Richard Ullman was the exact kind of the man I did not like. He looked slimy to me with his blond mustache and pale skin color.
"Nice to meeting you. Meet my lovely wife Oksana," Oksana obviously loved plastic surgery and botox. She shook my hand too and she smiled at me - I guess. "And Trevor Lee." I was sure that Mr. Trevor had already way too many drinks and the party just started! I was not interested in their lame conversation about business and gossip about the people I never met or heard of before. Every time somebody entered the room I was hoping to see Max's face.
Few drinks and plate of the sushi later, I was heading to find some private space for myself . I was lucky enough to find the library located in the end of the hall. I sneaked in and closed the heavy wooden sliding door. I turned around to look for some nice place to sit, when i saw a silhouette in the shade of the corner.
"I'm sorry," I turned back to leave, when his voice stopped me.
"Please..come sit.." I walked closer to him and sat on the comfortable chair next to him. He was older man, with crazy looking white hair and big smile. He was drinking whisky..
"Bored?" He raised his bushy eyebrows.
"No..Just tired.."
"Come on! If you are not bored in this great group of special people, you must be very special too." He reached on the small coffee table and took a cigar. "Are you an actress?"
"No.." I was watching him to light it up. I did not like the smell..
"That right. You do not look like one of them. Your boobs are covered..What is your name Honey?"
"Michaela.."
"Arthur.." He raised his glass to me. "Are you drinking?"
"I did..I think I had enough.."
"Enough? What's that?" He laughed and stood up. "What do you drink?" He was walking towards the small bar. I did not want to drink nothing more..
"Brandy?" I should be quiet.
Two glasses of brandy later I was laughing to Arthur's stories. He was amazing man. He was well known writer. Extremely smart and well spoken. He was born in South Africa and he lived everywhere around the world.
I told him about my life. My family, work and mostly about Peter and my failed relationship..
"How old are you Honey?"
"It is not polite to ask lady, what is her age.."
"Are you lady?"
"Yes..I am.."
"Well, I guess we found the source of your problems, Honey."
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That Bitch..
RomantikI was not born a bitch, i became one..thanks to you.. He pulled my hair back, i felt his breath on my neck.."You like to play, huh?" I whispered feeling his desire..He looked in my eyes..I could see the fire in his eyes.."..than you will cry." I sai...
