How to Catch Butterflies

by Samantha Fontien

  Chapter 3

  ‘Never Tear Us Apart’

  George’s place was a town house just off from Belgrave Square that had been in his family for years and years. It was an immaculate white Stucco fronted period featured house. It was set over 5 floors - it was a grand property indeed.

  It had five bedrooms including the master suite; it offered a wealth of excellent entertaining space including an impressive reception room nicknamed 'the ball room' a double reception room/entertaining space, which featured three large period windows.

  Most of the rooms had great ceiling height and open fire places with double doors for all main rooms. There was an abundance of features throughout the house, such as original parquet flooring, elaborate cornicing.

  It had an attractive staircase leading from the basement to the upper levels of the house. The basement housed the large spectacular modern kitchen with an open plan living area attached, plus a laundry room, cloakroom and a wine vault.

  The first floor had a beautiful drawing room which had French double doors that led to a west facing private roof terrace. In addition there was a small study, four bathrooms, two of which were en suite, a small cloakroom, shower/steam room and a gym.

  Outside to the front of the property there were the ornamental gardens. To the rear of the property there was a pretty courtyard leading to a garage which housed his Aston Martin DB7.

  The property also had a spacious media room and two further small patio/roof gardens on upper levels leading off bedrooms. It was a truly magnificent house indeed. He loved staying here. It had all his family’s history and paintings of ancestors who had lived there, still hanging on the walls.

  George had remained in his bed in the master suite when Lucy had left him earlier to return to her apartment in West London. He had asked his chauffer John (who had been kept rather busy recently, as she refused to stay the night during the week) to drive her home.

  He lay there still listening to the music it was one of INXS’s albums. He loved music. He played quite a few instruments and was by all accounts a very talented musician. He hadn’t changed the selection that had been playing since she had left him only a half hour earlier. The song said it all about Lucy and how he felt about her. “Never tear us apart” came on. As the intro started, he could feel himself automatically getting hard. It was the first song they had made love to. ‘Love’ he thought ...’yes he did love her....’

  As the first verse erupted…

  “Don’t ask me....what you know is true...don’t have to tell you....I love your precious heart....I.....I was standing....you were there...two worlds colliding... and they could never tear us apart...”

  The bass drum kicked in to a thunderous climax, it brought him back to that night two months ago when he and Lucy had first made love....

  It had been an incredible evening. He had arranged to take her to ‘Bellini's Norma’, she had mentioned it whilst they were having one of their in-depth conversations regarding their musical tastes.

  In the last four months since seeing her he hadn’t had much luck in bedding Lucy. It wasn’t not for the want of trying; he tried as often as he could.

  “All good things are for those who wait …and I’m worth waiting for” she would say with her hands defiantly on her hips starring him down.

  “I’m not one of those girls, and I suggest if you want one of those girls, you’re definitely with the wrong woman “.

  To be quite honest he was rather happy with that as he knew he would have tired of her; if she had given into him sooner, and boy… he loved a challenge.

  When she opened her front door that night he was met with a Vision from the heavens. She wore beautiful floor length black satin & chiffon one shouldered gown with an elegant train and her Cashmiena. She looked like a 1940/50’s Screen Goddess he was quite taken back with her style and beauty. She took his breath away.

  *

  John drove them to the ‘Claridge’s’. He loved the enduring glamour of ‘Claridge’s’, it had been an old family favorite. John pulled the car up and Roman,’ Claridge’s’ door man, stepped into action, immediately opening their door with “Good evening Mr. De Vere” and then he turned to assist Lucy out of their vehicle with a “Good evening madam”. She took George’s arm and they passed through the revolving doors into the glamorous lobby of Claridge’s, with George adding

  “Now this is where you get wonderful service.”

  She stood there in awe, taking in the sheer Art Deco of the lobby. Her eyes ravished by the dimensions of the lobby. It's wasn’t exactly huge, but it looked a mile wide due to the clever arrangement of the black-and-white marble floor and the graceful sliding incline of the staircase, as they passed she saw the portrait of Marianne Coleridge that was still hanging within the hotel.

  In front of them was the Foyer, where visiting Patrons would enjoy their leisurely breakfasts. Lucy thought it was beautiful as she soaked in the cream-and-soft-green hues; they walked past the three dazzling Art Deco arches and the Ionic pillars.

  There hanging from the 18ft ceiling, Lucy’s eyes taking everything in, until she stopped below the Ornate Chihuly Chandelier, a Medusa's head of 800 interlocking frosted-glass snakes.

