94 comments/ 28977 views/ 27 favorites Losing Katy By: stev2244 Warning - If you're looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you're wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. I'm a German and writing in a foreign language might cause some grammar errors in my story. Just a simple, straight-forward story. The correct category would have been "loving fiancées". xxxxxxx Katy is reading those damn gossip rags again. Afterwards, she will tell me endless details about the stupid and meaningless things those - in her eyes - fantastic, famous and beautiful people have done. The afternoon is already a lost cause. Damn... Katy is my fiancée. We are a couple for almost three years. My name is Mark Myers. I'm an engineer. I love sports. And I love to play jazz on my saxophone. What I'm not interested in is gossip. Stories about celebrities alternating between detox programs and plastic surgery. So I steel myself for a completely annoying afternoon. Fully expecting to be showered in unwanted details about other people's lives. We are engaged for five months now. I would have married her earlier, but for some unknown reason she insisted that she needs to have a full job as a school teacher first. Right now she works as a substitute only. We hope that she'll have a regular job soon, so we can finally marry. I've never understood this silly rule anyway as I earn enough money to support us. Katy is quite hot. Not every man will agree with that, though. Men find her either absolutely irresistible or they are not interested at all. Obviously, I belong to the former group. But it seems that women don't regard me as totally repulsive too. I'm 6'3", well built, with enough muscles to nicely fill a tight T-shirt. And of course, I play the sax on stage. This inevitably results in a lot of female attention. But I'm absolutely faithful to Katy, she's my dream girl. She's totally gorgeous and very charming. If she wants to. Otherwise, she can be a little bitchy. More than a little, to be honest. I try to avoid Katy's bitch mode which leads to her usually having it her way if it comes to decisions. Like the one leading to this evening. After she's finished with her gossip stuff, we will dress up and attend a charity dinner. We're not rich, we're not famous, we can't donate a lot. But still, she wants to spend some of our money there, hoping to see some important people. We have done this before and she had mostly ignored my presence as soon as we had entered the room. She was constantly scanning the area to spot some big names. It was mind-bogglingly boring. xx Tonight, though, turns out a little different. After I spend a dull hour watching Katy watching people, she gets up to go to the restrooms. This guy comes up from behind and doesn't notice her standing up, bumping into her. "Oh, I'm very, very sorry, my lady. Have I hurt you in any way?" "Only my pride, a little." Katy smiles her killer smile. I'm instantly annoyed because I know the effect it has on some men. "Please forgive me. My name is Roger Cooper. Please give me the chance to make this up to you somehow." He looks like he's already absolutely fascinated by Katy. I know the look on his face and I don't like it. "Please let me buy you a drink at least." "Yes, that would be very nice. Thank you." He sits down and neither of them even acknowledges my presence. "If I may say, you're by far the most beautiful lady in here." I think it's time for a subtle intervention and clear my throat, but neither of them notices or cares. "Oh my, you're very flattering. But thank you." "No, seriously. What would you like to have? Your wish is my command." Uh, corny line. "A Chardonnay, please." "Make that two, please," he tells the waiter. I'm wondering if the second wine is for me or for himself. No, not really. Officially, I don't even seem to be present. "Thank you a lot, Roger, By the way, my name is Katy." "Katy, I am VERY pleased to meet you." He starts to kiss her hand. "Yes, by the way, I'm her fiancée Mark." I say loudly. They both look at me as if I'm nuts. "Yes, yes, I'm Roger." He says distracted, not even offering his hand. Then they both turn towards each other again. "Katy, I'm very sorry. But I'm afraid I have to hold a short speech now." "Of course, Roger. I fully understand." "I'll be back afterwards. Promised." He leaves towards the stage. "You're having a good time?" "Mark, don't be an asshole. I'm just having fun." "Yeah, I'd prefer if you noticed my presence though." "Come on, behave like an adult." Further communication is useless, as she's intently listening to his meaningless speech. She has already forgotten me again. It turns out that he's the chairman of some foundation or other. Everybody is applauding, except me. Katy even frantically so. After his speech, to my dismay, he actually returns to our table. Like he threatened to. "My beautiful lady, I'm afraid that I have to leave soon. But I insist that you are my dinner