Life, Liberty, Luxury - and Love? Part IV E-Book

Olivier Guigues

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Französisch

Seitenzahl: 1041

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

An enticing blonde with long straight hair, wearing black leather trousers, stilettos and a black cashmere pullover revealing fabulous boobs was waiting there. Jean got very nervous. She dropped her sunglasses, and stunning Leanna greeted the father of her son in the coldest possible way. Distant yet more ravishing than ever. He wanted to embrace her.

Leseprobe

Disclaimer and introduction

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Even though some of the names are real, in no way is there any connection between the reality and the following story. I would never have wished to hurt anybody with some of the statements, which I have had to adopt in order to fit with my scenarios. I am not disclosing any information I may have heard or received from persons appearing in these books.

Warning for children: there are some scenes out of a pure sexual fantasy world, sometimes debauchery, which could hurt some sensibilities. It is certainly not a book for children, maybe not even teenagers, what I would recommend.

Furthermore, the mother tongue of the writer being French, I do apologise for some mistakes or unusual phrasings which may come up, despite reading through again and again. Human proof-reading is expensive…

Last but not least, enjoy yourself reading this story, I let you choose which adjective you would like to link to the word story. Have fun!

Life - is too important to be taken seriously.

Oscar Wilde

Liberty - People have only as much liberty as they have the intelligence to want and the courage to take.

Emma Goldman

Luxury - is the ease of a t-shirt in a very expensive dress.

Karl Lagerfeld

Love - You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Dr Seuss

Special thanks to my lovely wife and daughter who had been very patient and gave me the motivation to publish my writings.

Many thanks to my brother-in-law who suggested to use Book On Demand.

Also many thanks to those of my friends and colleagues who have encouraged me to pursue with my project, but also given me the courage to publish this book.

It has been a tough road, and I thank you all for your moral support and ideas of how to publish this book.

Olivier A. Guigues,

May 2019

Check on my site http://www.lllandl.com for any news, events, updates.

Please send me an email to [email protected] for any remarks, questions or other queries.

Sommaire

89. Hospital, M/Y Nirvana, Beirut Boat 2014

90. Monaco F1 GP, Kathrin leaves

91. Chloe VEG, death of Anastasia

92. Bilderberg 2014

93. Loro Piana Costa Smeralda 2014

94. Montréal F1 GP, Milena, Leanna

95. Bryiana's life in Miami

96. The RDV Monaco, Los Cabos

97. British F1 GP, 5-6th July

98. 21 PG, neighbour Monica

99. BMW i8, German F1 GP, Natalia

100. Burial Stefania, Fashion Show

101. Hungarian F1 GP, Bryiana loses embryo

102. Kathrin introduces Joséphine

103. Bryiana plastic chir, Pebble Beach

104. Monaco apt, Belg F1 GP, Nassau

105. M/Y Okto & Gothic Night Monaco

106. Wedding & Honeymoon

107. IHEDN Paris

108. Sochi F1 GP

109. Back to civilian life, IVG Bryiana

110. Showboats FLDL, Austin GP, M WS

111. Monaco, Abu Dhabi F1 GP

112. New Delhi "wonders"

113. Caribbean cruise 1, Mirabella Gala

114. Le Siècle, Allianz Gala

115. Courchevel ski holiday

116. Caribbean cruise part II

117. Miss Hybrid disaster

118. Mirabella exclusion, WHO, Paris, Lilia

119. SF-15T testing, Carmen, Lilia

120. Happy St Valentine

121. Bryiana’s end

122. Virgin Gorda YCCS, Melbourne F1 GP

89. Hospital, M/Y Nirvana, Beirut Boat 2014

Jean woke up in hospital. He felt like coming back from the Moon. With a bandage around his left wrist, a terrible headache and he was under a respirator mask. His eyes were burning. Gosh, what had happened? He slowly remembered the last night with his wife.

- Where is my wife? He shouted.

- Calm down, Mr Privat-Vaillant.

- Where am I?

- You are at the Monaco Centre Hospitalier Princesse Grâce.

- Really? I don’t understand...

- Please, wait. Professor Claessens should be here any moment.

- Thank you.

He tried to look out of the window, but the shudders were down. The Professor entered the private room.

- Bonjour, monsieur Privat-Vaillant. How are you?

- Bonjour, Professor Claessens. Okay, thanks, just a headache.

- You are fortunate to be alive, I can tell you! Do you remember any of the recent events?

- I believe so. Wait, I was together with my wife at the Negresco, earlier this morning...

- After having sniffed cocaine, you’ve emptied an entire bottle of vodka. Then you or someone else tried to slit your wrist. Luckily, the vigilance of the butler saved your life. We managed to recover you before it was too late.

- Well, how is this possible? Have I tried to commit suicide?

- I believe this is what’s happened... I am sorry...

- Don’t be, professor. You’ve saved my life!

- I appreciate that you recognise it.

- And now?

- We’ll keep you here under watch for 24 hours. Your wife has given me some instructions.

- Really? She had anticipated and expected this to happen?

- It seems like it.

- And what does she want?

- Do you have a PA whose name is Annika?

- Yes, I do.

- And Stefania, a flight attendant and secretary?

- Absolutely.

- Annika will take care of the logistics. Stefania is waiting outside. She’ll stay with you, at your bedside.

- Preferably. I don’t feel like staying alone at the moment.

- Precisely the reason why she will be staying with you. I’ll see you tonight and tomorrow at 11:00. If your condition is stable, we’ll let you go home. But I would prefer to see you once a week.

- Thank you, professor. My wife is leaving me. It’s way too harsh. I love her to tears...

- I understand. The most important matter is that you are still alive. Beautiful words about your wife, but you should look after yourself. I won’t leave you out of sight!

- Thank you, professor.

He had hardly walked out of the room that a beautiful and sexy blonde walked in, wearing tight white trousers and a black shirt. Stefania! She was more beautiful and sexy than ever.

- May I sit down next to you, on the bed?

- Of course, my dear. How are you doing?

- It would be more to me asking you this question!

- I’m alright, thanks. But I feel like coming back a long way...

- You’ve touched the death. I am delighted to see you alive, even if you are at the intensive care station!

- Thank you, Stefania. Any news from Annika or my wife?

- No idea. But I believe that Annika will be visiting you. For your wife, I have no clue.

- Tough shit. Such it is. Which day are we on?

- Wednesday.

- Damned!

- Why?

- Tomorrow, I must be in Paris, attending the general assembly for Dassault Aviation!

