How to Catch Butterflies (13 page)

“I’m going to cum,” she said it was towards the end of the song and it had a spectacular climax. He wanted them to erupt together.

“Hold on,” he begged. “Wait! Just go with the music and then you can cum.”

Lucy moved sliding up and down on him as she felt the familiar rush take hold of her. She could feel herself quivering; he thrust deeper and deeper as the music built to the finale.

The songs climax was coming and so were they. As the song exploded, so did they in perfect unison, he looked deeply in her eyes.

“I love you Lucy Watters,” he said stroking her face.

“I love you too Mr. De Vere” she replied and kissed him like she never kissed him before.

*

“Oh well that’s very nice,” came a voice in the doorway.

“Well I can see why you weren’t at the airport to greet me darling. Still fucking whores I see?” she said looking directly at Lucy.

George looked up in a state of shock at the woman who stood in the doorway.

“I’m no whore,” said a shocked Lucy grabbing the shirt together wrapping it round her, trying to salvage what was left of her modesty.

Lucy jumped from the island to the ground quickly hiding, sheltering behind George.

”Well it’s a little late for that now,” said the elegantly dressed woman gloating having seen Lucy’s embarrassment.

Like a lioness she attacked unmercifully again ‘
George had never looked at HER like that and for that she hated this little bitch, she wanted her to hurt
.’

“Now....” she continued “if you don’t mind grab your money... Where do you leave it nowadays?” She asked looking directly at George, her eyes then returned to Lucy.

“Ohh and please GO, so I may speak privately to my.... HUSBAND!”

Lucy’s face fell. ‘
Husband’
, the tears burned her eyes blinding her. She rushed past the bitch at the door and ran upstairs.

She ran around the bedroom grabbing her clothes, dressing faster than she had ever done in her life and ran down the stairs.

While she was dressing George had stepped back into his trousers and started doing up his zipper and belt.

“Really, Lynda did you have to?” he exclaimed.

George was disgusted and it showed. She just smirked, standing firm as he brushed past her to get to Lucy. He had heard Lucy running down the stairs, and he ran to meet her in the hallway.

“Lucy stop,” he pleaded, she barged pass him making for the front door.

He grabbed her arm to stop her

“GET OFF ME” she repeatedly screamed at him trying to pull out of his grip on her arm.

Her tears were now blinding her; they were popping uncontrollably out of her eyes in succession she couldn’t hold them in any longer.

He gently grabbed her face pleading with her to let him explain.

“And I said loved you,” she sobbed, she looked so heartbroken. He felt dreadful, and he was the reason.

“Let me explain,” he pleaded.

“Explain this!” She yelled as she brought her knee up and jammed it hard into his groin.

It had the desired effect and he crumpled to the ground recoiling in pain. She ran out the door to the awaiting Bentley

“Home John and please hurry,” she choked, trying to compose herself. And they were instantly gone, in the London traffic.

*

As George regulated his breath to deal with the searing pain that was in his balls, he slowly tried to wobble to his feet.

Lynda had followed and had seen and heard everything and was looking rather pleased with herself. He rolled to his knees still holding his groin wincing.

“What the fuck do you want? Why are you here?” He asked through his breaths, “I thought the agreement was you’d keep to the States and I to Europe?”

“Well darling husband yes that is true, but I’ve met a nice rich old Gentleman, and put it this way, we want to get married,” she squealed clapping her hands gleefully. “I’ll be out of your hair forever. Isn’t that wonderful news?” she cooed.

“Best fucking news EVER,” he groaned still wincing with pain. His thoughts immediately turned to Lucy, he should have told her.

Chapter10

‘Cloud-busting’

Lucy was sat in the back seat of the Bentley. She held her head up, holding back the burning tears not allowing gravity to let them fall.

‘How could he do this to her? It was all LIES everything
.’ She had given herself to him wholeheartedly and she had said
she loved him
. ‘
His wife.... his wife... Married what a bitch! The way she had spoken to her, how dare she! Fuck him and fuck that bitch!

She rummaged around in her bag searching, for her compact; she hunted around till it fell eventually into her hand. She flipped it open checking her reflection;
thank god she had stopped the stupid sobbing
once she’d jumped in the car. She felt so stupid; she just wanted to get back to the safety off her apartment.