guest at my mansion. I have to make up for my clumsy mistake." "Is that invitation valid for both of us?" I ask, but am ignored by both of them. "Yes, Roger, I'd love to come." "Very good. My assistant will contact you with the details. A limousine will be sent to pick you up." "Thank you very much, Roger." He leaves, finally. "Mark, why do you have to be such an asshole?" "Why? Because you have just accepted a dinner date with a strange man. You both have decided that I won't accompany you. Are we still engaged? I'm not sure. A fiancée should definitely not behave like that. Don't go there, please. He wants to get into your pants." "Live with it. I have already agreed to go." "I'm leaving." "Mark..." But I have already got up and turn to leave. She follows behind me, trying not to make a scene. The drive home is cold. xx Their date is made for the following Friday night. During the week we have countless arguments about it. She insists to go. Telling me that I'm totally overreacting. But I'm absolutely mad. We hardly speak with each other. And we absolutely don't touch one another. For me, this situation is the absolute low point in our relationship. But according to her, I'm just overreacting and trying to prevent her having some harmless fun. xx On Friday evening she dresses up to the nines. She seems to be a little nervous but adamantly pulls this through. I don't talk to her at all. Finally, at six thirty a black Mercedes limousine pulls up in front of our apartment. "It's nothing, Mark. I love you." "Don't go, please." She doesn't answer. She just turns around and leaves our apartment. I watch through the window a bodyguard opening and closing the car door for her. I've seen enough. Roger is successfully purchasing my fiancée. Of course, I have tried to check the available information about the guy. He's not as handsome or well built as I am. I've already seen that at the damn dinner party. But he seems to be immensely rich, stylish, educated, well connected. I feel like a barbarian compared to him. About five hours later, she returns. I'm still sitting on the sofa and I've barely moved at all. I've been lost in thought. In self-doubt and doubt about our relationship and Katy. "Have you been here all the time?" I stay silent. "Mark, we've only talked. He's really just a nice guy" I still don't have much to say. I just can't think of anything. Everything has already been said before she had left. "Mark, nothing has happened. He has just kissed me a little. And felt up my boobs quickly." At least she's honest. "And that's nothing? How would you feel if I've had dinner with another woman, kissing her and feeling up her boobs? You've disrespected me. At the dinner party and tonight." "We'll talk tomorrow. You're mad now." And she just goes to the bedroom. I decide to postpone the marriage. There are some aspects about Katy that I haven't known, obviously. And I sleep on the sofa. Of course, I hardly sleep at all. My life is falling apart. When Katy comes into the kitchen, I have already had breakfast and I'm ready to leave. I don't know where to, but I have to get out of here. "So, have you calmed down?" "Not really. I need to spend the day on my own." "Sure, do whatever you want." She surely doesn't seem to be very contrite. I briefly think about doing what she did with some woman. But I decide that this isn't my style. "Mark, I won't accept a man who wants to control my whole life. I need a little space on my own." "To let someone kiss and grope you?" "You asshole." I feel that nothing else needs to be said and leave the apartment for a long walk. Afterwards I have lunch at a small diner. I return home and spend some time sitting on the sofa, cleaning my sax. At six thirty she comes into the room, dressed up again. I stare at her, unbelieving. "Don't tell me..." She looks a little doubtful at least. "Yes, I'm having dinner again." Says it and leaves without another word. I follow her through the front door. But to my surprise, two of Roger's bodyguards are waiting for me and rudely stop me by grabbing my arms. "Don't follow us." I have to watch helplessly as they all get into the car. Katy looks at me with an unreadable expression. I sleep on the sofa again. And this time I take a sleeping pill. I need some rest, I'm feeling terribly exhausted and sad. I feel my whole future with Katy is falling apart. Like I've been living in some kind of dream world and I'm now waking up, being confronted with an ugly reality. xx I awake late on Sunday morning. Katy is already in the kitchen. "Good morning, honey. You want some breakfast?" "No, thanks." She come to me and tries to kiss me. I avoid her. "No sloppy seconds, please." "Mark, he hasn't left anything in my pussy." Okay, that strange wording means that he had sex with her. And that means that she has cheated. And that we're through. I shower, dress and leave the apartment without another word. She watches me, but I still can't read her