- If I stay with you all the time, maybe the professor will release you.

- We must ask him, but it doesn’t seem like I can participate tomorrow.

Stefania went out to have a quick chat with the professor. Annika walked into the room.

- What the hell? Are you crazy?

- I had warned Kathrin how much I loved her, but I never realised how much I could be affected until I saw her gone with a little note on the cushion next to me at the Negresco.

- I see. Do you want me to get her back here?

- Stefania is willing to stay with me at all times. I don't know if Kathrin can make it back here.

- Well, it is important enough for her to come back.

- We'll see. Tomorrow, I must be in Paris for Dassault Aviation.

- I remembered. Let me check what we can do.

- If I have to lose her anyhow, maybe it is best if I don't see her too soon. It will hurt me more than anything else.

- You’ll have to cope with it. You will see her at Mirabella and Formula 1 races, maybe other events in the world of finance. You will have to be tough.

- Cold-minded Fins...

- I don't like the way you generalise. I care a lot for you.

- Excuse me, Annika. I am not a hundred per cent in shape.

- You are welcome. So, I leave it with Kathrin?

- You can inform her, but she doesn't need to come back if she can't make it.

- Let me work on it.

- Please make sure nobody else knows about this!

- I promise we will keep it low profile. She walked out of the room.

Jean fell deeply asleep. The best way to recover.

When he woke up, Kathrin was seating next to him, holding his hand.

- My darling, am I dreaming or are you really next to me?

- It’s really me, your wife who loves you!

- Hardly believable.

- What you did is the best proof of love any man has ever given to me. I shall never forget it!

- It’s beyond my control. You’ve made me vulnerable.

- This is true love, once we’ve grown too necessary to one another! I had wished to leave you without seeing you again too soon, but on this one, I am stunned.

- I have never ever done such a thing.

- I believe you. I have changed my plans to stay with you for the time being.

- Thank you, my love.

- That’s the least I can do. Officially, I am still your wife...

- True. What time is it?

- Noon, why? Are you hungry?

- Stefania was here this morning. She was supposed to check with professor Claessens if I could leave the hospital today...

- We’ve crossed each other when I walked in. I told her I would take care of you.

- Good. How did you manage to be back here so quickly? I thought you had left to Zürich?

- I have asked the pilots to turn around, and here I am.

- Unbelievable.

- Annika informed me right away.

- We can definitely count on her. An extraordinary and talented young woman.

- She is, indeed. You can leave the hospital at around 14:00, it is confirmed.

- Fabulous. And now that you are with me, I feel like running a Marathon.

- I appreciate, my darling, but that won’t be necessary.

- We must go to Paris, that is if you can accompany me?

- Let me cancel some meetings so I can stay with you until you feel better. It feels like I can only leave you once you are in the arms of Bryiana...

- Stop it. You are irreplaceable!

- Thank you. But you know as much as I do that our relationship is doomed to failure, at least for now.

- Indeed. But please, allow me some time, I beg you. I love you too much, it’s madness… I’m totally addicted to you!

Kathrin came closer to her husband, reaching for his hand. She got the sweetest smile on her face. Enticing, ravishing, fascinating.

- Jean, my darling, it’s beautiful. I appreciate that I drive you so crazy. Honestly, I would never have expected that you are so bound to me.

- I am, and it doesn’t facilitate things, believe me!

- I agree. We’ll find a solution, you’ll see. Trust me.

Professor Claessens knocked on the door and walked in.

- Bonjour, Madame.

- Bonjour, professeur.

- If you allow me, I can understand why your husband got mad. You are an exceptional woman.

- Thank you, professor. You’re saying, it is possible for my husband to come back home today?

- If he’s not alone, then yes, I believe it is feasible.

- He needs both a feminine presence and his work. Tomorrow, he’s attending the general assembly of Dassault Aviation.

- His secretary has told me. He can return home, but only if you stay with him for the next few days.

- I shall do so. Tough shit for my work.

- I am sorry, but this is the condition for him to return home so quickly and for our release.

- I understand, professor. Where do I sign?

- Here and here, please.

- There you go, professor. Whatever, thank you very much for having taken care of my husband.

Jean left his bed and got changed. Kathrin was terrific with him, helping him. Their driver picked them up and drove them back to the 21, Princesse Grâce.

Stéphane was surprised to see Kathrin returning, but he remained very professional. Kathrin heated up the sauna and took her husband in there. She knew he would quickly recover with sauna, a cigar, a good wine bottle and hot sex in the evening.

And so it happened, Jean could hardly wait to be back in bed with his wife, especially when he saw her naked in the sauna. He made love to her in an exceptional way, but again, after reaching a shared orgasm, he started crying, lying on her, his head between her beautiful breasts.

- My darling, I hardly understand you. You are in such an emotional state, yet, you’ve shagged around. Why that much emotion when you make love to me?

- Because I love you out of the deepest of myself. You are my second half. Damned! It hurts being that dependent on a woman...

- I am honoured. But you are a little crazy. Remember when I rescued you in Hanoï, you were damn close to dying...

- True.

- Slowly, I get to understand why you can’t be alone.

- I am weaker and more vulnerable than I may seem. Especially regarding women...

- I see. Anyhow, Bryiana is not yet divorced, and Mirabella hasn’t given me a deadline. Why don’t we stay as long as we can?

- Yes, I’d love that, my darling.

Rapidly, they fell asleep, both exhausted. It had been an arduous day full of unexpected happenings.

Next morning, waking up with an alarm clock, they skipped breakfast at home and took it inflight. A helicopter flew them to Nice for a departure at 08:00. Charlotte was on duty again and served a healthy light breakfast. Jean was back on good tracks, almost like if nothing had happened.

During the general assembly of Dassault Aviation, Kathrin went shopping in some of the best boutiques in Paris since the driver stayed with her. Luckily, Jean didn’t have to hold a speech. His mind wasn’t really there. Olivier Dassault didn’t insist when Jean wished to leave right after the meeting. He needed to see Kathrin asap.

At 15:00, their G650 took off from Le Bourget and flew them to Rotterdam. Kathrin had asked Annika to book an exceptional hotel, and she had found the Hotel des Indes, a Luxury Collection Hotel in The Hague. The Executive Room was more than enough. Kathrin was pleased to take her husband to the Spa, Prestige Beauty, where they enjoyed the sauna together, a lovely sports massage and another sauna, before heading to the bar Salon à Cigares. The perfect combination for Jean, who had completely recovered.

