he began his humiliating ritual before Jen even got a chance to admire his office.

“Ne t’assois pas.” (Don’t bother sitting.) He said calmly. “Nous avons vérifié vos références et voulons annuler notre offre d’emploi. Pour être franc, je crois personnellement que tu serais inutile dans ce domaine. Fais toi un service gosse et abandonne maintenant. Regarde toi!. T’as l’air ridicule. Il n’y a pas de place pour toi ici ou sur l’écran. Lundi dernier était une erreur et nous a beaucoup souffert en te laissant etre présentateur. Penses-y de cette façon, je te rends un grand service en te disant ceci maintenant … au lieu d’avoir des illusions. Tu connais la sortie.” (We have checked your credentials and revoke our offer of employment. To be quite frank, I personally believe that you would be worthless in this field. Do yourself a favor kid and give up now. Look at you. You look ridiculous. You don’t fit in here or on the screen. Last Monday was a mistake and we suffered greatly by letting a non-tenured presenter host the interview. Think of it this way, I’m doing you a great service by telling you this now…instead of getting your hopes up. See yourself out.)

Jen stood there, mouth agape in wonder of the cruel speech Jacques had just delivered so emotionlessly. Tears stung her eyes and she felt like a bullied kid, stripped naked and bared in public with all of her insecurities soaring to the surface. Finding the last ounce of pride and self-worth in her body, she readjusted her bag over her shoulder and kept her head low to hide the tears she could no longer hold back. Exiting the office, she nearly bumped into someone and brushed it off, continuing on her way out.

 

Something New. (Chapitre Trente Six)

Something New. 

Chapitre Trente Six

Par Jolie Adam

“That was amazing.” James was still reeling to the hot and heavy romp he’d just finished. Lola was doing her post-coitus ritual of brushing her hair and fixing her makeup when she looked at him through the mirror’s reflection, letting a cocky smile show that she was well aware of her sexual prowess.

“Wanna grab something to eat?” The American Abercrombie and Fitch model asked, famished and sexually depleted. Lola rolled her eyes at the naïve adolescent for she had no intention of pursuing this beyond the bedroom.

“No.” She replied flatly, leaving no room for him to even try to convince or seduce her.

“Well, I’m hungry. A man’s got to eat, especially after that workout.” He flirted boyishly.

“Then eat!” She added impassively with a funny French accent.

James shuffled around in the sheets, too tired to be grumpy. He was in Paris for a Chanel shoot and met Lola on set. While all the other women were fawning over him from a distance, Lola had been the one ballsy enough to approach him and he definitely liked a confident woman. However, seeing her attitude now, he wondered if she was ballsy or just plain bitchy. Looking over at her, she was re-applying some powder and blush and had no interest in making conversation. He rolled over to the bed table in the luxury hotel she made him pay for, wondering if it’d been worth it to splurge this much on a chick who wasn’t the least pleasant except during sex. Grabbing the remote, he fumbled with the buttons marked in French to find the power button. The television was set to one of the more popular French channel, especially with the younger, hip crowd, Cefran Cable. They were re-running some interview with someone he didn’t know. Looking to find the arrows to move to the next channel, Lola turned around ogling the TV. James was dumbfounded – suddenly, she was paying attention?

“What? Is this guy famous or something?” James curiously demanded.

Lola looked as if she was in a complete trance, she wasn’t responding to him – matter of fact, she didn’t even hear him. It’d been a while since she’d seen Larry and she tried her hardest to get over him after confronting him with that stupid American girl. Gosh, she hated the bitch. Watching them both on screen, being cutesy and comfortable made her skin itch in discomfort. It was one thing for Larry to cheat on her, but to see them still together, while he completely forgot about her just didn’t sit right with Lola.

“I’m going to change the channel.” He taunted her, hoping to get a response this time.

Lola turned back to the mirror, having seen enough and for an instant felt like she had something in her eye but realized she was simply trying hard not to cry. Slowly gathering her makeup case and handbag, she stormed out of the room without so much as a word to James, carelessly leaving the door open behind her.

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Jen was purposely running late on Friday morning. She figured since it was week’s end, it was as good a time as any to break the news to her mother. There was a six hours’ time difference and she was going to hold off until noon to make the call.

