Love, Emotions, Chaos E-Book

Silvia Kaufer

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 144

Beschreibung

This novel contains a lot for the heart as well as passionate, very erotic scenes. These are described in detail, but very pleasant. No vulgar expressions or repulsive words. The novel is stimulating for boundless fantasies. To the story: A successful lawyer repeatedly questions whether she and her husband have grown apart. One day she takes on a new case and meets the good-looking and very charming entrepreneur Markus. The encounter turns her life completely upside down. She knows that feelings have no business here and when he suddenly starts treating her tenderly her mind shuts off. The novel has an erotic-romantic happy ending.

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Love, Emotions, Chaos

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Love, Emotions, Chaos

Erotic love story

Chapter 1

Susanne Jansen stood at her office window looking out at the gray depressing sky. It was a rainy Monday, the last day of November. She looked from her small office on the top floor directly down on to the pedestrian zone. There were few people out and about in this weather, quite different from summer, where a hustle and bustle in the passage prevailed. Several small bars and cafes set tables and chairs in front of their establishments in this car-free zone and people sat outside watching the foot traffic. People usually met during lunch and after work for a drink, but during this time of the year the passageway was almost a ghost town. Only a few pedestrians rushed down the street under the cover of their umbrellas. She directed her view to the dark roofs glistening from the rain. The newly restored church steeple stuck out particularly proud among all the roofs. The church clock struck the hour and Susanne savored the melody that could be heard every three hours.

It was a dreary month and Susanne didn’t care for it at all. To make matters worse, she felt the onset of a cold and would love to call it a day and go home. But, it wasn’t that simple. Ten years ago, she founded this law firm with her husband here in Freiburg. Bernd Jansen’s large team, specializing in startups, as well as sales and mergers, occupied the first two floors of the small office building. Since she had been exclusively in charge of divorce cases for some years now, she had set up her small domain in the building’s attic. This area gave off a romantic ambiance and pleasing vibes, reflecting the spirit and charm of the young lawyer occupying it.

“Mrs. Jansen, Mr. Lindner has arrived,” she heard Maria Guttmann, her secretary announce. Maria had been her right hand from the firm’s opening day and had also become a good friend over all those years.

“Please show him to the conference room, Maria. I’ll just be a moment. By the way, you might as well go home.” This was today’s last meeting and afterwards she could finally call it a day. A quick glance in the mirror and she was on her way.

“Welcome, Mr. Lindner, I’m Susanne Jansen.” She offered her hand while looking into a pair of big, dark brown eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jansen. You came highly recommended as a divorce attorney and that’s just the person I need, urgently so. Perhaps we could get right down to business.”

Having predominately represented women in divorce cases, she found being on a man’s side an enjoyable change. The conversation was factual, but not impersonal. Markus Lindner was an athletic man with already slightly graying temples. He wore an elegantly tailored light gray suit over a dark blue shirt and matching tie. His aftershave had a bold bouquet, complimenting his overall appearance. Susanne didn’t know exactly what attracted her to this man, but she felt some tension in the air that had nothing to do with the divorce. What a man … even if he is the complete opposite of my husband, she thought.

“Ahem, Mrs. Jansen, have you heard anything I just said?” Markus Lindner relished this situation, gazed into her eyes and started to laugh heartily. Laughter had not been part of his life for some time now. Ever since his wife had left him for another man about a year ago, he often sat home alone contemplating the injustices in this world. Markus Lindner was well-off, could afford anything he desired. His company ran fine without him at the helm and he would have had no problem attracting a new wife in no time, but those who knew him personally, were also aware that he was a man who actually believed in true love.

“My apologies, I was lost in thought. I’m usually always focused, but today ... Anyway, I believe we discussed everything I need to file for divorce and I will send the documents to you by mail. Then you can call and set up our next appointment. Does that sound acceptable?” Susanne wanted this meeting over and done with as quickly as possible. Her heart was pounding so hard the pulse in her neck was visible and she felt like she was going to faint at any moment.