Kathrin allowed herself a few cigarettes and two glasses of Krug while Jean smoked an Epicure Especial cigar with a Mojito. Then, she took her husband to the restaurant DesInDes for dinner. Jean would have fancied a hot curry, but the French cuisine was very tasteful. Kathrin chose the hollandse langoustine and Jean went for the geconfijte wilde zeebaars. After dinner, Kathrin took her husband back to the Salon à Cigares for another quiet smoke. She also had a cigar, just a Davidoff Demi-Tasse. Back in their Executive Room, she jumped on him. They made love three times in a row. Jean was delighted and started feeling better.

Next morning, they had to be at 10:00 in Alblasserdam. They shared a generous breakfast at the same place as they had taken dinner the night before: the restaurant DesInDes. The drive to Oceanco would take just under an hour since they had to go through Rotterdam on the E19, then in Rotterdam Oost change to the E31 until exit Grote Beer, right on De Helling and the Marineweg into Oceanco. There was a helicopter landing site next to the yard, but the problem was the take-off in The Hague, somewhere nearby the hotel, which was impossible, unless using the heliport on the roof of the refractiecentrum Haaglanden, and it was not easy to obtain a clearance. So the car was the easiest way. And Rotterdam airport was so close to Alblasserdam as well, that only if they landed in Amsterdam, it would be worth coming by helicopter.

Oceanco had organised the VIP car, a black Porsche Cayenne Turbo S, which was waiting in front of the Des Indes. The concierge loaded their belongings into the trunk, Jean tipped him 100 € and off they went. The ride in the Cayenne was very comfortable, and both Kathrin and Jean thought about getting one either for Monaco or Newport.

The arrival at the gate of Oceanco was discreet, as Jean had wished, but inside the building, almost the entire Netherlands team welcomed them.

First, Marcel held a quick welcome word. Then, Jean delivered a short speech to thank everybody for their excellent work and professionalism. He dropped 2000 € in the petty cash box at the canteen. Marcel Onkenhout, Dirk de Jong, the Designs Project and R&D manager, and nicely enough, Marta de Witt, the Senior VP and Sales Manager had flown in the night before. But Marta and Marcel were also flying to Beirut for the Boat Show 2014, Jean had asked Annika to organise a NetJets Falcon 2000 for them.

Kathrin and Jean were lead on board. It wasn't really a big surprise for Jean who knew the yacht quite well, but of course, the inside refit was the revelation. And indeed, Marcel had managed to impress them.

The first stupefaction was the crew: almost the entire team had changed to come work on M/Y Nirvana! Fantastic loyalty. Jean really appreciated being with them on his new megayacht.

The vivarium had been replaced with a giant salt-water aquarium, all the ostentatious, gaudy and flashy decoration had been removed, especially in the staircase. The new colours used were in the soft tone, with a well-balanced combination of white, beige, brown, grey and black.

The room which Jean liked the most was his office, of course. It had been converted from an entertainment- and play-room into a proper office with a fantastic view on both sides. Peculiar were the side platforms extending into small balconies on each side were ideal for smoking a cigar.

Looking at the helipad, it was evident that this megayacht was about 20 metres longer than M/Y Seanna.

After the visit, the test run was omitted, for obvious reasons since Jean could trust his own company principals, and again, he knew the yacht. After signing all the legal papers, and sadly enough, Annika had made sure that Kathrin's name wasn't mentioned, they cheered with the management team opening a bottle of Krug. After half-an-hour of small talk and a quick visit by the design office, a helicopter flew them to Rotterdam. Jean was a bit surprised that the Cayenne wasn't used:

- Thank you, Marcel, but really, we could have gone by car. That Cayenne was wonderful.

- I understand, but the vehicle must remain here.

- Really? Not even a quick jump to Rotterdam airport?

- It is going onboard M/Y Nirvana. The company offers it to Kathrin and you.

- That is kind! We were discussing the possibility of getting one during the drive to Alblasserdam. Thank you, Marcel.

- You are most welcome, Jean. This is the least we could do.

- As long as we can afford it. But thanks a lot. We will see you in Monte Carlo?

- Oh yes, we have a lot coming up, as you know.

- Warm regards to Karen. We hope to see her in Monaco.

- She will be there. Her parents are taking care of the kids.

- Great stuff.

- So we will deliver her in Olbia, as we have discussed it?

- Yes, please. With the Cannes Film Festival and the F1 GP, there is too much going on around Nice. And so they have more time as well.

- Ok, I will liaise with Mike.

- Thanks, Marcel. We'll see you soon.

- Take care and have a safe trip.

Charlotte pleased them with a luxurious tray of sushi, green tea and a bottle of Junmai Daiginjo Kan Nihonkai, Mizusumi No Sato "Sea of Japan Rim", a medium-dry and well-balanced Sake. After the meal, a little siesta was welcome. The flight lasted just under four hours, and after arriving at the VIP terminal, Mona was there to welcome them and take care of the arrival immigration process. Jean kissed her when he saw her.

- Salaam Alaikum, Mona!

- Hello, Jean. It’s been quite a while since your last visit to Beirut. Be most welcome. My respect, Madame.

- Hello, Mona. Thank you. Kathrin behaved standoffish towards this good-looking Lebanese beauty. She was a dangerous animal...

- Your VIP-car is waiting outside; it is a black Range Rover provided by the Four Seasons Hotel. Annika confirmed the booking last week, just in due time.

- She’s always doing a great job, we can rely on her. But thanks, Mona.

- See you soon. All the best and enjoy yourselves in Beirut!

- Thanks, Mona. We will see you soon. Take care.

Once they were in the car, Kathrin couldn't resist:

- Is her name on your hunting board as well?

- No. She’s Asseily’s daughter.

- I know him. A comfortable fortune, and such a charming daughter?

- Many robber barons hang around her...

- I believe you without a doubt.

The drive took just about 30 minutes. The weather was agreeable at 26°C and a relative humidity of 69%. Their booking was a Four Seasons Deluxe Sea-View Suite. It wasn't the quietest spot, but the view was fabulous, and they could just walk to the show. Annika had proposed the other hotels like Le Vendôme Beirut, the Phoenicia Hotel, Le Gray Beirut, the Hotel Albergo but the rooms were slightly overloaded with decoration, yet both Kathrin and Jean had preferred the Four Seasons. And indeed, their Suite offered a fantastic view over the marina, flooded with lights showing all the beautiful yachts. Kathrin was keen on the new Sunseeker, Jean on the new Riva. It was also an excellent opportunity to meet with rich and famous people. Jean could always use his relationships to help Marcel achieving new orders. The projects of Oceanco were promising, but not all of them were sold yet.