The week had flown by, after her broadcasting debut on Monday; she spent the majority of her workweek gladly catering to Larry. Perhaps he saw breaking his leg as an inconvenience but as far as she could see, it was a blessing for her. Luckily it was just a strain, or else she’d feel really guilty about admitting that she loved spending so much time with him. They were getting to know each other and things felt so organic between them. Because of him, she was staying later after her shifts, having dinner at the Bourgeois house and leaving just in time to get home at a semi-decent hour. Wednesday, they’d spent the entire day watching Secret Story, a French reality-TV show Jen had gotten hooked on. They were doing a marathon and Jen seized the opportunity to spend time with her favourite person in bed, watching TV and playing thumbsies during commercial breaks. They shared a small pint of ice cream and Larry only allowed her to leave the bed to make a salad at lunchtime because he was starving. Jen caught herself smiling at the memory – she was so far gone with him that she no longer tried to repress her feelings for him.

Larry had picked a winner because she’d been reading Gold diggers religiously every free minute she had. The novel was about 500 pages so it was taking her a while to finish which she liked because it gave her something else besides Larry to look forward to. Looking at the clock, it was five minutes until noon so she braced herself as she entered the country code into her phone.

After the third ring, her mother picked up the phone. She was an early riser – always had been, and used the time in the mornings to clean, cook and exercise. 

“Hi Mom!”

“Hi baby. How are you? How’s everything?”

“Everything is really good. I’m good. How about you?”

“That’s great. You sound good, that’s a relief. Everything here is fine, still the same old. When are you coming back?”

She laughed because that was usually her mom’s first question every time she called home,

“Actually, that’s what I was calling you about. I have news ..”

“What kind of news? Good news?”

“Well, yeah…I mean yeah, they’re good news.” She was smiling into the receiver.

“Well then, what’s the news?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Not sure what to expect but a little uncomfortable with the silence on the other end, Jennifer continued,

“Mom?”

“What’s this about? Are you joking?” Her mother actually sounded mad.

“I’m dead serious. You can finally live out your dream of being a grandmother.” She joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I just don’t understand. I didn’t even know you were seeing someone. Is this a one-night stand or something? What have you gotten yourself into?” Her mom began to rant.

“NO. I didn’t say anything because it was a little complicated at first but everything is fine now. I’m keeping it so don’t even ask. Come on mom, it’s me we’re talking about. If everything wasn’t well, would I even be telling you this?”

Jen’s mom thought about it and realized that her daughter was right. Jen was naturally prudent – until she decided to leave everything behind and go to Europe on a whim,

“What changed your mind? I thought you wanted to spend your life alone with your book and your journals?” Her mom mocked.

“I…found someone I love.” Even her mom rejoiced at hearing her daughter’s revelation. It was all she needed to grasp the fact that her only daughter was pregnant.

“That’s what I want to hear. Now spill all the details about this guy. Are you guys planning to get married? Are you staying there? When do I get to meet him? I also –”

“Mom, Mom – relax. I got another call coming in….one sec.”

She pressed the answer pad on her phone to take the other call,

“Hello?”

“C’est Jennifer Allen?” (Is this Jennifer Allen?) The male voice asked.

“Oui.” (Yes)

“Euu Oui Bonjour, mon nom est Jacques, j’appelle de la chaine Cefran. Je suis directeur ici pour le programme qui a couru ce lundi avec Larry. Bref, les fans vous ont adore sur le show et nous aimerions savoir si vous etre interesse a une carriere comme presentatrice avec nous.” (Umm, yes Hi. This is Jacques from Cefran Cable. I’m the director for the segment that ran this Monday with Larry. In brief, the fans loved you on the show and we’d like to know if you would be interested in being one of our hosts)

“Uh, juste un instant s’il vous plait.” (Just one moment please)

She returned to the other line,

“Mom, more good news. I’m getting a job offer on the other line. I’ll call you later. Love you, bye.”

“For what job?”

“Igottagoloveyoubye.” She replied hastily before returning to Jacques.

“Desole pour l’attente. Je serais ravie de travailler pour vous.” (Sorry for the hold, I would love to work for you.”

“Parfait! Alors je peux vous rendre compte quand vous seriez la. Pouvez vous commencer ce Lundi?” (Perfect, so I can tell you more about the position once you’re here. Are you able to start on Monday?”