“Yes, that sounds agreeable. I’m looking forward to our next encounter.” Taking her hand affectionately, he smiled, gazed in her eyes one more time, turned and left the room.

Susanne stood rooted in place. It took a while until she finally picked up the ‘Lindner’ file and headed back to her office. She flopped into her comfortable executive chair, closed her eyes and tried to get control of her emotional turmoil. She recalled how she met her husband. A little over a decade ago, also on a rainy November day, she was soaking wet and late for her college class because she had missed the bus. The professor had already begun his lecture when she entered the room quietly, hoping he wouldn’t notice. She knew the old gentleman loathed tardiness and would immediately reprimand the perpetrator. However, she could still remember his words when he noticed her sneaking in as if it happened yesterday. “Young lady, those who show up late must sit right here, in the first row, close to me, as punishment!” She saw only one available chair up front and with a face flushed red with embarrassment she approached it and took a seat. It didn’t take long before she began to sneeze. The young man sitting on her right smiled and handed her a pack of Tempo tissues and that was the beginning of their great love. Not a day went by without seeing each other and a year later they married. The following year they opened the law firm and it became an incredibly lucrative investment in no time since both were very career oriented. They quickly accumulated wealth and were able to buy a nice, little house near a small lake on the outskirts of Freiburg. The house sat on a peaceful, small knoll and depending on the season you could see the sun setting on the lake. The house was romantically furnished and Bernd Jansen left the interior design in his wife’s capable hands. Naturally, both had an office at home as well and they often sat up late into the night, writing their legal briefs.

Susanne was startled all of a sudden. Darkness had swallowed her office and she wondered whether she had fallen asleep. She turned on her desk lamp, checked the time and realized she had actually been asleep for two hours. Quickly packing her attaché case, she turned off the light and headed home. Her husband was attending a business dinner tonight, giving her the opportunity for some quality alone time. After taking a long, hot, leisurely bath, she went into the kitchen and made herself a sausage sandwich and fruit tea. Carrying the meal with her, she got comfortable in front of the fireplace, which was now giving off welcoming heat. It was moments like this that made her start brooding and as she had done so often lately, she again questioned whether she and her husband had grown apart over the years. They only talked shop and making love was rather out of a sense of duty than actual enjoyment. A fleeting touch or tender kiss in between, as couples occasionally do, only happened for show during business events, demonstrating the supposedly perfect and happy couple. Basically, they were simply portraying an image to the outside. Every time Susanne brought up her desire to have children, her husband put her off, telling her it wasn’t a good time. But now she had reached an age where she no longer had any desire to have children. So what; is that it? Is that the extent of their marriage? But again answers eluded her and she ended up lying in bed, feeling dissatisfied and full of doubt. She chose a romantic CD, snuggled up in her comforter and listened to the music. The dreamy love songs made her aware of how lonely she actually felt. She thought long and hard about that wonderful man, Markus Lindner. There was something about him that was incredibly attractive to her.

Her thoughts suddenly ran amok and fantasies began to emerge as she imagined how it might feel if he were to caress her. During these reveries, Susanne felt a sudden tingling sensation in her abdominal area and her pulse quicken. This arousing sensation was almost unbearable! She longed for his touch, his smell and his manliness. Her entire body was on edge and she felt her nipples slowly hardened. In her mind, he took her head in his hands and pulled her head close. Their eager lips touched and an electrifying tingle shot through her as the tip of their tongues met. He drew her body nearer, and kissed her neck all over while his hands started to explore her body. She succumbed to the pleasure she felt and when his breath reached her ear, the little hairs on her skin stood up. Her hands replaced the touch that she longed for so much. She felt the dampness of her clitoris and trembled with desire. How she enjoyed being so close to him in thought. Her body tensed, she bucked and moaned loudly as a feeling of soothing relaxation swept throughout her body. She enjoyed this sensation for a bit longer until finally dozing off into a wonderful slumber.

