Foreign Love (An International Sports Romance) (Love in Shades) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller Page A
Authors: Cassie-Ann L. Miller
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insists.
I slink out of his reach. “It sounds pretty fucking simple to me, Lucien.”
He peels his cap off of his head and scrubs his hand over his short hair as he expels a heavy breath. “I meet Anaïs about four years ago at a party for one of the brands that endorses me. I was smitten with her immediately and courted her stubbornly. Even when she resisted my pursuit, I only tried harder to convince her to be with me.”
My stomach tightens as I hear him describe how he fell in insta-love with this woman because it sounds eerily similar to how he fell for me.
“She was the most sought-after model in Europe at the time and did not want to be tied down to any one man. But I was determined to have her, so after a few weeks, I proposed marriage to her. She accepted it. She took my ring. But months went by and she made no effort to move the wedding plans forward. Like a fool, I put more and more pressure on her. She eventually suggested a commitment ceremony; we could have an extravagant party for all of our friends and family, and make vows to each other, but she didn’t want to be tied down legally.”
I feel my heart splinter just a little when I see pain twist his face as the words come out of his mouth.
He inches closer to me. “Our so-called marriage was never legal, Julia, and she would remind me of that every time she ran off with another of her many lovers. She was never faithful to me and I spent a long time trying to convince her to love me. It never worked.”
The fact that Lucien was never legally married to Anaïs should be a relief to me. But it isn’t. I still feel betrayed – he never once mentioned her – and blindsided – she caught me vulnerable, with my guard down. All because Lucien kept her a secret from me.
I finally find the strength to open my mouth. “When – when did you end things with her?”
Lucien looks away and my stomach drops. “We never officially ended it. We were intimate many times over the years. But I eventually began to take other lovers. She knows this.”
“Argh!” I groan slapping my palm to my forehead. “How could you?”
This time he grabs my shoulders. I try to back away but he won’t let me. “When I met you, I had not seen Anaïs in months. She has a tendency to disappear whenever a shiny new distraction pops up and reappear when things aren’t going her way.”
Tears are pouring down my face now. “But she started calling you. When we were together in Paris, she would call, Right?”
He nods hesitantly. “She said that she had no more money. Her modeling agency was no longer booking jobs for her. But Julia, I told her that she was not welcome in my home anymore. I told her not to come back.”
I fill in the gaps. “But you didn’t tell her about me. Did you?”
“I didn’t want her to harass you,” he says in a low, weak voice, his eyes falling to the floor. “I was trying to protect you.”
I laugh bitterly. “Well, that went according to plan,” I say sarcastically.
“Since the day I met you, Anaïs hasn’t mattered any more. No one else matters. You must believe me.”
I don’t say anything. I just fold my arms over my chest and shake my head, still not sure how to process his words and my feelings and the world of hurt going on in my heart.
His face dips close to mine and I can feel his every breath warming my face. “I’ve told you everything, Julia…Now, tell me how to fix this. Tell me how to fix us. I’ll do anything.”
I don’t move as his eyes blink closed. I sit completely still when his lips search for mine. I can’t turn away as his mouth brushes against mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. I let him taste me one last time. I need it as much as he does.
When his hand crawls under my skirt, he finds me wet.
I’m always ready for him .
But this time, I have no condom and neither does he. I let him lay me back
I slink out of his reach. “It sounds pretty fucking simple to me, Lucien.”
He peels his cap off of his head and scrubs his hand over his short hair as he expels a heavy breath. “I meet Anaïs about four years ago at a party for one of the brands that endorses me. I was smitten with her immediately and courted her stubbornly. Even when she resisted my pursuit, I only tried harder to convince her to be with me.”
My stomach tightens as I hear him describe how he fell in insta-love with this woman because it sounds eerily similar to how he fell for me.
“She was the most sought-after model in Europe at the time and did not want to be tied down to any one man. But I was determined to have her, so after a few weeks, I proposed marriage to her. She accepted it. She took my ring. But months went by and she made no effort to move the wedding plans forward. Like a fool, I put more and more pressure on her. She eventually suggested a commitment ceremony; we could have an extravagant party for all of our friends and family, and make vows to each other, but she didn’t want to be tied down legally.”
I feel my heart splinter just a little when I see pain twist his face as the words come out of his mouth.
He inches closer to me. “Our so-called marriage was never legal, Julia, and she would remind me of that every time she ran off with another of her many lovers. She was never faithful to me and I spent a long time trying to convince her to love me. It never worked.”
The fact that Lucien was never legally married to Anaïs should be a relief to me. But it isn’t. I still feel betrayed – he never once mentioned her – and blindsided – she caught me vulnerable, with my guard down. All because Lucien kept her a secret from me.
I finally find the strength to open my mouth. “When – when did you end things with her?”
Lucien looks away and my stomach drops. “We never officially ended it. We were intimate many times over the years. But I eventually began to take other lovers. She knows this.”
“Argh!” I groan slapping my palm to my forehead. “How could you?”
This time he grabs my shoulders. I try to back away but he won’t let me. “When I met you, I had not seen Anaïs in months. She has a tendency to disappear whenever a shiny new distraction pops up and reappear when things aren’t going her way.”
Tears are pouring down my face now. “But she started calling you. When we were together in Paris, she would call, Right?”
He nods hesitantly. “She said that she had no more money. Her modeling agency was no longer booking jobs for her. But Julia, I told her that she was not welcome in my home anymore. I told her not to come back.”
I fill in the gaps. “But you didn’t tell her about me. Did you?”
“I didn’t want her to harass you,” he says in a low, weak voice, his eyes falling to the floor. “I was trying to protect you.”
I laugh bitterly. “Well, that went according to plan,” I say sarcastically.
“Since the day I met you, Anaïs hasn’t mattered any more. No one else matters. You must believe me.”
I don’t say anything. I just fold my arms over my chest and shake my head, still not sure how to process his words and my feelings and the world of hurt going on in my heart.
His face dips close to mine and I can feel his every breath warming my face. “I’ve told you everything, Julia…Now, tell me how to fix this. Tell me how to fix us. I’ll do anything.”
I don’t move as his eyes blink closed. I sit completely still when his lips search for mine. I can’t turn away as his mouth brushes against mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. I let him taste me one last time. I need it as much as he does.
When his hand crawls under my skirt, he finds me wet.
I’m always ready for him .
But this time, I have no condom and neither does he. I let him lay me back
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