“Absolument.” (Of course)

“Parfait, vous connaissez l’addresse?” (Great, you know the address?)

“Non, mais je peux la trouver en ligne, sur votre site.” (No, but I can find it on your site.)

“Super, alors a Lundi, disons 10 heure et demie.” (Good, see you Monday at 10:30!)

“Merci bien.”  (Thank you.)

“Au revoir.” (Bye.)

Jacques hung up before Jen could say bye. She was in awe and a little shocked at the call. How had they even gotten her number? Did it matter? She owed Larry a big one because none of this would’ve been possible without his bold request. She called him next to tell him the great news.

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“L’amour a une couleur et un nom – Bienvenue a Cartier.” (Love has a color and a name – Welcome to Cartier). The sign emblazoned on the entrance door read.

Larry was standing in front of the signature store for the famous French jewellery house when the call from Jen came in. Letting it vibrate, he placed it back in his jeans pocket and entered the store. If this week had been any indication of how things could be with Jen, he wanted to stretch it out into the rest of his life. This would be a huge leap, but so was her having his child. His parents were celebrating their 25th anniversary next weekend and he saw no better occasion to pop the question. Greeting back the neatly dressed sales’ assistant, he firmly stated the purpose of his visit,

“J’aimerai regarder les bagues de fiancailles et mariage. Merci.” (I’d like to see your engagement and wedding rings. Thanks.)

“Avec plaisir, suivez moi.” (With pleasure, follow me.) The smartly dressed man guided Larry to their nuptials’ section where there was a wide assortment of sparkly jewels displayed in a lavish manner.

Feeling a little overwhelmed by the wide range of diamonds, cuts, colors and shapes, Larry really knew nothing about marriage. He tried to absorb the helpful information being voluntarily dispensed by the sales’ associate but still couldn’t wrap his head around the difference between wedding bands and wedding rings. Maybe there was a reason why women were better off picking these things. He just wanted to be in and out but decided against it since if things went according to plan; this would be the ring Jen would be stuck with…hopefully, forever. Forcing his attention back to the overly cheerful associate, he strived to know more. What was the best value for his money? What was a popular pick? What were the prices like? And his questions resulted in more questions from the salesman. How old was his bride? What was her style? What were her favourite things to do? Once Larry mentioned she was an avid reader and a budding writer, the salesman held his finger in the air as if he’d been struck with the perfect answer. Watching his hand move expertly between the pricey collection of fancy sparklers, Larry watched him as he picked out a ring at the right end corner of the glass table.

“Comme ecrivaine, je la vois simple mais elegante. Discrete et emotionelle. Cette bague lui ira bien.” (As a writer, I envision her simple but elegant. Discreet and emotional. This ring will suit her like a charm.) He boasted.

Larry held the ring between his thumb and index finger admiring how stunning and flawless it was – which perfectly represented Jen in his eyes. It was a marriage between a gold ring and a myriad of tiny diamonds tracing the circular band, topped with a sizeable, glistening square diamond piece in the center. The sales’ associate looked at him in agreement, knowing that his client would be a fool to refuse this gem to the woman he loved. Larry was actually in awe of this tiny piece of jewellery – that somehow signified so much. Smiling happily, he asked the dreaded question,

“Quel est le prix?” (What’s the price?)

Without even referring to the price tag, the devoted salesman responded with a tone of reassurance,

“16,800 euros, Monsieur.”

Looking up at the smiley attendant, he needed a moment to digest that number. The agent seeing that his client obviously wasn’t about to make a hasty decision, even for a diamond that warranted a hurried purchase, offered him some time to think it over.

“Je vous donne un moment a reflechir.” (I’ll give you a moment to think.)

Larry sighed and readjusted his snapback. He was sure of what he was doing but he just needed a moment to really think it through. Even if Cartier’s store policy was refundable with receipt of purchase, he wasn’t planning on returning it. And if he wanted the best odds in his favour, that was the ring for it. Reminiscing quickly, he recounted winning the well-deserved battle at the tournament a week ago, every day this past week with Jen was just so perfect. Even if all they did was sit in bed and watch badly scripted reality TV shows. He was on his way back from the doctor’s to get his brace removed and get secondary x-rays done. Results had come back positive and the doctor reduced his complete recovery time from an additional three weeks to just two, meaning he could walk but not exercise or dance. No severe pressure on the foot for two more weeks.