Chapter 2

It was barely after seven in the morning when Susanne woke up and the space next to her was empty. She was used to finding herself alone in the mornings because her husband frequently slept at the office when business meetings ran later than expected. For this reason, she had specifically set up and furnished a small, comfortably studio in the attic of the office building. Although he spent more and more nights in the cozy room after finishing a late business meeting, Susanne nevertheless trusted her husband and didn’t think twice about it.

As was common, her appearance was immaculate when she entered the law firm shortly after nine o’clock. “Good morning everyone. Any idea where can I find my husband?”

“I called his cell and he’ll be here momentarily,” his secretary informed Susanne.

“Please let him know I’m up in my office waiting for him.” Susanne went upstairs and greeted Maria. Her husband appeared out of the blue and seemed a little nervous, or so it seemed to her. “Good morning, Susanne. You paged me?”

“Good morning, sweetie.” Susanne approached her husband beaming all over, stuck out her chin, puckered up her lips and waited for her good morning kiss. “Did I just dream I was kissed or did your lips actually touch mine,” she asked, a bit irritated.

“Sorry, I haven’t had much sleep. I’m totally exhausted and have an incredibly busy day ahead of me. I might not make it home tonight either.” Bernd Jansen was visibly agitated and hastily said good-bye to his wife when he received a text message to come to his office. Susanne stared after him feeling a little sad, but then busied herself completing the legal documents for the ‘Lindner’ file.

The entire day progressed rather quietly and she only had to deal with two phone calls, all others were taken care of by Maria. Susanne was especially pleased about the one call from her friend Jenny Olsen. She had met Jenny a few years back at the hotel where she and her husband stayed while attending a lawyers’ conference. Jenny painted in oil and had her first exhibition in the foyer of the hotel. Since childhood, Susanne had been interested in painting, so the women had no problem picking up a conversation. They quickly became close friends and saw each other once a year. Jenny had invited Susanne to help her with another vernissage she was giving this coming weekend. She had a little house in a tiny mountain village high up in the Swiss Alps. Considering the Alps were already covered in snow, making the trip several hours long, Susanne decided to leave Thursday as a precaution. She looked forward to seeing her friend again, but first she had to talk with Markus Lindner about his divorce proceedings.

“Maria, please call Mr. Lindner and set up a meeting for tomorrow. And please make a note in your appointment book that I won’t be in the office Thursday and Friday.”

How nice, Susanne thought. Three days to unwind and relax. What a wonderful feeling. Susanne was momentarily in her own world until Maria’s voice interrupted her daydreaming.

“Your meeting with Mr. Lindner is tomorrow afternoon at five o’clock, but unfortunately it’s in his office since he can’t make it here for some reason. Is that acceptable for you, Mrs. Jansen?” She felt great today and not even a hurricane could dampen her joyous spirit. Plus, Bernd Jansen almost seemed elated when he learned Susanne would be visiting her friend for three days.

Punctuality was a must for Susanne, so she arrived shortly before five at the reception desk of the Lindner Group. A smartly dressed young woman escorted her across the executive floor all the way to the CEO’s office door. Susanne took the opportunity to check her appearance in a huge, wall-mounted mirror once more and was satisfied with what she saw. She didn’t have a model’s figure, but then again she didn’t actually want one. Her feminine curves were in the right places and radiated a certain contentment. She wore a dark blue pantsuit with a narrow gold belt and matching pumps. The finely crafted necklace with a small diamond setting accentuated her already alluring cleavage even more. Her black, short, sophisticated cut hair gave her face a slightly impish charm and no matter how she applied her makeup and the lightly rose-colored lipstick, she couldn’t make it disappear.

“Mr. Lindner is ready for you.” And, with these words the young woman opened the office door, gesturing for her to enter. Smiling, Markus Lindner approached her, held out his hand and greeted her. Susanne felt as if the rug had been pulled away from under her feet. “I’m extremely happy to see you again so soon, Mrs. Jansen. Would you care for a cup of coffee or perhaps tea?”

