«You didn't hurt me, Sibylle, you just... awakened me. Thank you. And now excuse me, I need to be on my own.»
She lets her go and presses her own lips, upset because she doesn't understand when it's time to shut— Claude!
The man has just entered the room full of people. Her heart starts pounding. He is so handsome dressed in that blue suit! As is beautiful the blonde woman dressed in a red dress with him...
She takes the courage to approach him. Makes her way through the people and arrives behind him.
«C—Claude?»
He turns to look at her, not even betraying a sparkle of emotion.
«Sibylle.» he says passionless.
«Oh, I'm glad you accepted my invitation!»
«I haven't even opened your invitation. I'm here because Jaqueline told me about an amazing sculptor and I wanted to see his creations, I am interested for my new office. By the way, this is Cherie, my new secretary.»
Sibylle shakes her hand smiling while the blonde lady remains unemotional, then apologizes and walks away, leaving them alone. Sibylle looks at Claude raising an eyebrow:
«Cherie?» she asks.
«It's her real name, so spare me your stupid comments, please.»
«I would never deride her or something, you should know I'm not like that, I was just curious. She is beautiful.»
«Of course she is. My company has a certain prestige, I have to take care of every aspect, even the aesthetic. I cannot show myself around with a woman dressed in a awkward way.»
Sibylle smiles, understanding the indirect rebuff.
«Like one dressed in a mechanic overall, for example?»
«Exactly.»
Sibylle looks away for a moment.
«You know, Claude, under this rough suit there is a new woman. I am more confident now, I'm more uninhibited. Things have happened and I found my femininity again and I'd like to spend just one more night with you, Claude.»
The man looks at her for a long time.
«Don't tell me you fucked?»
She lowers her gaze and he looks around, smiling incredulously.
«What a slut!» he murmurs. «Nice. You let a stranger fuck you while to your husband you denied even a handjob!»
«I've never denied anything to you, Claude. It's you that avoided me.»
«I had my reasons.»
«Look, I just want to have the opportunity to be part of your life again.»
«Why should I accept? I don't miss you, Bille, I don't miss anything about you.»
«You don't miss the old me, but I could surprise you and you may want me back.»
«Listen», he starts to say with barely controlled anger, «why should I accept your offer? If it's about pussy I can get all that I want, and more beautiful than the meaty stuff you got between your legs.»
Sibylle smiles, surprising him.
«That's just your personal taste, Claude, your disgust doesn't hurt me anymore. I know I'm beautiful and I know I have an inviting pussy. I am beautiful down there as I'm beautiful inside. It's your own problem if you can't see beyond my overall.»
«Yeah, whatever. And take off that wedding ring, you are ridiculous! You fuck with others and you keep wearing a sign of fidelity!»
«I haven't given up with you, Claude. I will take it off when I'll feel I belong to someone else.»
«Claude, dear!» Jaqueline says with a huge smile.
She takes him to the sculptor, leaving Sibylle alone.
“He is so handsome and so unreachable”, thinks Sibylle.
She sighs and goes to admire the works of art of other artists, exchanging ideas with their creators. She talks with several people who compliment her on the evening and on her painting. She is really glad to be able to express what she has inside again.
Around midnight the Gallery is at the peak of its vitality, with hundreds of people swarming the rooms and corridors, in a mixture of relaxation and excitement, laughter and seriousness. She likes that atmosphere so rich in creativity, she loves to see people who are really interested in art. She missed that feeling, for which all the most creative minds converge naturally.
Meanwhile, outside, Drakkar arrives with his black sport motorbike. He dismounts, removes his helmet and goes to the door holding a plastic bag with an elegant black suit wrapped inside. He shows the invitation at the door men and enters, heading straight into the bathroom to change his clothes.