expression. I have breakfast at a diner. I return home around noon. Katy is sitting on the sofa, waiting for me. "Mark, please sit down." Okay, confession time. Time for apologies. To make things up to me. I sit down, but nowhere near her. "Mark, you know that I currently have school holidays." What? What is she talking about? Why aren't we talking about her and this Roger guy? "You have to work and I don't want to sit at home, waiting for you." "Are you nuts? What are you talking about?" "Roger has invited me to accompany him on a trip to Paris. And I have accepted." She looks at me calmly while she lays that on me. I'm totally stunned. Unbelieving. She has already damaged so much. And now she wants to add more? "Katy, you have disrespected me on two occasions. As far as I can tell, you have cheated on me yesterday. And now you plan to go to Paris with him? To continue to cheat, obviously. Do you expect me to accept this?" "It's already decided." Wow, she sure seems quite arrogant now. Who is she? Has she ever loved me? She leaves me quite easily for a rich guy. "Katy, our relationship is already severely damaged. If you go to Paris, I'll be gone. No marriage. No engagement. No relationship." "Don't be melodramatic. You'll be here all right. And you'll beg me to forgive you for your controlling behavior when I come home." "It's your decision." "Yes." She opens our door and one of Rogers goons comes in to pick up a suitcase that she obviously has already prepared. They leave without another word. Not even a kiss or a goodbye. I spend the rest of the day getting drunk and crying. This is the end of my relationship with Katy. I've lost my dream girl. She has left me for greener pastures. xx I manage to get some sleep again, using a sleeping pill. I phone my boss, explain the situation briefly and take the day off. Around noon I receive a text message from her. "paris is great. luv you". Yeah, fuck you. Why does she even contact me? Is she assuming we're still in some kind of relationship? It's quite confusing. I rent a van, move my stuff out of our apartment and place it into storage. In the afternoon I call my good friend Greg and ask him if I can sleep at his place for a while. Of course he agrees. He's even delighted. We had a lot of fun in the past. And I think he misses it since I'm with Katy. He calls my old gang and we go out this evening. These guys are great. They sense what's up with me and successfully keep me distracted. xx On Tuesday I receive another text. "will make it up to you" So she assumes that we're still a couple. Which is quite surprising. And I really can't get my head around this logic. Wednesday brings another "i luv you". Does she think that one text a days makes up for her abandoning me and cheating on me? What kind of woman had I planned to marry? My friends keep me successfully from getting depressed meanwhile. I've really missed these lunatics. On Thursday I cancel the wedding reservations we've made. We had already agreed on a location and a caterer, without fixing a date. No problem to cancel it. xx On Friday she calls. "You canceled the wedding? Mark, it took us so long to arrange everything." "Yes, I did. But what are you talking about?" "What do you mean? I'm talking about our wedding." "Exactly. What are you talking about?" The line is silent now. Maybe she finally is a little shocked. Maybe reality has finally started to sink in. "Mark, this is only a short vacation and some meaningless sex. It's absolutely not important for our relationship." At least she's honest about her cheating, I think as I hang up without another word. xx My friends help me to find an apartment. It turns out that the landlord knows me as he's a huge jazz fan. We quickly come to an agreement. The apartment is immediately available and looks really great, much nicer than my old one. On Saturday I'm just sitting in my new apartment for several hours. I feel totally sad. And alone, really alone. I've absolutely loved Katy. And I've actually lost her for good. xx On Sunday Katy seems to return from Paris. At least I get another text message. "landed. thx for being so understanding. will make it up.". I don't reply. I guess that about two hours later she will be home and realize that I'm gone. If they don't spend the night fucking at Roger's mansion. To my surprise she doesn't call or text me again. I'm glad. My mourning period is over and I don't need another confrontation to freshen my pain. xx The following week is my first one as a bachelor again. My friends Greg, Todd and Marty drag me out of my apartment on Monday. Work has distracted me during the day. Now they insist that I get a taste of my new-found freedom right from the start. We are in a seedy jazz bar. For a Monday, there's quite a lot going on. And just in case, I've brought my sax with me. Tony is playing on the stage. He sees me as I enter and he immediately beckons me onto the stage. I lose my sport coat and climb the