“Coffee would be nice, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Susanne opened his case file and conversed with him like with any other client. It was objective, to the point and without further ado, yet it carried an underlying tone of sarcastic humor, but most of all lots of empathy. Susanne knew exactly how to proceed with this conversation, despite being given so much intimate information. Clients were tremendously vulnerable, particularly divorce cases and Susanne had to find a way of learning all the important background without tearing old, or still healing, wounds open again. They needed three hours to discuss everything pertaining to the divorce documents, so the complaint could be finished and handed into the court.

“Would you care to have dinner with me tomorrow?” Markus Lindner inquired, with a look that revealed he was interested in more than business.

“I would like to accept your invitation, but I’m leaving tomorrow for three days to visit my friend and would hate having to renege.” On one hand Susanne regretted it, but on the other, she had been looking forward to seeing Jenny, and that was that.

“Well, that is regrettable, but you will accompany me to dinner some other time, right?” His eyes demanded an answer.

Susanne appeared outwardly calm, but inside she felt as if a volcano was about to erupt, yet she managed to smile tentatively. “You are correct! We can touch base on Monday and see what day would work next week. Agreed?”

He nodded approvingly, held her hand longer than was his custom and accompanied her to the door. Susanne turned towards him and gazed into his dark brown eyes. Suddenly, she felt his warm lips on hers. It was a tender, almost too tender kiss. Susanne took a deep breath and felt overwhelmed by the sensations moving through her entire body. If I don’t fight these feelings, there will be no turning back, she thought. She rushed out the door and left a confused-looking client standing in the foyer. Away, she had to get far away from this man who stirred up feelings best left alone. Her mind was in overdrive. What’s wrong with me? Why does this man have such a hold on me? Not to mention I’m married, and happily so, right? Susanne didn’t know how she made it home, but one thing she did understand – she knew she couldn’t see this man anytime soon. She would hand his case over to her colleague Sandra Gröninger. Yes, she would do whatever necessary so she wouldn’t encounter him again. Having figured out a way out of her predicament, she cheerfully departed the next day for Jenny’s.

Chapter 3

The drive went smoothly, no traffic jams or whatnot. Susanne arrived in the small mountain village at her estimated time. Every single time she made this trip via the mountain pass, she relished the panoramic view and the cute little village houses. As winter had made its home here already, it felt as if she was entering a fairy tale winter wonderland. All the roofs were shrouded in snow, roads resembled snow slopes and here and there, groups of children built snowmen. Even though it was a tiny village of only 100 residents, it nevertheless featured a bakery, a butcher, a small supermarket, a bed and breakfast, and a tiny church. Here, you could still experience the peace and tranquility that most people desired, Susanne thought as she ascended the village street. Jenny’s house was located at the end and a little above the community. Smoke rose from the chimney, a sure sign Jenny was home.

“Hi, sweetie, welcome!” Jenny shouted from the porch, as Susanne maneuvered up her snow-shoveled, yet still slippery walkway. Once Susanne made the trek, Jenny hugged and squeezed her and said, “You look absolutely marvelous.”

“Thanks, Jenny. You look damn good too with that new dye-job of yours.” Susanne admired Jenny greatly.

“Well, come on in. The fire is going and a hot pot of coffee is waiting for us. Tell me, what’s new in your life?” As usual, Jenny’s curiosity hadn’t changed. She was so full of life and her temperament was unstoppable. This also made her incredibly creative and she always came up with new thoughts and ideas, which she then applied to her paintings. When Jenny was busy painting, she was introverted and for the most part absent-minded. During these moments only she and her easel existed. Jenny started working in oils a few years ago after she lost her husband in a fatal car accident. She still had a sister living in South America, and an older brother. Jenny never talked much about her siblings and Susanne had never met either one.