That first evening, they stayed at the Four Seasons and enjoyed a hearty meal at The Grill Room restaurant. Since the relationship with Kathrin was approaching its end, they rushed back into their Deluxe Sea-View Suite to make love as many times as possible. Digesting was hindering their performance, and they had to give up after the first round, being out of breath. Well, both could tell they were not thirty years young anymore.

Saturday morning, they had put an alarm clock to enjoy every minute of the day they could share in Beirut. After a lovely breakfast at The Boulevard restaurant, they headed for the Beirut Boat Show, of course with their VIP-passes. A great way of bypassing the crowds at the entrance. Their program for the day consisted of Sunseeker, Riva and Ulysse & Nardin. All the rest was for having fun, basically. Jean had a hard time with all the good-looking oriental girls at the show, hosting all kind of stuff. Some of the female visitors were nice as well, but most women were smoking like chimneys.

Annika had organised a visit on the Sunseeker 45m for Kathrin; with a rendezvous at 10:30 and in the afternoon, the Riva meeting was set for 14:30. Perfect timing to avoid any stress and rushing. After the visit on the Sunseeker 45m, Kathrin didn't hesitate:

- Darling, would you mind offering her to me?

- No problem, you’ve got her.

- Fabulous! Thank you so much, darling. You know, I must admit that I got instructions from Shuang.

- Of what kind?

- A definite recommendation that I shouldn’t abuse your finances.

- The better, and anyhow, this is for our future.

- I’ll believe it the day we will be reunited.

- Why should you say that?

- Because I am convinced that you will love Bryiana.

- What makes you think that way?

- She’s subliminal, she’s got time to be your wife, and to give you a child. She comes from a wealthy family. Me, I am just a career woman...

- Maybe, but you’re my heart’s sincere desire!

- We shall talk about it in one year’s time.

- I hate it when you are cynical...

- Cynical? No, let’s just face it. You will see!

- Ok, but let’s quit this discussion leading nowhere.

- Right. Let’s have a bite, I am starving. I won’t sign anything here anyhow; I expect a VIP-treatment from you.

- I won’t sign anything either. And not for a 45-metre yacht.

- Thanks for your understanding.

They took a light lunch at the marina restaurant, with an octopus salad for both and sharing a 2008 Chablis "Les Lys", Maison Long-Dupaquit.

Before visiting the latest Riva 88' Florida, Jean wished to go to the Ulysse & Nardin stand. And the pleasant surprise was to see Rafshi again, dressed in tight white trousers and a white jacket. She was absolutely stunning, and even Kathrin admitted it afterwards. While she was looking at a watch, Rafshi came over to Jean:

- You didn’t call... Too bad...

- Lack of time with too many items to take care of.

- Obviously. Will you attend the Monaco Grand Prix?

- Of course! And you?

- We shall be there, as usual. Come to meet me at our stand.

- With pleasure.

Kathrin just came back, chuckling:

- So, already working on another casual love affair?

- Why not? You are leaving me, and I will be alone.

- No, I have already organised an escort-girl.

- Really? What’s the story?

- I prefer to see you in good hands. Just avoiding another entanglement!

- Yes, I can’t be alone since I have found you again!

- I am very aware. Therefore, I opted to eliminate any danger.

- And more specifically?

- Her name is Chloe. You will see, she’s a naughty bombshell.

- One will have to wake up early to replace you!

- Wait and see. She’s definitely a bombshell.

- Really weird! But I thank you for caring about me.

- Welcome. I want to save and preserve you for later in our lives.

- Obviously.

- You know as much as I do that we will get back together one day...

- Yes, and I hope so.

- Me too.

They visited the latest Riva design, the 88' Florida. What a beauty! Jean fell in love with it. The grey colour of the hull was fantastic, and it gave the yacht a single touch of elegance. The other project with the 122' Mythos was being built and only on computer renderings. After that visit, both had enough of walking around and went back to the Four Seasons for a visit to The Spa, with a good session of gym followed by two saunas. It felt great to share the same needs. Before dinner, they headed for The Bar, where they could smoke a nice cigar and enjoy a good bottle of a heavy Merlot from Napa Valley, more precisely Oakville, a 2008 Paradigm Winery Merlot.

Sunday the 18th, in the morning before the flight back home, they had a quiet breakfast and then went for a walk to meet with some friends and business partners. They had lunch with Jonathan Beckett, the CEO of Burgess. He seemed happier than the previous year with the perspectives being more optimistic, besides the growth in the emerging markets, the renewed demand for the existing market seemed to improve. Kathrin was working closely with him, since UBS was the second financial institution for Burgess, behind Bank of America! Jean smiled when thinking of Mirabella. The world was so small indeed...

They departed Beirut around 18:00 and started the flight with Mezzeh of the Kings and mint tea. Later, during the trip back to the Quonset Airport, Charlotte asked to have a quick chat with Kathrin and Jean. She was sorry to inform them that she wished to resign, despite the perfect working conditions and an excellent remuneration package. Her husband wasn't pleased with all her trips, and he had wanted to be hired to fly the G650. Obviously, for CRM purposes, this wasn't the best solution, and Annika had advised them against it. Both Kathrin and Jean were perfectly happy with what she had done. It shouldn't be a problem to recruit another cabin crew with such unique working conditions. Still, Jean gave her an envelope with a final tip of 10’000 US$. That was it, Charlotte was gone. There is always a good reason for such changes, even unexpected.

Annika was in Newport and welcomed them home. Jean informed her about Charlotte’s decision. Therefore, Stefania had to travel to Newport for the return unless they found a replacement for Charlotte within the week for the flight to Nice on the 23rd of May.

During the following week, Jean tried his level best to prepare himself to be without Kathrin. It was a tough call, and the more he thought about it, the less he would let go. It was like the other women were not fascinating him anymore. Weird. Was this true love?

Monday, he went downtown New York. He enjoyed himself with a great session at the Athletic & Swim Club with one hour of muscular training, followed by TI-swimming for 45 minutes, 3 times into the sauna with a sports massage in-between. He felt rejuvenated. He called his wife to let her know, he was in town. She was happy to stay in Manhattan and relax.