A few minutes later, Guillaume, Sibylle's father, also arrives at the Gallery. The man enters the Gallery and immediately takes a crystal cup, smiling and looking around. He looks so fine dressed in an elegant silver suit. He drinks looking for his daughter but his smile fades as he sees Claude at the buffet. He clenches his jaw, leaves the cup on the tray of a waiter passing by and goes to him. When Claude notices the man beside him he flinches. He has always feared the ex father-in-law, for this reason he asked Sibylle to keep him out of her life.
«Guillaume?» says Claude shocked.
«Claude.» says Guillaume scarily calm.
«So you and Sibylle are reconciled, I suppose.» asks Claude trying to hide his uneasiness.
«Yep, that's right. Now that the infected part has been cut off the body is healed.»
Claude flares his nostrils.
«I wouldn't be so arrogant if I were you, Guillaume, I would like to remind you that between you and me, your daughter chose me.»
«And she did the right thing, not because you are better than me, but because between her husband and her father it was the logical thing to do. I would have been amazed of the contrary. Of course, I would never put her in the condition to make such a painful choice; but I am a sane man who loves his daughter, not an insensitive asshole who enjoys on degrading those who he says he loves.»
Claude straightens his shoulders, angered by those words.
«Always remember that your daughter is mine, Guillaume! If I go to tell her that if she wants to be mine again she must lick my shoes here in front of everyone, she would do it!» he makes a wry smile. «And it would be a great satisfaction to have her back, even if she is a fucking frigid bi—»
The punch is so fast and devastating that Claude finds himself sitting on the floor with a tray of pastries overthrow on him. All the people around wince and then keep silent, watching with awe at them. Guillaume grabs him by the tie and hits him mercilessly again, making some ladies scream.
«I dare you to get close to my daughter ever again, you bastard! I've always restrained myself from crushing all your bones out of respect for Sisi, you son of a filthy bitch! But now that you're out of her life you are like a stray dog to me, a beast without a master, you are just a stinky animal that wanders in the trash! So be very, very careful on what you say and what you do!»
Claude runs a hand over his own mouth to wipe the blood.
«Are you threatening me for personal injury, Guillaume? Here, in front of dozens of witnesses?»
«No, I'm threatening you with death! Because if you'll disrespect my daughter ever again I'll kill you! And I swear to God that I'll do it!»
He lets him go, turns his back and walks away. Claude gets up with difficulty and goes to the bathroom followed by his secretary.
Guillaume walks among the people adjusting his jacket. After a few minutes he sees Sibylle: the girl is admiring a painting of a fairy dressed in a few colorful veils dancing in front of a giant demon. The man takes two glasses and walks to her.
«Sisi?»
She turns around and smiles warmly.
«Dad, you came!» she exclaims with shining eyes.
The man smiles and holds out the champagne.
«Forgive the delay, dear, but I had to finish a job with the jeep of a customer. Hey, isn't that my overall?» She giggles and he looks at her with eyes full of affection. «You are so beautiful, Sisi. You are the portrait of your mother.» He caresses her face and then bends over to kiss her on the forehead. «I'm proud of you and so would be your mother.»
Draws
her to him and hugs her tightly with one arm, kissing her hair. Sibylle closes her eyes, enjoying that warm embrace. It is so nice to be friends again, to be father and daughter as they've always been. Their relationship has always been unique. It is rare to find a father and his daughter in a strong relationship of profound complicity. That tender moment is interrupted by three old ladies dressed in colorful clothes: they are three wealthy art enthusiast widows. Sibylle apologizes to her father and guides the ladies to some incredible artworks in the Gallery, showing them the work of the most promising artists.
In the meantime in the men's bathroom, Claude beats strongly his fists on the central wash basin. The bathroom is a very large and refined room. The floor is shiny black and the wall tiles are a opalescent burgundy; the three basins are made of white veined marble and brass faucets, and the wall behind the sinks is a mirror wall. Claude makes a nervous nod to the secretary at his side, whom immediately opens the tap. He rinses his mouth and after a few minutes the blood stops dripping. He stands up straight, the secretary closes the tap and hands him the towel, which he takes with a jerk. He dries his lips with care then throws the towel on the floor and she promptly picks it up to put it back. Claude is looking in the mirror tightening the jaws when a man comes out of one of the side rooms: it's Drakkar.