  “It’s mesmerizing….look at the way the light reflects” said Lucy spellbound looking up.

  “She sure is. Beautiful,” he said all the while gazing at Lucy.

  George guided them through the Foyer and past ‘The Reading Room’ restaurant. It is utterly distinctive with its four great red pillars. She likened them to the funnels of an old Ocean- Liner.

  Then George stopped and opened a door saying;

  “And I give you… ‘The Fumoir Cocktail Bar”…

  Tucked away behind a door adorned with its original 1930s Lalique panel, was ‘The Fumoir bar’ it was a marvel of Art Deco brushed steel and Lalique crystal. The walls dominated by William Klein portraits of Anouk Aimée and other French beauties in torn veils and mouthfuls of smoke.

  It was luxurious. She felt totally comfortable in this environment, with its marble horseshoe bar that was steeped in history.

  She looked around taking in the décor. It was a rich Aubergine with Leather Seating and low crystal casting warm lighting onto the walls and the hanging vintage photographs. The bar itself dated back to 1929, ‘the Fumoir bar’ as the name implies, this is where guests used to smoke – mostly Cuban cigars called Macanudos

  They each took a seat at the Horseshoe bar on one of the leather covered bar stools. The young cocktail waiter offered them a menu from the carefully selected unique cognacs, armagnacs, rums, tequilas and ports – cocktail’s inspired by the era there was such an extensive list. George had a dirty Martini while Lucy chose the ‘Claridge's’ Julep (champagne, calvados and raspberry preserve with fresh mint), both drinks were served in a Lalique glasses.

  It was utterly wonderful; she soaked up the ambiance of the room and slowly sipped her cocktail.

  “Are we staying here for the rest of the evening?” as she would have been more than happy to have done so.

  “The night is only young and there’s a lot more surprises to come,” George whispered in her ear having finished his own drink.

  When she had finished her drink they got up to leave.

  “Should I put these on your account Mr. De Vere?” The bartender asked discreetly.

  George nodded in response, taking her hand and leading her out the doors to his awaiting car. Once back in the vehicle she snuggled up to George, it was a short while before she spoke

  “Where are we actually going and do I really need my passport?”

  He answered only with a long soft kiss before telling her ‘yes and to be a little patient as they were nearly there’.

  Lucy was shocked when John drew up to Heathrow Airport. And in no time at all, she was sitting in one of George’s private planes.

  They flew to Nice airport. Once they landed, they disembarked the plane. George took her hand leading her to a chart
ered Helicopter that was waiting. Once they were on board, George told her their destination was Monaco as they were going to ‘The Opéra de Monte-Carlo.’ As’ Bellini’s Norma’ was playing that night.

  She was truly amazed at the trouble George had gone to, she had only mentioned it in passing and he must have gone to a lot of trouble to arrange all this.

  The helicopter flight only took fifteen minutes. It was her first time in both a private plane and a helicopter, she tried to play it cool as not to show her excitement but she clearly was.

  From the moment he had picked up at her apartment she had been unaware as to where they were actually going. He had only told her to bring her passport and to pack a weekend bag. When she had asked what she should wear and what to pack he had told her it was a black tie event. She was delighted she knew that at least, she had packed appropriately. He had also told her they would not be returning to London until the Sunday evening so she knew how much to take with her.

  When the helicopter had landed, they were met by another chauffer driven car. The small ground crew transferred their luggage from the copper to the boot of the Mercedes ‘S’ class that had been sent to collect them from the hotel.

  Once they were in the vehicle George explained that the car would drop them off at ‘The Opéra de Monte-Carlo.’ And then would transport their luggage to the hotel. When the car stopped Lucy was flabbergasted at the architecture of the beautiful ornate building before her.

  She stepped out of the car, noticing immediately the vehicles that were parked in the plaza. All types of top of the range vehicles. There were millions at least parked up outside this amazing building.

  But that was nothing, to the sheer elegance and opulence of the interior as George took her arm. Leading her through the most exquisite building she had ever seen or been in. The frescos were astonishing. As she walked on the marble floor, she hoped and prayed that she wouldn’t slip, due to it being so highly polished.

  They were shown to their box and they took their seats and readied themselves for the performance.

  Lucy felt like she was having a pretty woman moment. She laughed to herself. Rebecca and her loved that film and she would never believe her when she told her all about this, and she was captivated by the auditorium it was totally enthralling.