The first three nights, they didn't go out for dinner; this was reserved for Thursday the 22nd. Jean had examined all of his assets. When Kathrin came back home, sharing a refreshing drink together, he asked her if she could continue doing the fortune management, or if someone else would have to take over:

- I believe, it is better if someone else does it. Emotionally, it will be tough for us to meet on a regular basis.

- Yes, I think the same way. I am spending this week working on leading my life without you.

- What do we do with Newport?

- I thought you had wished to have it rented using Inspirato?

- Yes, indeed. It would be tough going back there without seeing you.

Jean started crying, again. It was too much for him. Kathrin came over, taking him into her arms.

- Hardly believable, but it makes me happy to see how much you love me. It’s the same for me. But darling, we must master this challenge. Just wait until you really fall in love with Bryiana. You will see how quickly time passes by.

- Maybe. But you are the very best of all. I can only figure out the rest of my life with you.

- Likewise, darling. We will both get married, but I hope this is just a transition…

- Nobody can foresee the future. If we are meant to spend the rest of our lives together, then we will find each other again.

- You are absolutely right. Come on, let’s go to bed.

And so they wonderfully made love, with an intense mixture of sexual phantasies and love.

Tuesday morning, Jean got a call from Newport. The kit for the Morgan 8+8 had arrived. He flew back there and started preparing the various parts for the assembly. This would be a lot of fun, but also time-consuming. Now what? He would be more often in Monte Carlo. He felt really miserable, and despite all the luxury and the money he had, he was lost in space. People with an average life would never understand it unless they knew how much he loved his wife. To change his mind, he started working on the car and enjoyed every minute. He felt normal again and called Kathrin:

- My love, the Morgan has arrived, and I’ve started building the kit.

- Fantastic. Are you coming back to New York tonight?

- It depends on you and your planning for tomorrow. Are you submerged with work?

- I can come over to Newport if that’s what you wish.

- Then with pleasure.

- Ok, I’ll take a helicopter and will be there around 7:30 PM. Please, ask Tina to prepare a juicy steak with a hot Texan BBQ-sauce!

- Consider it done.

Jean continued working on his Morgan until Kathrin arrived. The meal was mouthwatering, and both enjoyed the hot Texan sauce prepared by Tina.

After the meal, they asked the staff to gather so they could give them a briefing about the future. Kathrin did it:

- Dear all, it has been a short time together in Newport. You all have been great so far. We need to advise you that my husband and I will need to split up for a few years. Whatever rumours you may see in the press, this is against our will, and we love each other more than ever. You will keep your jobs in Newport; the residence will be available to the Inspirato chain so you will be seeing guests. My husband will come here with his new partner, so will I. To make it easier for you, we will try, not to be here at the same time, of course. But we thank you so much for your great work, and please keep on like this. We wouldn't want to see anyone of you leaving us.

- Thank you, dear Kathrin and Jean. We have really appreciated working for you during this short period. You can count on us, also when renting this place, we will take utmost care of it.

Pete was the one to speak for the entire group who applauded after this short exchange. They all kissed each other. It was an extraordinary moment, beautiful, but sad at the same time.

Jean continued working on his Morgan the whole Wednesday, Kathrin joined him in the evening for their last shared meal in Newport. It was another tasty feast prepared by Tina and served by Suzie. Tina had cooked lobster with a lemon sauce and tagliatelle with an oyster sauce. A wonderful meal.

That night was the last time they made love at their Seafair residence, and again, Jean was crying like a baby afterwards, it was too harsh for him.

- I would never have expected to suffer to that extend for a woman, it’s unbelievable… Excuse my tears…

- Just let go, my love. I do appreciate to see you like this. This is the most beautiful and genuine proof of love you can show me.

- Never will I be able to replace you, even if I have fun with some women in the future times.

- Above all, have lots of fun before you get married to Bryiana! Don’t feel sorry for me.

- Easier said than done...

- I know. Come on, let’s go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a terrible day for me.

- Good night, my darling.

- Good night, my love.

The next morning, they took their last habitual breakfast in Newport and then flew to Manhattan with the usual helicopter. Kathrin went straight to UBS on 6th Avenue while Jean went back to the Athletic & Swim Club. He did another heavy session of workout, sauna and massage before meeting Kathrin at the Club Macanudo. It felt unreal that this was their last shared evening in New York, but both had to get on with life, and do as per the instructions of Mirabella if they didn't want to lose it all.

Returning from an exhausting working day, Kathrin first went back home to the Trump Tower and took a shower before joining her husband at the Club Macanudo. She dressed up in tight black jeans and a white long-sleeve RL polo shirt. As usual, she was divine. Jean with Armani jeans, a Façonnable shirt and a dark blue blazer, they made for a glamorous couple. Jean nearly hated Mirabella, Pamela, Shuang and the whole setup when he saw her. She really was the woman of his dreams, perfectly tailored for him. Why couldn't Mirabella let them together? It wasn't fair! Even if Kathrin was nymphomaniac, Jean loved her nearly to an unhealthy extent.

After sharing a nice 2009 Duckhorn Vineyards Carneros Napa Valley Merlot and both smoking a Davidoff Club House Toro Masters Edition, their VIP driver came with a black Range Rover Autobiography Dynamic, a brand new model with beautiful Ebony Tan interior. The previous HSD had just been replaced by the company.

So famous by then that whenever going to the Capital Grille, it felt like at home. Annika had booked their preferred room, the Shirley room, but once there, both preferred eating in the main dining room. After another delicious meal with fabulous wines, the driver brought them to the Teterboro airport. The later, the better, avoiding all evening traffic. Take-off and sleep during the flight through the night. That was the idea.

90. Monaco F1 GP, Kathrin leaves

The departure happened on time, and gosh, they were so happy to avoid the queuing at JFK or EWR... They got driven straight to their aircraft. That made for their last joint trip on their G650. Stefania welcomed them on board. After departure, they went straight to sleep for a short night, even skipping breakfast before arrival.

Friday, the 23rd of May, it was tight with all the slots and restrictions due to the busy period for Nice, Cannes and Hyères-Toulon. With the Cannes Film Festival and the Monaco F1 GP, Nice airport had reached its maximum capacity. No parking slot was available anymore, and so, they had to land at Hyères-Toulon. Jean was happy to use the Signature facility which was more convenient than the jet-set-flooded Nice FBO. By luck, they managed to land just before the airport got closed down due to a tyre explosion on an Air France Airbus 320 just after its landing. Luckily, nothing happened to neither the crew nor the passengers.

