57 This lady is my gues (1/2)
Her fingers moved along his waistband.
He embraced her wrist.
”Not today, devil angel.”
He turned to the bar and flicked at the bartender.
He appeared out of nowhere, carrying paper and pencil.
Atibor accepted the things and wrote on the paper.
”I think you are an open minded person, this will be a completely new experience for you tomorrow night.”
He continued writing.
”If you want to end your desolate existence, if you are brave enough to leave traces in this existence, you will join me.”
He put the folded slip of paper behind Laila's trouser button and pulled her close.
Slowly he lowered his lips to Laila's mouth and let his tongue slide into her mouth.
They let their tongues play with each other.
When he broke away from her, he flicked at the bartender.
”The lady is my guest.”
He turned to Laila and smiled at her.
”Can you still drive?”
”Clear.”
”Okay, see you tomorrow.”
With these words he turned and walked through the crowd.
Laila watched him for a long time, until the crowd devoured him.
Slowly, she smoked his cigarette and headed for the exit.
The bouncer let her out.
Laila's Porsche stopped in front of the door, squealing tires.
The butler jumped out and opened the car door for Laila.
”Great car.”
Laila sank into the cool leather.
I hope she came home safely.
The alcohol makes her pretty hard.
Laila drove cautiously towards the highway and was very pleased with the course of the evening.
The first step was known to be the hardest.
Laila woke up with a terrible headache.
Her skull was blaring.
With narrowed eyes she looked at the soft, sweeping fabric of her four-poster bed.
The brightness hurt in her eyes.
God, she needed an aspirin.
Carefully, she sat up and held her head.
With slow steps she went into her bathroom and took a tablet from the mirror cabinet.
She put her cupped hands under the tap and washed down the tablet.
She splashed cold water on her face.
Better.
Mournfully she looked at her face in the mirror.
Her skin was Gray, with dark circles under her eyes.
After nearly a year in jail, she was probably a bit out of practice for celebrating.
Nothing an extended shower and a few laps in the cool lake could not turn right again.
Laila decided to spend a few hours in the gym today.
She was curious if the next night would open her door to Symbolia.
To Symbolia and to Tamara.
Laila went back to her bedroom.
She sighed.
Her clothes were still scattered wildly in the room.
She picked up the white slip from the glass table.
The evenly oblique font by Atibor contained precise instructions.
11pm, parking Hollow Valley, black leather coat, nothing else.
Laila grinned.
She had to ask Benedict to get her a black leather coat.
With head down, Summersby shuffled toward Laila .
His arms hung on the side of his body.
Again and again he clenched his hands into fists.
The fine hairs on her arms straightened as Summersby came closer and closer.
She needed a perfect timing.
Disgusted, she felt for this small, round shape in his three-piece white custom-made suit.
A golden chain lolled lazily on his vest.
He had lost his glasses when fighting with the curtain.
He squinted his eyes in the typical way shred shortsightedness.
Countless drops of sweat had formed on his shiny bald head.
His face was a tortured grimace.
He was visibly suffering the destruction of his life's work.
Laila took note with grim satisfaction.
”Stop!” Roaring, her voice sounded through the room.
Summersby did not give a damn.
He had her sights on her.
She was responsible for the destruction of the girls and boys.