small stage in my tight T-Shirt. I jam a little with him and play some solos. I'm in a fantastic mood as I leave the stage after about an hour. My friends are still there, being among themselves. I join them and I'm immediately being served a cold beer. On the house. By a nice, pretty and smiling waitress. She slips a note into my pocket. Can life be better? I doubt it. At least that's what I try to make myself believe, not fully succeeding. After Greg, and Todd leave - they're married - two pretty women join our table. Marty is a nice guy and I assume that their attention might be divided between us. But it seems to be solely focused on me, which makes me feel bad for Marty. After a while they leave for the restroom. "Hey, Marty. Nice ladies, huh? Which one do you like best?" "Let's be honest, Mark. They hardly noticed me at all. I know that's not how you've planned it. But I'm not blind. After your sax solo every women in here looked at you longingly. I don't know what it is with women and musicians." "Oh, come on. You're exaggerating." "No, man. And I'm glad for you. That's just what you need after Katy. Know what? I'll leave now. Take them both home and have fun. But do it safely..." he winks and leaves. And that's exactly what happens. My first threesome. Tiring, but very exciting. Just the right thing to pull me out of my hole. And to re-establish some self-confidence. xx I'm afraid that I'm starting to be good for nothing at work, due to my quite active nights. The days pass in a kind of haze. I have text messages from Katy from time to time, but choose to ignore them. I had to promise my threesome participants Tina and Carla to call them. And I still have the note from the cute waitress. It says her name is Eve and to call the number. Which I do on Tuesday evening. All in all, I don't spend a single night alone during my first bachelor week. I have a lot of fun and my self-esteem is restored quite nicely. On Friday night I'm jamming with Tony's band again. On Saturday night I play with Steve's band in a different bar. I make a habit of playing in a tight T-Shirt to show off my muscles. It works, I usually get a satisfying amount of female attention. I'm still craving this after the blow Katy had administered to my ego. On Saturday I have the short impression of seeing her in the audience. But as I'm blinded by the spotlights while being on stage, I'm not sure. And it doesn't really matter anyway. On Sunday I'm alone in my apartment and I'm dead tired, this week has really worn me out. I decide that I won't be able to keep up that pace and to tone down my activities. Although I'm alone today, I'm happy. I think I've finally gotten over Katy and don't need the constant distraction any more. The daily - and unread - text messages from Katy don't disturb me any more. I've moved on. At least I hope so. xx During a gig several weeks later I'm sure that I see Katy and Roger in the audience. So they're still together. Good for them. Roger looks absolutely ridiculous in here, wearing a double-breasted suit. Upon leaving the stage, I'm immediately grabbed by Annie, a quite pretty blonde with a spectacular body. She kisses me deeply to mark her territory, which suits me just fine. Out of the corner of my eye I see Roger and Katy leaving quickly. Which suits me even better. I barely notice that her text messages have dwindled away. xx Two weeks later I have finished my gig in a nice upscale club. I don't think I need female companionship today, so I walk alone to my car. It's late, the parking lot is almost empty and quite dark. Suddenly I'm being grabbed form behind. My arms are pulled behind me and bound together. A sack is pulled over my head. I shout for help while I'm being pushed into some kind of van. The door is being closed and off we go. Ah, fuck. Why can't this Roger asshole just leave me alone? After a short drive I'm being led around a little and I have to sit on a chair. The sack is being pulled off and I see Roger, which is exactly what I've expected. The main question is just what he wants. He already has taken the most precious thing I've had. We are in a deserted factory building and I see two of his goons. They are big, brutish looking guys. "Listen Mark, she loves you. I love her. And I want to see her happy. Because of that I have a problem. She can't stand the way you left her. She's falling apart. Seriously. She's suffering immensely." "Well, she wouldn't have that problem if you hadn't seduced her." "Right. But it has happened. Nothing we can do about that." "Yes, it has happened. She hurt and humiliated me. She cheated on me and announced it before she did. You can have her." Losing Katy "She doesn't want me. She wants you." "I don't give a shit what she wants. I have to take care of myself now. You have to take care of the mess you've created with Katy. You were fully aware that she was my fiancée when you met her. It didn't stop you from seducing her. So don't blame