Before he knew it, the sales’ associate had returned to see if his prospective client was done deliberating.

“Alors, Monsieur a t’il choisi?” (So, has Sir decided?) He asked curtly.

Larry took a deep breath and readjusted his snapback once more as a way to deal with his nerves and keep his hands busy. This was definitely not a small purchase but worth the splurge.

“Oui, je vais la prendre.” (Yes, I’ll take it.) He replied finally in an assertive tone.

Smiling for having completed another sale for the day, the store representative nodded once politely to imply his understanding.

“Voulez vous inscrire quelque chose a l’interieur? C’est gratuit.” (Would you like to inscribe something on the inside? It’s complimentary.”

“Non.” Larry declined the freebie simply because he was nervous enough as it was. He never thought he’d see the day he’d propose to a woman, much less at the ripe age of 23. So long were the days of frivolous fun and licentious girls. If all went well, he’d be engaged in the next week or so. Then he was struck by a memory that made him smile,

“Au faite, oui. J’aimerai inscrire en Anglais la phrase, ‘To my favourite girl.’” (Actually, yeah. I’d like to inscribe an English phrase, ‘To my favourite girl.’) He added, remembering how happy it had made Jen when he announced it during their interview together.

“Ah, c’est une Anglaise?”(Ah, she’s English?”) The nosy salesman asked.

“Americaine.” (American) He corrected.

“Felicitations.” (Congratulations) He continued, handing Larry a luxe shopping bag branded with the Cartier name and logo, which contained a padded red box with the glamorous ring sitting snugly between the slit in the plush ring holder.

“Merci.” (Thank you) Larry replied holding the bag in one hand and taking back his Carte Bleue with the other.

“Bonne chance.” (Good luck) The salesman added as a last exchange as he ripped off the printed confirmation of the purchase, folded it into a glitter encrusted Cartier envelope and handed it to his client.

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This was the first time Laurent had slept in Ayara’s bed without doing anything sexual. Now that he knew she wasn’t just using him for sex, he felt a little more sensitive about her feelings for him. Speaking of firsts, it was also the first time he’d waken up first. Watching her sleep, he eased out of the bed slowly and exited the room to use the washroom.

When Ayara woke up about an hour later and saw that Lau was gone, she actually felt a little relieved. She was used to being the first one up. And she had to admit that despite not having done anything, cuddling with Lau had been just as satisfying. There was something about him that she liked, before she’d even met him which is why she asked her manager to make sure he was booked for the tour. His talent was undeniable but above all, she had a crush on him which in itself was very surprising. She was used to being crushed on, not the other way around, and strived so hard to get him to like her. Yet every effort she made just seem to land flat and that just made her want him more.

Lau used the time alone to shower and indulge in a scrumptious breakfast. He’d probably never tire of having a chef in hand if he had the chance to afford one. Sitting on deck, he admired the miles and miles of dark blue waters surrounding the recreational boat. It was hard to be near the ocean and not ponder about life. He counted his blessings while he sipped the freshly squeezed orange juice. Once he returned home, there were a few things he needed to do; apologize to Jen for whatever he’d done to her initially. Be less selfish and show concern over his brother’s health. He was now aware how he’d brushed off Larry’s foot strain as something banal but he didn’t know what he’d do if he had to go a month without dancing. He had lacked empathy in that situation. Deep down, he also knew that he needed to let Jen go – to be free and be with whomever she chose. It certainly stung a bit to accept the fact that she loved someone else. It made him wonder if she ever really loved him. Did he? There was a big difference between appreciating someone’s company, wanting to be with them, caring about them and really loving someone. He could tell she was really in love because she no longer gave him the time of day. But he had no problem forgetting about her and gallivanting around during the tour. Is that what real love entailed?

Disrupting his train of thought, Ayara snaked an arm around his neck as she made her way to the seat next to him. They were on the upper deck which allowed them a bit of privacy from her entourage. She’d showered and slipped on a white terrycloth dress over her bikini. She also chose to forgo her usual full face of makeup for some sheer coverage that let her look more her age and less like a primped up sex icon.

“Morning.” She smiled, stretching her arms out.

“It’s not morning anymore.”