Their helicopter transferred them to the helipad of the Monte Carlo Bay Hotel & Resort. They noticed M/Y Nirvana docked on the furthest northern position of the Quai Rainier 1er! Jean could hardly believe what a fantastic spot this was. A driver was waiting for them to bring them back home at 21, Princesse Grâce. Breakfast or rather a kind of brunch had been prepared by Caroline and Eric.

Checking his mail, Jean found an envelope from the Yacht Club of Monaco with a letter HRH Prince Albert II:

My dear Jean, it is with great pleasure that I can announce to you, the YCM has approved a new slot for your yacht M/Y Nirvana. I'd thought, the Pier Rainier 1st would be most convenient. If not, please contact me. Charlene and I are looking forward to meeting you again. With our warm regards.

That was it, what a great achievement, but if only Prince Albert knew about the divorce coming up. Anyhow, Kathrin asked Annika to organise a special present for them, with a large bouquet of flowers and a bottle of Château Pétrus 1990.

On the day of the training, Friday 23rd, Kathrin didn't feel like going to the race track. Jean followed her wishes.

After breakfast, Jean dropped by the Oceanco office since Kathrin had to deal with some issues with UBS.

The traffic in town was mad, and so, he took his Ducati Desmosedici RR. The meeting with Marcel didn’t last long; everything was on perfect tracks, and they would gather during the Grand Prix anyhow.

Coming out of the Oceanco office, he took the elevator down. A ravishing woman with wavy auburn hair and blue eyes joined him. She pressed the button for the top floor.

- Good morning.

- Good morning. You’ll be going forth and back now…

- I don’t mind since I am in good company…

She said that with the most charming and enticing smile possible. She was a tall and slim woman, wearing a dark blue business suit with trousers, a white silk blouse and stilettos. Nearly as tall as Jean, and in her late 30’s. The mutual sexual attraction rose. The elevator stopped at the garage level.

- How about another trip up and down?

- Well, is this satisfying practice?

She had already pushed the button to close the doors. Up they went. She came standing closer to him, sharing her mesmerising perfume. The elevator stopped at the top floor, but she remained inside and came down with him one more time.

- You see, I am in good company.

- Me as well. I love your perfume, your eyes…

- Now you’re playing with fire, honey!

His dick was rock hard in his trousers, and she knew. They reached the garage level again. Thank goodness. He could have shagged her in the elevator.

- Goodbye, charming stranger. I somehow have the impression that we will meet again.

- Goodbye…?

- My good friends call me Lucia.

- I’m Jean. Have a great day.

- You too, honey. Thanks for sharing the ride.

Jean was such a fool… The repeated ride up and down had permitted her to jam his smartphone using an ultra-sophisticated algorithm. She knew who he was.

Just a little later, Jean got a phone call from Nadège, asking him if he could drop by at St Jean Cap Ferrat. Without hesitation, he went there by motorbike. Entering his residence, he found Nadège, together with Lucia whom he had seen in the elevator of the Oceanco office.

- Hello, ladies.

- Hello, Jean. This is Lucia, and I believe you’ve already met.

- Yes, we have. In an unusual manner…

- Let’s have a drink outside, it is so pleasant!

Nadège had prepared a bucket of ice and a bottle of Dom Pérignon Brut Millésime. After cheering up, Lucia came to the point:

- Jean, this house is fabulous.

- Thank you, Lucia. Do you have anything in mind?

- I am the President of the Female Gothic Club of Monaco.

- Didn’t know that such a kind of club existed…

- Nadège is my protégée. You're generous and gentle with her. I do appreciate.

- I do it with pleasure. She deserves it.

- She does. I’d like to ask you something…

- Go ahead.

- Could we organise a Gothic Fashion show at your house?

- Assuredly, if I can attend the show.

- Well, that’s fabulous. Thank you so much, Jean!

- Most welcome, Lucia. Cheers, then.

They smoked a few cigarettes and Jean a Montecristo Open Eagle. Jean had a little fantasy in his mind: going on a motorbike tour with the two of them. Both slim and tall, sexy in leathers on a bike…

Jean got a call from Kathrin. She was done with work for the day.

- Darling, where are you?

- At the villa Les Oliviers.

- By car or motorbike?

- The second.

- Traffic is crazy. Come to our yacht, and we’ll walk to my office.

- Alright, my darling. See you in fifteen minutes.

Jean dropped his motorbike next to M/Y Nirvana and rushed inside the megayacht. Having no time for sex, they went for a pleasant walk in town, dressed as ordinary people but not behaving as tourists. Kathrin wore tight dark-blue jeans and a light sky-blue long-sleeved pull-over. She was stunning and absolutely ravishing.

- Damned, you are as sexy as ravishing, and I just can’t resist you…

- It’s still for you, my darling.

- Thank you, but how do you want me to mourn?

- It’s tough for me as well.

He took her in his arms. The feel of her beautiful and 34D boobs gave him an instant erection; he could hardly put up with it.

- If I didn’t have to attend my reunion now, I would just rape you here and now...

- Please, stop this.

- Later, I’ll catch up. Watch out for your butt!

- Yes, anything you wish.

Jean left Kathrin at the UBS building where she had a meeting. Jean used that time to return to his office, 7 rue du Gabian. When he entered the Gildo Pastor building, an attractive brunette wearing a sleek dark-blue dress revealing a slim body with beautiful legs, wearing high-heeled stilettos seemed a bit lost. Jean couldn't resist the temptation:

- Miss, may I help you?

- Bonjour, she said with an English accent. “I am looking for Oceanco...

- This way, I am going there as well.

They shared the elevator. The brunette was an attractive and sexy young woman. She smiled at him.

- Do you work here?

- Sort of. And what brings you to Oceanco, if I may ask you?

- I am the PA of a wealthy person, and I have been asked to gather some information on the latest projects.

- Great. This way, please.

- Thank you. And what brings you here?

- Let’s say I like yachts.

- Are you an owner as well?

- Indeed, I am.

- Lucky you. Can I ask you something?

- You can always ask. I may not answer... He smiled at her in his most charming way.

- The person I am working for leaves in Doha. I am a bit fed up with the lifestyle there, and I am looking for job possibilities that would permit a return to Europe.

- Let me see.

They entered the office, the receptionist greeted him with her usual sexy smile. Robert Tan, the Sales Manager, had arrived from Alblasserdam, and he stood at the entrance.

- Jean! Hello, how are you doing today?

- All fine, thanks, Robert. And you? Was your trip all right?