me now for the fallout. This is solely your work." His face turns into what seems a pained grimace and suddenly he slaps me in the face. Not very hard. But very humiliating. Like you slap a school boy. "You asshole." I say. He just nods towards his goons. They wait until he's left the room and then start to hit me. Hard. Again and again. They use thick hoses. It hurts like hell. I wake up, lying on the sidewalk. Someone talks into his phone. An ambulance appears. I wake up again, this time I seem to be in a hospital. I fall asleep again. I wake up again. A nurse sees it and alerts a doctor. "How do you feel, Mr. Myers?" "Bad, everything hurts." "Yes, I can imagine that. You have two broken ribs, a concussion, two broken fingers and endless bruises. Nothing serious, though. After the police has spoken with you, you can leave. But I suggest you stay the night." "Police?" "Of course. This is standard procedure in such cases." Shortly afterwards a cop introduces himself as detective Ralph Anderson. "So tell me what's happened." "The long version?" "I've got time." "Then you're in for an interesting story." So I tell him the complete story, beginning with the charity party. He looks incredulous. "You want to file charges?" "I can't prove anything. Maybe you can just note my version of things in case something like that happens again?" "Yes, I can do that. Sorry for your situation." "Thanks." xx On the next morning, which is a Sunday, I leave the hospital. I'm being hauled in a wheelchair to the exit, which is a little embarrassing for me. But it's the standard procedure. And to my horror, Katy is waiting there. "Mark, I'm so sorry. Really." She's even crying a little. Nice acting skills, I have to admit. She manages to appear absolutely stricken. "You've done enough damage, don't you think? Why can't you just leave me alone? Was it necessary after cheating on me and humiliating me to kidnap me and to bash me up?" "Mark, I'm sorry. This went horribly wrong. We just wanted to convince you to talk to me." "This went wrong? This was no accident. Roger deliberately hit me. And he ordered his goons to hit me with these hoses until my ribs cracked and I lost consciousness." "Oh, my god. I've had no idea." "What next? Will he kill me if I don't do as you want? Stay away from me. You've made your choice. Now just let me live my life." She looks shocked and starts to cry again. "Mark, please, let me at least drive you home," she says sobbing and points to a black Mercedes limo. "You have the nerve to invite me into Roger's car? The car of the guy who got me here by beating me up? The car of the guy that started this whole mess? Are you plain mad? Unbelievable." I walk over to a taxi and drive home. xx My ribs take four weeks to heal. This really puts a damper on my sex life and even the music. Playing the sax with fractured ribs is no fun. As soon as my body is healed, I start to work out a lot. My already muscled body is even better now. Lean, muscular, but not pumped up. It seems I'm still trying to work on my ego. And we play a lot of gigs now. I need the female attention, the workout and the music. My life seems to be in an acceptable balance again. xx Katy calls me one day. "Hi Mark." "Katy." "Are you finished with sulking? I'd like to talk to you." "Where is Cooper?" "What? Why, he's sitting next to me. Why is that important?" I hang up. She calls again but I ignore her calls. And I get a new cell number, which I give only to my best friends and my parents. xx Five months after our split my life has settled into a nice routine. I have narrowed the field down to three women. Maybe I'll even have an exclusive relationship again some day. But that day won't come too soon, I think. Once burned... On Monday morning I'm being summoned by the powers that be into the management offices. Ray, my boss, greets me and leads me into the empty CEO's office. Wow, I've never been in here. I really don't know what to expect. I had the impression that I've been doing my job just fine. Several minutes later, our CEO William Chambers enters. He holds the door for - Roger Cooper - my nemesis. "Glad to meet you, Mark. I've heard a lot about you and your great work." Mr. Chambers greets me. "This is Mr. Roger Cooper. You seem to know him already." Cooper offers him hand, but I ignore him. Chambers is frowning. "Mark, I expect you to be polite with our visitors." "Mr. Chambers, this is the man that took away my fiancée from me. Afterwards he had me kidnapped and beaten up by his goons. I certainly won't be treating him politely." "Yes, I've heard rumors about it. Well, Mr. Cooper has bought this company. And as the new owner, he expects to have a talk with you." My gigs have been quite profitable recently. I had been thinking about quitting my engineering job anyway or going to part time. I can certainly not be bought by Cooper like this company. Or like Katy. "He can expect whatever he wants to. I quit. I have enough