  She glanced at him through the acts; he was so incredibly handsome, and a real gentleman. For four long months she had not given in to her wanton needs. She had fought with herself every time she kissed him. After her first kiss from him, she made sure never to put herself in a position where she would be tempted to give in to the lustful needs and the thumping in her panties, which he would leave her with.

  She really liked George and not just because of this night, each time she left him it got more and more difficult to leave. But tonight and for this weekend they would be together.

  *

  George sat there watching her, she was truly captivating. Whilst she watched the opera from their box, he gazed at her, mesmerized; he was totally awestruck by her. He saw the other men in the auditorium; they too were all doing the same as he, each captivated by this beauty beside him.

  It gave him an immense satisfaction, knowing she was with him.

  He was still swooning over her when the encores suddenly erupted. Everyone rose to applaud, it was then she leaned over and whispered into his ear with her sultry tones that she was going to ‘suck his cock dry’ her hot breath brushing his neck and earlobe sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb to the tip. His body slightly trembled in shivers of ecstasy. It was another first for him.

  She then stepped back to watch his reaction with a gleeful smirk on her face at his trembling.

  ‘What a Minx she was he thought. As he watched her smile as she saw the bulge she had made in his tuxedos trousers.

  She was truly astonishing she would be the ‘bell of the ball’ anywhere she went; he had never met anyone like her.

  They walked to the hotel which was next door to the Opera house.

  As they walked through the opulent foyer they were met by the hotel manager who dutifully fussed over them.

  “Welcome back to the Café de Paris’ Mr. De Vere, your usual suite is ready for you”.

  He slammed his hand down on the antique solid brass desk bell as it pinged a bell boy arrived to escort them to his suite.

  He took Lucy’s hand and they followed the porter to the lift the chiffon train of her dress gliding gracefully behind her as she walked. The lift doors opened at the 7th floor, they then followed the porter and his mirror shined, squeaking shoes, down the opulent curved corridor.

  The porter who had the room key, stepped into a recess, and opened the double doors of suite 713 with both hands as he walked into the private hallway stopping to carefully switch on a few selected lights from the panel.

  The porter then opened another set of double doors in front of him and stepped into a magnificent living room with double bedrooms on each side of the suite. They each had their own private balconies giving them stunning sea views of the Mediterranean.

  The porter stepped back and let them enter the room. He then stepped back closing both sets of doors as he passed backwards through them. Leaving George and Lucy alone listening to the sound of his squeaking shoes disappear out of range, along the glorious curved corridor …

  *

  She could see her luggage in her room to the left of her, ‘even after a night like this he still had the other room for her and she was impressed. As when obviously booking this, George had not presumed that she would have slept with him and that made her like George a hell of a lot more.

  *

  George reached into his pocket and took out his IPod and settled it into the docking station on the desk in front of him and pressed play. ‘INXS’s - ‘Never tear us apart’ started to play filling the room.

  He was looking at Lucy, as stepped to the right of him, towards one of the armchairs while removing his Tuxedo jacket, folding it inside out, placing it neatly down on the arm.

  George turned and walked towards Lucy who was still standing near the doors, he started to undo his old style bow tie while walking to her popping the stud’s on his shirt exposing his sculpted chest as he advanced to her.

  The lighting in the room had really set the mood, it was gentle and soft. As he approached Lucy he slid his arm around her drawing her to him and they started to slowly sway with the music.

  Taking her face gently in his hands, drawing her closer to him, he pressed his lips slowly and gently on hers, whilst they still moved to the words of the song.

  The first verse finished and as the drums on the song thundered, they erupted. Their kissing intensified. Their mouths opening and devouring each other. Their tongues began to wander discovering each other, darting to and fro.

  Their breathing deepened as did their tongues. He grabbed her hand gently placing it over his trousers. She gently squeezed his throbbing bulge. He felt himself harden with every touch she made, as she massaged it firmly. Their tongues were still gliding, darting into each other’s mouths with urgency.

  George’s hands found the zip at the side of her dress and slowly, he pulled it down. The dress sliding from her silky body to the enormous soft gold and duck egg blue Persian rug exposing her bare perky breasts.

  In turn she undid his belt and unzipped his trousers and they too fell to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and quickly removed his socks whilst doing so he looked lustfully at Lucy. He stood up and gently embraced Lucy again her arms wrapped around his neck. He brought her mouth to his again.