𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡
Lord Lionel Shahbandar had everything that others could not even dream of. His own company, money until he dropped and a huge estate.
But one thing he did not have.
A love he neither sought nor missed.
Only when he ha...
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The fact that Saskia did not come home today, annoyed Lionel tremendously. "At home...", it was only his and nobody else's! He shouldn't have kissed her, it just made everything more complicated. And yet he had wanted to, and if she were here now, he would do it again. And if it was up to him, he would be in bed with her already, or somewhere else....
In the meantime he had arrived in his bedroom. Lionel got rid of his clothes as he did every day and breathed out liberated. He quickly went to his bathroom and took a relaxing shower.
Naked as always, he went to his bar and poured himself a double whiskey with ice cubes. Usually Gem sat on his bed, but since Sassy was present, she didn't join him, he scowled.
He downed the contents of the glass in one gulp and, on top of the remaining ice cubes, poured the same amount of alcohol again. Normally he enjoyed his sinfully expensive whiskey, but today all he wanted was a distraction. Finally, the high-proof began to take effect and an inner warmth spread. Somewhat exhausted, he sat down on his sofa, not wanting to go to sleep just yet.
In the meantime, Saskia had arrived at the agreed meeting place and was looking for her acquaintance, because she was not a friend for her. Pleasant jazz music discreetly drowned out the murmur of the people. The location was immersed in soft light, candlelight at the individual bar tables also provided a dignified atmosphere. Actually, it was a very nice place.
Why it absolutely had to be a jazz club, she didn't know either. She had nothing against this music, not at all. But in this establishment there were only wannabe rich people and people who thought they had to represent something they were not at all. Saskia could tell that right away with a quick glance over the crowd.
Men in suits stood and sat around like vain roosters and women in mini dresses that showed more than they hid. With shoes that were as high as skyscrapers, that had pencil heels that you could murder someone with....
She didn't feel comfortable here at all, it seemed to her that she was the only one in the whole place who didn't have model measurements. It seemed to her as if a photo shoot for overpriced alcohol was taking place here.
In the meantime, she had already received a few snide looks, which she defiantly returned while she continued her search. Finally, she found the small group that didn't really stand out visually from the rest. After throwing a short "hello" into the round, she sat down on the free chair with a sigh. She would much rather have gone to a simple pub where it was less fancy.
Saskia looked at the long drinks menu, where one cocktail was more expensive than the other. It would probably remain with one drink, she was simply too stingy to spend so much money.
When the waiter came, she ordered a caipirinha. Saskia didn't really participate in the conversation, she just monosyllabically added her opinion when someone looked to her. By now, the outrageously expensive drink had arrived and Sia twisted the straw in the glass to dissolve the cane sugar more quickly. Finally she took a sip, chewing the sugar that remained in her mouth and letting it melt on her tongue.
Some time had passed and the group had loosened up a bit, some had gone to the bar, others had met other acquaintances. Finally, Saskia sat almost alone at the table, when a man sat down next to her. "Good evening," he said politely to her.
Saskia looked up and looked at the attractive middle-aged man, perhaps a few years older than she. "Good evening," she replied just as politely, still looking at him. He looked just like the rest here, dressed in a fine suit. This one started talking and asking petty stuff. They actually talked quite nicely and Saskia was already starting to feel happy to have met such a nice pastime.
As they talked longer, she began to think that he might be a better choice of man than her headstrong boss.
By now Lionel was slightly drunk, which was actually a peculiarity for him. He always wanted to have a clear head and be sane. Constantly he looked at the clock, but it was no use! She would not come today anyway and besides, he could not care anyway, he tried to tell himself again and again. Slowly the tiredness overcame him, since it was already very late, better said early. Lionel fell asleep on the sofa.
Saskia thought she would ask this man for his phone number, but then everything changed and he said to her: "Hey, I know we've been talking for a really long time. I did not think that one can talk with you so well. But actually I just wanted the phone number of your friend who was sitting next to you. It was really nice chatting with you."
Saskia gritted her teeth. But this couldn't be true now!?!? "Excuse me?!" she went at him, "I think you'd better get out of here and run away before I do something else with you that might not be very pleasant for you!"
Puzzled, the man looked at her, but rather quickly got up, not wanting to further provoke her wrath, and left.
"Ok, that's enough for me," Sia said to herself and stood up as well. She packed up her few belongings and just walked outside the pub. After the round had more or less dispersed anyway, there was no reason for her to stay here any longer.
After her, another man came out as well, swaying slightly because he had drunk too much. When he saw Saskia and wanted to go in her direction, her collar finally burst. "Get the fuck out of here! Don't you dare even look in my direction, let alone walk!" she wildly stated.
Her eyes were sparking, all her anger discharged at once. At Lionel, at this crappy evening with her unnecessary, hopefully soon to be no more roommate, and at the incident at work....
Sia looked like a lioness gone wild, her hair standing up in all directions and the look alone would have been enough to kill someone. Not even the most famous murderer of London, Jack the Ripper, would have dared to stand in her way.
Enraged, she went to the nearest cab station to get a cab to her old apartment.
Once there, she threw herself on the bed. Luckily she still had the key, after all she was still paying rent. That would change, maybe she would find a one-bedroom apartment, in any case she didn't want to be here anymore. And after the book project she would need her own accommodation again anyway.