vacation and overtime left. I will leave the company this very moment. I can't be bought like Katy. Or like this company. Goodbye." And I leave Cooper and Chambers standing there, stunned. xx Several days later my friend Marty's cell phone is stolen. He's mad about it because he can't afford a new one. I have the suspicion that Roger's goons have stolen it to get my new number. xx And surely, on the same day Katy calls me again. "Hi Mark." "Tell him to give Marty his cell phone back. He can't afford a new one." "Mark, what are you talking about? Are you ready to talk to me?" "You still don't get it? You're still his. You're under his influence. His toy. I hate him. I won't be part of his scheming. As long as you are his puppet, I'm not even talking to you." "Don't be ridiculous. He's just a friend..." she manages to say before I hang up. xx My cell rings. "Mark, this is Bill Chambers." "Mr. Chambers." "Please call me Bill. Mark, we need to talk. We miss you." "That might be. But I'm no merchandise. Cooper wanted to buy me and that's not my thing." "Yes, he miscalculated that. But he's not pursuing that any more. We'd be glad if you came back. You're a good engineer." "Does Cooper still own the company?" "Yes. But he does not interfere any more." "Thanks, Bill. But no. I don't want to connect my life with Cooper in any way." "Sorry to hear that. If you change your mind, just let me know." xx Six months after our split I have finally found a woman that I really like. Her name is Lara. She's beautiful, easy to be with and intelligent. We enjoy the time we spend together. I'm quite sure that given a little time, I will fall in love with her deeply. Maybe as much as I've been in love with Katy. And I think this feeling is mutual. We are already exclusive with each other without talking about it. After a fantastic night of dining and dancing Lara and I return to my apartment. A hot night of sex lays ahead of us and we're both looking forward to it. As we approach the front door, I can see someone sitting on my doormat. "Is there someone sitting at your door?" Lara asks. "Looks like it. Good evening, can we help you?" The person suddenly stands up and I recognize Katy. I'm immediately annoyed. I haven't heard of her for some time and I've been grateful for it. Why does she have to appear here today? "Katy, what are you doing here?" I ask in what I hope is a neutral tone. She doesn't reply but just stares at Lara. "My name is Lara. I'm his girlfriend." Lara says in a friendly way, even extending her hand. Katy still looks shocked. Suddenly she starts to cry and runs away. "Oh, my. That poor woman. She loves you. And I know exactly why. Her loss, my gain. Let's start fucking." I have to laugh and agree. xx Two days later I stand at the front door of Lara's apartment. We have a date today and I'm really looking forward to it. She opens the door after quite a while and - surprisingly - doesn't invite me in. "Mark, you're a great guy. I really envy the girl that will finally get you. But that's not going to be me. I want to end it now." "What? Is that a joke? I just wanted to ask you to move into one apartment together." "It has nothing to do with you. I just had to make this decision." "Wait... has this Roger asshole paid you for this?" "I don't want to talk about that, Mark." But her surprised look tells me everything I need to know. "How much? How much is our possible future as a couple worth?" "A lot." She says sadly. "Don't take this personally. You're a great guy." And she closes her door. Damn women. Damn Roger. Shit. I immediately call Katy. "Mark! What a nice surprise. How are you?" She sounds excited. "How I am? I'm mad. Mad at Roger. Mad at you." "Why?" "You know damn well why. You two destroyed my relationship with Lara. You bribed her away from me. Stop messing with me. Stop ruining my life. Haven't you done enough to make me suffer?" "I don't want you to suffer. I just want you back. And he helps me with it. If she could be bought, she was not right for you anyway." She has a point there. "We will never even be friends as long as you're Roger's toy. I actively hate him. And that hate rubs off on you. You're connected. I don't even care if he still fucks you or not. You're under his influence. He manipulates you. You're soiled by his presence. I don't want to have any form of contact with you. Whenever we talk, it's like he has defeated me again. As if his plans to manipulate me have succeeded. It makes me sick. You two are continuing to drive me further away from you. You and Roger did cost me our relationship, my health, my job and my new girlfriend. How do you think this is helping you? Or is this some kind of sick entertainment for you?" She gasps and sobs while I hang up. xx Now I'm really quite mad. Not only at Roger, but also at Katy. I hate them both by now. Luckily Tony wants to tour through Europe soon and needs a sax man. He says that we're not going to get rich, but the income