Calmly she waited for the lift to arrive; once it opened she stepped in and pressed her floor’s button. She couldn’t remember if she had said goodbye to John
, not that it mattered now, it’s not as if she would be seeing him again
. As she felt the motion of the lift ascending up to her floor, her lip trembled. She bit down on it, enough to steady it while mentally chanting
‘hold it together Lucy’
again and again.

It didn’t help when the lady from the second floor boarded with ‘
Trixi’ her surrogate baby
with her
‘Swarovski Crystal Collar’
it was handmade, custom ordered you know …it took eight weeks for delivery you know…

By now Lucy had blocked out her pointless dribble about fucking
‘Trixi the Shih Tzu’
trying to smile politely at her as her voice grated on her.

Her floor could not come soon enough, she readied herself, false smile on, for the doors to open at her floor, and once they did she was gone down the short corridor to her apartment.

She had her keys ready popping them in the door. Once in, she closed the door and fell back against it and sobbed, sliding to the floor.

She sat there allowing the tears to freely flow. She didn’t know how long she was there it was much later, when she jumped up and headed for her kitchen and grabbed the bottle of ‘Jack Daniels’.

When Lucy awoke in the morning she felt as rough as hell and wondered
why the hell she was on the couch.
Images of last night pounded her brain like a Gatling gun.
Him, what she had allowed him to do, that bitch.

The tears rose up her eyes. .

‘Oh NO you don’t Lucy Watters’.
She looked up refusing to let them out.
George De Vere wasn’t worth the tears. No man was
and she had cried enough tears last night to last her a life time. She was wondering why she wasn’t in her bed as she stretched reaching into the air. Jumping up she switched off the music that had been playing endlessly since last night.

Lucy caught sight of the half empty discarded bottle of Jack Daniels,
“Errrugghh
” she shivered, her stomach turned. She felt like she would puke,
another bad choice she had made. Nice one Lucy! You’re on a roll
! Even after brushing her teeth; she could still taste the bourbon in her mouth.

She leaned feeling week against the countertop. She was really feeling it now as she made for the fridge to get the water filter jug. Grabbed two glasses and poured popping a couple of ‘Vitamin
C’ fizz’s’ in one
and drank once it was ready.

“I’m Going for a run” - ‘
Running always cleared her head’
grabbing her phone & headphones. She headed for the door.

As she touched the phone the screen came to life, George had been calling and texting all night as she scrolled down. – Every missed call, endless voicemails all George’s. Lucy stood there for a few minutes starring at her phone.

“Fucker. Lying mother fucker”, she said deleting as she scrolled not reading or hearing one and finely blocking his number.

She grabbed her keys and closed the door behind her. Before she knew it, she was walking out the lobby doors onto the street.

*

George had been sitting in the car up until he’d seen Lucy get out the lift. He had been there buzzing for her to answer most of the night. He knew she was there as he could see her apartment lights on.

She had ignored every effort he had made to speak to her. He had to talk to her, to explain, and he would wait all night and day if that’s what it took. His marriage had been over for years.

Seeing as his wife was a money grabbing bitch, he had expected to have heard her news a lot sooner than this. She must have hit the jackpot to want a divorce, and that’s why she was there.

He hated that fucking bitch. Another stupid mistake he had made that was going to cost him dearly.

By the time Lucy had seen him George was there standing against his DB7. He looked up trying to catch her attention he walked towards her his hands gesturing, waving, and pleading, “Lucy please... you don’t und...”

*

Before he could even finish his sentence Lucy popped in her ear plugs and casually said,

“FUCK OFF GEORGE” as she started to jog off away from him with ‘Kate Bush’s Cloudbusting’ blaring in her ears.

It was one of her motivational songs she had on her ‘running playlist’ and she headed off down towards the River Thames. She would run the joggers track that ran parallel to the bank towards the west.

As she ran, she could see the rowing crews doing there morning training, the coxes barking directions, she stopped to catch her breath, taking in the scenery around her, ‘Kate Bush’s – Running up that hill’ was thundering thru her ears as she regulated her breath, taking deep breathes of the fresh air.

It was a great path to run on with only the odd dog walker passing by. She did another 30 minutes before deciding to turn back for home.