Ayara ordered salmon and a fresh garden salad with lentils.

“Slept well?” She asked Lau.

He laughed at her question and she looked at him puzzled wondering why,

“Yes but I think you slept really well. You were drooling a little.”

She blushed at his comment,

“Stop lying.”

“Awww, it’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed. That means you have good dreams. You dream about me.” He winked playfully at her.

“You are just feeling yourself today, aren’t you?” Somehow, the dynamic between them had changed almost overnight. He no longer saw her as this sexually overzealous pop star with the personality of a villain. She was misunderstood and lost herself in the prospect of trying to please everyone else.

“What do you want to do today?” He bypassed her remark.

“Shop!” She giggled.

“Okay, then I take you shopping.”

“What do you mean?” She questioned.

“What do you think I mean? I will take you shopping. I’m gonna give you some style.” He smirked.

“You’re going to take ME shopping? I’m an expensive girl.” She flirted.

“Style doesn’t have to be expensive. I’ll show you.”

She smiled at his offer, looking over at him, cool and smooth in the reclining deck chair. Perhaps they were making baby steps after all. This was the first time a guy wasn’t trying to use her money and she was impressed.

“How old are you?” He asked, out of the blue.

“22. Why?”

“You’re younger than me. Respect your elders!” He retorted jokingly before slipping his shades on.

They spent the afternoon lounging around and shopping in St. Raphael. Lau kept his word and took her on a shopping spree although she made it easier for him by avoiding any major designer boutique. She appreciated his effort and loved the clothes he’d picked out for her. They were a perfect combination of sexy, edgy, cute and comfortable, leading her to joke that she should hire him as her stylist. They were getting along and Lau secretly admired how despite her youth, she handled fame rather gracefully and was able to switch between what people expected of her and who she was. If he had to dig deep, he’d see that he also felt a little bad for her; because her fame was the reason for her lack of individuality, the negative people sticking around just to further themselves and her lack of freedom.

Once back on the boat, she paid him back with a full-body massage complete with scented oils and candle light.

“You’re really good.” Lau moaned as he felt her fingers dig soothingly into his muscles.

She laughed, “My cousin and I took a massage class once. We were bored.”

The more relaxed he felt, he more aroused he got – until he could no longer manage to lay comfortably on his erection.

“Ok, I’ll switch sides now.” He volunteered.

“Uh…I’m not done on the back yet.” She complained until she saw the reason he could no longer lay on his front. Going with the flow, she straddled him – massaging his chest first, making her way down to the navel applying less pressure as she went south, letting her fingers ‘accidentally’ graze the interior of his toned thighs. Lau had agreed to wear a towel in lieu of boxers to really get the authentic massage experience. Now using this to her advantage, Ayara slipped her expert hands beneath the towel to give him a different kind of massage. Using her right hand to stroke and her left to gently twist, she set into a slow, agonizing routine and she could feel his excitement growing in her hands.

“That feels good.” Lau moaned under his breath. After seeing a sexy smirk etched on her face, he added, “But if you want me to finish, you have to use your mouth or sit on it.”

Taking that as her cue to advance things, she moved her hand to cup his balls as she lowered her mouth onto his hard shaft. No sooner had her lips touched his erection, did she eject it from her mouth,

“UGHHHHH, the massage oil tastes disgusting.” She said as she tried to swallow the bitterness of the slippery gel.

“Sit on me.” Lau groaned, not even taking into consideration what just happened.

Leaning in to access the bedside drawer, Ayara grabbed a condom and rolled it down. Using her hand to guide him into her, she moaned as she slowly sat down on his member.

Without even waiting for her to guide him, Lau sat up to reach for her hair tousled behind her back, twisted it in one motion and used it as a rope to push himself into her. Grabbing his back, she met his thrusts by using her own friction as she straddled him. As if taking her initiative as a challenge, he pulled her hair back slightly firmer giving him full access to her neck. He nuzzled his lips against her neck and kissed its length as he continued to drive forcefully into her without the slightest worry that he might break her.  Setting into a frightening rhythm, Lau continue to slam himself into her, not letting go of her strands.

He knew she’d reached her orgasm when she stopped moving, unwillingly clenching furiously around him and the unexpectedness of it all led him to reach his own climax.

“That was the best massage of my life.” Ayara giggled as she climbed off him.