will be more than okay. And it's going to be fun. Barcelona, Rome, Brussels, Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne, Berlin, Copenhagen, Oslo, Warsaw. I'll see Europe for three months. Great. And even better - I'm going to be away from Katy and asshole for a while. Tony books the tickets, which is quite okay for me. This way I'm going to be harder to trace for Cooper. These three months are like a dream for me. Lots of female attention and sex, lots of music. Lots of new impressions from Europe. And I get along with the band very well. On our return flight we agree to do this again. xx While playing a gig at a local jazz club, I spot Katy in the audience. During a short break I ask one of the waiters to check if there's a black Mercedes limo in the parking lot. He checks and tells me he can't find one. I thank him and ask myself why it bothers me at all. However, Katy follows my performance with a dreamy look on her face. Lena, a tall and pretty blonde rushes at me immediately after we finish our gig. She obviously wants to stake her claim as soon as possible. Yesterday she had lost the race because a nice brunette had been quicker. Nothing had happened with this brunette, by the way. Today, Lena is leading me out of the club and I'm sure something will happen. Lena is very nice and lots of fun in bed. Suddenly Katy stands in our way. "Mark, could I have a quick word with you?" "Bitch, he's mine tonight." "Lena, calm down. This is my ex. She's no danger for you." Katy looks disappointed but obviously tries to be brave. "I need just a minute to talk to you. Maybe outside?" "None of Rogers goons there to kidnap me?" I say, a little jokingly. "No. I swear." Once we're outside, she continues. "Mark, I'm terribly sorry. I want to apologize. You did everything right, I did everything wrong. I made a terrible mistake with Roger and I did everything to make it worse. Going to Paris was just plain mad. I did it because I was too proud to admit that I had already made a mistake by having sex with Roger. Paris was a disaster. We had sex, but it was terrible. I was full of guilt and remorse. On our return I found that you were gone. True to your word. I blamed Roger and he felt really bad about it. He's not that bad, you know? He promised me to bring us back together. He said that he messed up and that he had the means to make it right again. That I should be patient. But it was terrible. Everything he did just made things worse. He's feeling very bad about it. He even lost control and hit you. And his guys totally misunderstood his order. Afterwards they were afraid of the police and had to dump you on the sidewalk. When I heard it I just wanted to die. He even bought your company to convince you to talk to me. That went wrong too. The company is really missing you. And he bribed this woman to leave you. We figured I wouldn't have a chance if you stayed with her. As usual, it was a colossal mistake. Mark, I haven't seen Roger since then. And I haven't talked to him. I've had sex six times with him. Always with condoms. One time on that terrible evening before Paris. And five times in Paris. None of it was good. And I never loved him. I always loved only you. And I always will. I don't date anyone else and I haven't since we split up. That's what I wanted to tell you. It's just the ultra-short version. You can have a more detailed one any time. You don't have to reply now. Just go and have fun with this woman. Enjoy your life. If you want to talk or do anything else with me, I'll be ready. I will wait for you. I won't date anyone." She just turns around and leaves, leaving me stunned. xx I have a great time with Lena. But I can't get Katy's words out of my mind. I keep thinking of her. xx Two days later Chambers calls me again. "Mark, we'd really appreciate your help here. We have some problems without your expertise." "Does Cooper still own the company?" "Yes. But he has promised not to interfere. He would sign a contract about this. You could work part time only, so you could pursue your music. Nonetheless, you would earn twice your old salary." "That's very generous. But I'll never work for Cooper. I hate the man and I don't want to be connected with him in any way." "No chance?" "No, as long as he's connected to the company, there isn't." "If he sells now, he will lose eight million dollars. The company value has dropped dramatically. Not only because of you, of course. But partially." "Wow, that bad?" "Yes, we might even face bankruptcy. We need your expertise for several big jobs. But we can't take them now. Other company branches have suffered because of other reasons." "Okay. One million as signing bonus. Half-time. 250 thousand per year. I'll quit as soon as I see him or hear his name. No refund of the signing bonus in any case. I don't care about the money. I just want to annoy Cooper." "That's ridiculous." "Yes. And I hope he doesn't accept." "I understand. I'll tell him." xx