- Thank you so much for the Falcon 2000.

- You are welcome. I like to treat you well, you folks do a great job.

- Thank you. Do you know the young woman who entered with you?

- No, we've just met downstairs.

- Jean, may I introduce you to Daniela Carrington. She's the PA for his highness Sheik Tamim Bin Hamad al-Thani.

- Nice to meet you, Daniela. I am Jean.

- Pleased to meet you, Jean.

- Do you have an appointment for now?

- Yes, with Robert.

- Then I won't keep you up. Nice to meet you, Daniela.

- My pleasure.

- By-the-way, ask the receptionist to give you the contacts for Annika. She's dealing with our logistics.

- Thank you, Jean, I really appreciate.

Marcel Onkenhout wasn't around since he would arrive only the Sunday morning. Jean greeted the team; he was happy to see Susanna who seemed doing very well. He had a quick espresso with her. She would get married in September! She asked Jean if she could count on her job, in case she got pregnant. Jean reassured her but asked her to see with Karen for the maternity leave. She was welcome to work at home as well, and Jean proposed half-a-year of maternity leave. Susanna was delighted and kissed him, thanking him for his understanding:

- You really treat me well, dear Jean.

- That’s the least I could do. You are very talented, and I want to make sure we keep our best elements.

- Thank you, I really appreciate.

- You are welcome, Susanna.

He left her back to her work.

The sexy receptionist was dressed in tight white clothes. And as always, she was smoking hot. If Jean had been an ordinary guy with a good position, he would have tried to go out with her. She was a man-eater. And Jean could tell, she would be great for BDSM plays. He had to fight against a starting erection. It was time to leave the office anyhow.

He drove back to the UBS building, and Kathrin had a short delay of ten minutes. He waited in the car. Kathrin seemed very enthusiastic when she met her husband. He drove to the Hermitage for a light lunch at the Le Limùn restaurant.

- You seem delighted...

- If I avoid thinking about our divorce, then yes, I am.

- Good news?

- Yes, it looks like the presidency for UBS could be attributed to me!

- Fabulous, but I won’t be by your side to share this success.

- It’s a shame, indeed.

- I can always refute the divorce!

- By all means, don’t do anything like this. You know very well that Mirabella wouldn’t forgive you.

- As a matter of fact...

Jean handed over the car key to the Concierge, and they went to Le Limùn.

- And you, my darling, you seem radiant.

- Because of you, my love!

- Don’t take me for a fool! I know exactly when another woman rocks your world! Who is she?

- Nobody. I drank a coffee with Susanna who’s getting married in September.

Their seafood salads arrived, with a bottle of 2008 Chablis Premier Cru Vaillons, from the house Bernard Defaix. A welcomed interruption of their conversation.

- The better for her. But also?

- Annika stays with you?

- I’d love that.

- But?

- She wants to remain at our service, but only if we are together. She likes both of us so much that she can’t make up her mind for whom to work for.

- Follows?

- She’ll quit after our divorce.

- Shit!

- Yes, she was really outstanding.

- And you, what will you do?

- No need for a PA. I’ve got my executive secretary. But you?

- I have just met the PA of the Qatari Sheik at the Oceanco office. An English woman who misses Europe. Her name is Daniela Carrington.

- How is she?

- For an English woman, above standard and utterly charming.

- Of course, you never get an ugly dog...

- Some luck in my misfortune.

- Come on, marrying Bryiana is a heaven’s gift!

- Losing you is the punishment from hell.

- It may be. By the way, I have organised a little transition for you...

- More precisely?

- Monday morning, a ravishing young brunette will arrive from JFK on Delta’s 412 at 11:25 AM.

- And?

- I would recommend that you meet her at the airport. She’ll feel more at ease, and it will change your mind.

- Would you have a picture?

- I’ll show you her file at home. I am paying, for an entire week.

- And how do I deserve such treatment?

- I fear to leave you alone at the beginning. You’ll see, she’s young, fresh and beautiful.

- Too young isn’t best either.

- She’s a talented escort-girl, she knows how to deal with men of your age.

- We shall see...

- Tonight, do we sleep on Sea... I mean Nirvana?

- I’d love that. Do you wish this?

- Yes, please, do it for me.

- Let me call Stéphane and Karen.

M/Y Nirvana was always ready, especially now that Jean would spend more time around Monte Carlo. But they preferred to keep Stéphane on standby, in case the marina would be too noisy.

And so, after the lunch at Le Limùn, Kathrin wished to drop by the penthouse to grab Chloe’s file. Then they took the Aventador to Monaco’s Port Hercule, which wasn't the most straightforward task with the roads prepared for the GP and used for training that day. The docking position on the pier Rainier 1er was the best: the yacht’s stern was orientated towards the south-east, offering from the port side a breathtaking view of Monte Carlo.

What a feeling to spend their first night on M/Y Nirvana. But if only it had been for the future... Jean couldn't care less for the file of Chloe. He reached for his wife's hand and rushed to the master stateroom where he pulled off her pull-over and unleashed her bra. She stood there with her tight jeans and topless. She started playing with her hair.

- Come on, get naked!

- You are definitely way too enticing...

- I am sure you have fantasised about the hooker receptionist of Oceanco...

- She seems to be a vicious chick.

- I think so too. I’ll be right back...

Jean stood there naked like a worm, with his dick in full erection. Kathrin came back wearing black leather knee-high boots, a leather mini underwear and a leather bra. She had a whip in her hand.

- Are you ready, my darling?

- I am not so sure anymore...

- Not so sure anymore who?

- Mistress.

- That’s better. Get down on your knees in front of me!

Jean executed himself. She gave him a light kick in the testicles.

- Do I continue?

- Gently, I beg you...

- Right. Wank that dick in front of me!

Jean did so, and again, she kicked his balls. This time, it didn't hurt anymore, Jean had already reached a level of excitement that converted pain into further rage. She kicked his balls two more times, but the second kick was so violent that Jean fell over, nearly fainting...

- Shit! I am so sorry.

- I’m gonna be alright...

- We continue?

- As long as I haven’t emptied my balls, you’re nowhere safe.

- Come on, whip my back while I suck your cock!

- Right, on your knees in front of me! My turn now!

She started giving him a hell of a blowjob while he whipped her back and her ass. After he had jerked in her mouth, she took over again and ordered him to kneel down. He was to lick her cunt until she would reach a squirting orgasm, while she was whipping his back and butt. She came after ten minutes, splashing his face. Then they showered together before smoking a cigar on the aft mid-deck.