He is now dressed in an elegant black suit that can barely contain his whole physique. His face is finally uncovered revealing his masculine traits. He has natural furrowed black eyebrows, two lips always pulled in a stern, short dark hair and the nose of a Greek god. Claude looks at him through the mirror.
«Oh, it's you.»
They know each other! Drakkar goes near him, leaning against the side of the wash basin and folding his arms.
«What happened?»
«Bof, just an asshole.»
«More asshole than you?» asks Drakkar raising an eyebrow.
«Yes, more than me, ok?!»
«It's hard to believe it.»
«Romain, I'm not in the mood.»
He snaps his fingers and his secretary hands him the towel.
«I had a little argument with my ex-father-in-law.»
Drakkar laughs heartily.
«Oww, poor thing. A big bad elder smashed your cute face?»
«You wouldn't laugh if you knew him! The man has iron muscles and two hands that are two vice clamps.»
Drakkar is admired in hearing about a man whom is still strong and in good shape at that age.
«What is he doing here?» asks Drakkar.
«He is here with his daughter, my ex-wife.»
«Oh, you must introduce me to her, maybe I can soothe her sadness for your absence.» he jokes.
If only he knew that that woman was Sibylle!
«Forget it, she isn't worth the trying. She is a bore in bed.»
«I don't rely on your judgment. Probably she has been repressed by you for some reasons.»
«I didn't repress anyone. I treated her as she deserved. She is a beautiful woman and also very sweet, I must admit it; but sexually she is crap. She couldn't satisfy all my needs, and a woman should always be available for her man, she must be always ready to please him. And by the way—», he bends over roughly his secretary on the marble wash basin and lifts her red dress revealing her naked rear, «suit yourself.»
Drakkar looks at the woman and lowers her dress, then grabs her by the arm and pulls her up.
«Who are you?» he asks, touching a tuft of her blond hair.
«She is my—» begins to say Claude.
«I asked her.» Drakkar interrupts him in between.
The man looks at her, waiting for an answer. She looks at Claude as if she were mutely asking the permission to speak. Drakkar takes her chin in his thumb and forefinger and turns her to him.
«Listen: I know this kind of relationship and I do respect your condition as slave–girl, but since I'm not into it you must talk to me out of the role, okay? So tell me, what's your name?»
«My name is Cherie.»
«Are you a member of the Club D, Cherie?»
The confused expression of her face shows that she doesn't know what he's talking about.
«She is really my secretary, and my personal slave–whore.» explains Claude.
Drakkar nods and smiles at her.
«Cherie, promise me you won't allow anyone to hurt you in any way, okay? Especially this bastard, because what for you is an erotic game he could see it differently. Remember, your leash should be in his hands only when you want, otherwise don't hesitate to get rid of it. Okay?»
She nods vigorously and Drakkar strokes her shoulder.
«Good.» Then, looking at Claude: «You don't deserve her, you know that?»
«No one has more of what he deserves.»
«That's not true. Many people have what they don't deserve, whether it is for bad or for good. But something happens when someone has something he doesn't deserve: he loses over time. Deserved things eventually grow stronger over time, the undeserved vanish.»
«Whatever. But in the meantime I enjoy what I got.»
«Yeah, you do that, enjoy them as much as you can because you don't know how long they'll last.»
«I own this bitch for a few months now, and I can tell you that the last few months with her have been the most intense of my life. Even more intense of the fucking years of marriage with my wife!»
Drakkar shakes his head.
«I think you're lying, first of all to yourself. You wouldn't stay with a woman who doesn't satisfy you for years. You probably just ran away at the first sign of a marital problem, without even try to understand if the problem were you. You're not very smart when it comes to love.»
Claude grabs the secretary by the hair and pushes her on her knees in front of him, unbuttoning his pants and penetrating her mouth with his member.
