Klaus Lavon pumped the brakes of his car with a rage and speed he had never thought possible. He had been angry and confused before, but none of them could ever compare to the raging fire that was ignited and burned voraciously within him. He was confused and beyond outraged. Klaus had a lot of questions, and only Markus could answer the questions he had. He had tried to think of answers for himself, but his wisdom seemed to have forsaken him. He hoped, to hades, that Markus would have tangible answers that would help him. He could not bare the torture of thinking of her for one extra day, or he would lose his mind for good. On his arrival, Klaus stormed out of his car and banged his door shut. He walked briskly to the door step of his friend's mansion. The door men were already quite familiar with his presence, so they let him in with ease. Klaus nodded curtly as they bowed to greet him. He walked past the door with a frown on his face. The first place he walked towards was the
When they said "knowledge is pain, ignorance is a bliss” were in no doubt, speaking of the situation of Klaus.No. It did not matter that his story only happened years after the dating was birthed, he was convinced that it had been projected into the future to haunt him, and nothing could convince him otherwise. After he left the mansion of his best friend, his thoughts began to spiral. He could not stop thinking about what had been said, and the implication it had on him.He stormed into his house, and went to Arabella's room, the room of the woman who tormented his thoughts, but he did not find the refuge he had expected. So, he walked out in anger. He eluded her of his presence and found safety somewhere rather... unconventional; his mini bar. Klaus Lavon had never considered himself an alcoholic. Surely, the son of the devil had to be above all things, above all addictions. Yet, it seemed to be the only thing capable of healing his tormented heart. So, he picked up his bottle
After some more hours of tossing in her sleep and allowing her thoughts wander from one fact to another, avoiding truths and dodging her own self interest, Arabella finally found the much needed sleep she so desired.It did not matter that it came some hours past three in the morning, she still maintained her disciplined routine and was up from bed at seven in the morning. She washed the sleep off her eyes with running water from her faucet, and wiped her face dry with her face towel. When she was done, she dressed her bed and continued with the rest of her morning routine. Arabella had decided within herself, that she would do more work than she normally did. It was necessary for her to keep herself busy throughout the day. An idle mind is the devil's workshop, and she had done enough for his son already. She had her bath and got into her clothes for the day; a grey colored dress and a cobalt blue cashmere sweater on top. The seasons were beginning to change, and it was starting
Klaus Lavon stretched his arms and twisted his head to relax the muscles of his neck, he had been on his laptop for hours after his last encounter with Delilah, and it was necessary he did some work to blow off some steam. When he heard a knock on his office door, he rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh as he leaned into the chair behind him, giving his back the first form of comfort it had experienced in the last three hours. "Come in!" He called out. He had expected to see one of his guards, or Mrs George step into the room. However, he was taken aback by the sight of a frowning Arabella. Klaus sat up immediately, as though he was under some sort of spell initiated by her. Her presence caused him to jerk up and he leaned into his table immediately he saw her. "Is everything alright, Arabella? You do not, you do not look quite well." He started to speak. Arabella hissed and dropped her hands to her sides. "I was going to cook dinner, then I found out there are no more groceries. I
Klaus continued to stare at the empty chair Arabella had just vacated. He watched it with sad eyes as her words continued to echo in his ears. He knew she was right, he had lied to her, but she surely could not have expected him to say the truth, could she? It would have been absurd to do so! He wondered why she would not at least try to see everything else from his perspective. She was hurting him, a whole lot. He rose from his seat and pushed his plates away. She had helped him carry everything else besides the ceramic plate he had used to eat. He abandoned the plate in the dinning room and started to walk towards his living room, when he heard a knock on his door. Klaus narrowed his eyes on the iron door as he stood in the corridor. He was not expecting any visitor that night, but Delilah had been able to find her way to his house without an invitation earlier that day. Perhaps Markus was here to see how he was doing. His best friend was never one to arrive without informing
Once Arabella turned her back on the both of them, Klaus watched her disappear from their sight, before he closed his eyes and sighed with relief. As his father turned to look at him, Klaus feigned a cough and cleared his throat right after. He was lucky his father had not tried to initiate a conversation, there was no telling the gravity of danger Arabella would have been in. “Son…” “Alright, father. Let’s go up to my office.” The “where you would stay until I am ready to usher you out myself to avoid what just happened.” was inaudible, but Klaus knew that his father had heard it. He started to walk ahead of his father and he ushered him into his home office. Klaus made sure to lock the door behind his father. He did not trust the man one bit. His father flashed him a coy smile as he settled into the seat in front of him. He leaned into the chair and crossed his right leg over his left, he stroked his bearded chin slowly, and his eyes followed Klaus wherever he went. Klaus fina
Klaus turned on his right with his eyes still closed, filled with the pleasure of a good night sleep after intense love making. Yes, he had decided to begin to allow himself call his purely erotic sessions with Arabella by that name. After all, he was finally trying to admit to himself that she meant something more to him. It is was a gradual and slow process, but he was willing to give it a try.He sat up, leaning his back against his head board and heaved a sigh. He wiped the sleep off his face with his both hands – or so he thought – and allowed his eyes wander to the antique clock that rested above the door of his bathroom. One of his most priced possessions.He turned to his left to find her sleeping beside him. The duvet had failed to cover the upper part of her body, and her beautiful breasts were kept on display for his loving eyes. She sniffed in her sleep and her right nostril continued to twitch. When he saw the goosebumps on her skin, he knew it was because she was cold.K
Klaus smiled to himself as he watched her walk away. Her hips swayed as she walked, and Klaus Lavon could not help but admire the backside he had come to love so much. The joy in his heart could not be described. They were finally speaking again, and for the first time in days, she had smiled at him. He flipped the duvet off his body and turned to his side. He placed his feet on the ground and rose eagerly from the bed. The relaxed feeling in his heart was something he never thought he would experience again. The few days he had spent without Arabella were nothing short of torture. He was grateful to be back on good terms with her, and Klaus Lavon swore he would never do anything to ruin it again.He thought it best to get ready before she was. From his little knowledge on ladies, they often took more time to get ready, but not Arabella. She did not spend time in front of the mirror drawing brows, or adding layers of foundation to her face. Sharply he took a quick shower and slippe