- I don’t think that Bryiana will be inclined to such games...

- Yes, most probably not.

- Did you like it?

- Of course, as usual. With you, I have no limits.

- As usual. It’s been some time since our last session.

- Indeed...

For dinner, they had wished fillet of beef with sautéed potatoes and a 1998 Château Palmer. After another cigar smoke, they thanked the crew and asked not to be disturbed unless there was an emergency. In their master stateroom, they made love another two times before sleeping. Jean had taken some of the extraordinary powder provided by Shuang. It felt ecstatic to make love, especially after the game of the afternoon. Jean fell asleep in her arms, with his head resting on her fabulous tits.

On the day of the qualifying, Saturday the 24th of May, they made love right after waking up and shared a light and healthy breakfast on the aft mid-deck.

Around 10:30, as expected, Kathrin got a call from her parents: they had just landed in Nice and were about to get into their EC 155B1 F-GCGT that Annika had organised. They were together with Joseph Ackermann and his wife, Pirrko Anelli.

After the helicopter landed, there was some tension in the air: Kathrin had told her parents that the divorce was imposed. Maria took Jean in her arms:

- My dear Jean, this is hardly believable... I am so sorry.

- Hello, Maria. Yes, it is unfortunate, but we should discuss this during this weekend if you don’t mind. How are you doing?

- Fine for us, except your news.

- Grüss dich, lieber Jean! Joseph was the second to greet him since Lukas was with his daughter.

After they had settled down in their suites, Kathrin wished to have a quick discussion with her parents before the qualifying would start. The side panels were let down because of the wind. Jean hated wind when smoking a cigar. He had asked Annika to liaise with Airkel, a company building individual smoking rooms with a revolutionary aspiration system. He wanted a cigar lounge on M/Y Nirvana and one at 21, Princesse Grâce. Kathrin presented the facts asking for the divorce, and she knew that Joseph had already informed Lukas and Maria.

The day of the qualifying couldn’t have been better: a beautiful blue sky and a lovely 21°C of outside air temperature. Around 1:30 PM, Kathrin's parents with her and Jean left M/Y Nirvana and went to the Mercedes VIP paddock lounge walking, while Joseph and Pirrko preferred to watch the race in Jean's office on the big screen. It was a lot easier and quicker walking than driving. Kathrin wore a white outfit with tight trousers and a jacket. Despite her being so attractive, Jean couldn't wait to see Bryiana...

The Mercedes team welcomed them, after all, both Allianz and UBS were major investors. Toto was pleased to see Lukas again, after quite some while. They drank a glass of Dom Pérignon and did some small talk. Jean was getting somehow nervous:

- Will you see her?

- Do you mean the car?

- Don’t be silly. You know what I am talking about...

- Yes, I intend to visit Kumar and Bryiana.

- Go ahead, please. You must start by forgetting me, at least for the time being.

- I’ll greet them, then I come back here. As far as I know, you are still my wife…

- Yes, indeed. But I would prefer to see you in good hands.

- Thank you, my darling.

- Come on, go over there!

Jean was looking forward to meeting Bryiana again; he really had to get over the case with Kathrin. When he got into the Force India Lounge, he wasn't disappointed: Bryiana wore tight jeans and a white RL polo shirt. Her beautiful boobs were nicely distinguishable, but in style. She was a sexy woman with class and good manners. Jean greeted her embracing her. She was stunning, and he knew, he could easily fall in love with her if she were with him often enough.

- Hello, my darling, how are you?

- I am sort of fine, thanks, and you, love?

- All good, the divorce is on good tracks, but I am suffering.

- Don’t worry, you will get over it, and I will help you with it.

- I appreciate. Where is Kumar?

- Greeting the team downstairs. Do you want to see him?

- Later or tomorrow. I wanted to see you, baby.

- That is really nice. I am glad you came over just by yourself. Come on, I want to hold you in my arms, but discreetly.

- I must be dreaming...

- No, you are not! My husband isn't around here, that's for sure.

She took his hand and guided him into a small room, closed the door, pushed him on a chair and sat on him, moving her hips on his dick. He got an immense erection.

- Please, my darling, stop it, my wife is next door.

- Just a little kissing and feeling of your body against mine. My divorce isn't as easy as yours. My husband isn't a member of Mirabella, don't forget it.

- Sorry to hear that, honey. I know it is tough. We will get through it, together.

She had an iPod and the ear set around her neck. When the song One Language by VARGO started playing, she introduced her ear sets into Jean's ears. She held him tight against herself and kissed him on the mouth. He could have raped her right there... When the song was over, he handed over the ear set back to her.

- We were saying, we will get through this together. Of course, we will. I just wanted to feel you. Your waves are excellent, I can tell. We will be fortunate together.

- That is what my wife tells me. She knows you are the partner I need.

- She’s a woman, with all intuition feelings we have. Trust her. I will make you very happy. Just kiss me again with passion.

Jean couldn't resist her, and so he did. She kept on moving on his dick in erection. He wanted to grab it out of his pants, but she put her hand on his, preventing him from opening the zipper of his trousers.

- Not now. You said, your wife is nearby. Wait until we are together, officially... You are so handsome, I just wanted to make sure you're not gay...

- Come on! But thanks for the compliment. I will see you during this GP, I hope?

- Of course! Bye, my love.

- Bye, baby.

Jean turned around and grabbed her, pulling her towards him, and he kissed her with passion, one more time. His erection was so firm and hurting that he wished, he could have made love to her right there...

Back at the Mercedes lounge, Kathrin could tell right away that he had held Bryiana in his arms:

- I can smell her perfume on you...

- Sorry, she’s absolutely ravishing...

- The better! That’s what you need! It breaks my heart, But I want you to fall deeply in love with her. That’s the only way for you to forget me a little.

- Maybe, if I can ever forget you!

- You must, my darling. We are not ready to share our lives right now, the odds are against us, you know it well.

- Indeed.

The qualifying happened a beautiful blue sky, still. The weather was to remain like this for the day, and the results for the start grid came as Rosberg first, Hamilton second, Alonso fifth, Raïkkönen sixth, Perez tenth, Hülkenberg eleventh, Vettel fourth.

Before they left the VIP Paddock Club, Jean wondered around, wishing to see either Bryiana or Rafshi by coincidence, and so it came with the latter walking across his path:

- Jean, hello again, finally we meet!

- Yes, indeed. Hello, Rafshi. How are you?