«Love? Look what I want, Romain! This is what I want! Ever since I joined the Club a new world opened before my eyes, and you have always been my point of reference. Why we are not friends like before, Romain?»
«Because you are an asshole.»
«We have different ways to live sex, but I'm sure one day you'll understand my point of view: all women are whores.» He moves Cherie from him and slaps her. «Isn't it true? Aren't you all whores?»
«Oh yes. Yes, Sir, we are.»
He pushes her back against him and Drakkar goes to the door in disgust.
«Romain, why you don't kick me out of the Club if you say I'm an asshole?»
Drakkar answers continuing to walk:
«Because you always follow the rules, and as long as you do you can stay. My personal feelings must have no influence on this.» He stops and opens the door, turning to look at him. «But if you'll ever make a tiny, stupid, wrong move—»
He doesn't finish the sentence, he doesn't need to. His voice, his eyes, his menacing look, all that is enough to intimidate Claude.
Drakkar heads to the central hall. All women of all ages notice him and follow him with their eyes, and all them seem enchanted by his masculinity. He seems to emanate pheromones. Probably is his natural self-confidence, his way to move, to walk, to look around, to observe, that makes him irresistible. He is so manly and possess a masculine energy that almost touch every woman whom is at his presence.
Finally he sees Sibylle.
“Oh! She is so cute and beautiful dressed in that mechanic overall!”, he thinks.
The girl is busy talking with three old ladies, and from her gesturing and the laughter of the women she is telling something extremely funny. Drakkar takes a crystal goblet of champagne and begins to sip without taking his eyes off her, enjoying the fact that she cannot recognize him.
«Romain?» calls a male voice behind him.
Drakkar turns around and makes a happy expression of surprise seeing his friend. They greet clasping their hands in a strong grip, crossing their thumbs and grabbing onto each other's base of the thumb with their fingers.
«Now that's a surprise!» says
Drakkar returning that incredibly strong grip with the same strength.
They let go their hands and touch their goblets toasting to the engines, as they always do.
«How is my other baby, Guillaume?»
Guillaume?! Sibylle's father! He knows him too!
Guillaume sips and then smiles.
«She is fine, I finished with her few hours ago. That jeep has a soul, believe me.»
Drakkar smiles.
«I know. It isn't just a piece of history, I feel like it really keeps the spirit of my grandfather in her.»
«Your grandfather has left you an incredible heritage. And that jeep is exactly like you: indestructible. How many times have I seen you wounded badly, yet you always healed in a short time.»
Drakkar widens his beautiful green–amber eyes.
«I'm a werewolf, Guillaume, I can regenerate myself.»
They both laugh.
«Anyway it's a surprise to find you here, Guillaume, I didn't know you were an art lover. This is the last place where I expected to meet you, as I'm sure that's the same for you about me. So why are you here?»
«My wife was an extraordinary artist: she was a painter, a writer, a sculptress. Even I painted something, but the one whom has the true gift is my daughter. I'm here with her.»
«Oh! So you talk to each other again? I'm glad to hear that. I remember when you told me about your bad fight.»
«Yes, she is divorcing from her husband and came to ask for my forgiveness. You cannot image how angry I was, Romain! But then, when I saw her— Her guilty expression, those sad eyes, that cute face, I saw my little girl, and she was back to me.»
«I'm so happy for you.»
«Thanks, mon copain. I want you to meet her tonight. Oh, there she is! Look, she is the one with the mechanic overall talking with those three ladies.»
Drakkar begins to cough violently, due to the wine went the wrong way.
«Romain, are you ok?» asks Guillaume, patting his back.
Drakkar bends forward, continuing to cough loudly. When he manages to controls himself he turns to look at his friend and Guillaume doesn't understand the meaning of that strange expression.
«What's wrong?» asks the mechanic.
«Nothing, sorry.» He stands up straight again, adjusting his tie. «So, you were saying? You reconciled with your daughter.»
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