Half an hour later my phone rings. "He accepts. But he increases the bonus to five millions. Totally crazy." "I think I might understand why he's doing it, though. I accept." He's doing it either as a compensation for messing with my life. Or to make sure that his beloved Katy is well provided for in case we might get back together. Which I doubt. But maybe he doesn't. "Great." "I work on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. I'll start as soon as the bonus is on my account and the contracts are signed." "Okay. We'll send the contracts by courier. Bye. You lucky SOB..." xx Later that day I decide to get over with it and call Katy. "Mark! Oh, Mark. Is that really you?" She sounds ecstatic. "Yes, it's me." "I'm so glad you call. What can I do for you? Wash your car? A blow-job? Cook a nice meal for you?" I have to laugh. I can hear a happy sigh on the other side. "No, I just like to talk. We're separated for almost a year now. I think it's time we resolve certain things." "Yes. My answer will always be yes. Whatever you want. Where do you want to meet?" "You'd like to come over to my place?" "Oh, I'd love to. Last time I've been there wasn't a huge success, was it?" "Not really." We both are in a relaxed mood. "When do you want me to come?" "I'm here all day long. Just come when you want." "Oh, I'm on my way. See you..." And the line is dead. Wow, talk about motivation... xx Twenty minutes later my doorbell rings. Wow, she's quick. I wonder if she still has her driving license. "Hi Katy." "Hi Mark." She looks anxious. I try to be relaxed and friendly. "Please, come in. Feel right at home." Ups, did I say that? She noticed it too and looks a little surprised. "Mark, that was probably not meant this way..." We both laugh now. The ice is broken. Later we sit in my living room and sip on our drinks. "Okay, Mark. What can I do for you? All the offers I made were sincere." "I'd just like to know what happened at this damn charity party and afterwards." "Oh. Yes, sure. I guess you deserve to know. You want to know all the details, I assume?" "Yes, please." "Okay. You know that I've always been interested in celebrity gossip. Call me naive, but I've always adored the rich and famous people. For me, the invitation to this party was like a miracle. The once in a lifetime chance to meet famous and rich people. I was extremely nervous. Then suddenly this stylish man bumps into me. Not as handsome as you are. Not as well built. But obviously rich and important. And he was so nice and eloquent. I felt like a boorish country girl in his presence. But he treated me like a princess. I know that I ignored you when he was at our table. I felt bad about that even then. But I was fascinated. I'd have you for the rest of our lives. But this was my only chance to talk to an important man. Then he was called to the stage. He was obviously considered as important, even among these people. I was even more fascinated. Then he invited me to his mansion for dinner. He was so stylish and aristocratic, I could see no malice involved. What a great opportunity. I gladly accepted. And I was mad at you to refuse this. How could you be so narrow-minded? Of course, I was wrong. Completely wrong. I see that now. Anyway, I wanted to act like a high class lady and accepted his invitation. Your behavior just threatened to burst my dream bubble, so it annoyed me. I had the opening to the jet-set world and you acted like a jealous schoolboy. Of course, in hindsight, you were completely right. On our drive home I had first doubts. I loved you - and still do. And I didn't want to offend you. But I had already given him my word, so I had to pull this through. When his chauffeur and bodyguard came to pick me up, I entered my jet-set cocoon again. Everything was just fine. He had servants. We dined in his enormous mansion. Everything was top notch. I was the princess again. During dinner he described you as insecure little boy without manners or gentlemanly behavior. He told me that you didn't deserve me. That I deserved to be part of an upper class lifestyle. In my haze I agreed. I wanted to be part of this lifestyle. I never intended to leave you. But I accepted his invitation for another dinner on the following evening. It all seemed so innocent. He was a perfect gentlemen. His servants were around all the time. We just had a nice dinner and a wonderful conversation. Losing Katy Of course, he wanted to annoy you and to drive a wedge between us. He has admitted that later. But at the time I've been totally unsuspecting. He even warned me that you'd probably react totally immature again and that I just had to be strong. And I believed him. He seemed so educated and smart. In hindsight, I can't even blame him. He was totally in love with me and he still is. His problem is that I like him. But I absolutely don't love him. I love only you. It destroys him. That's why he has agreed to never meet me again. It's easier for him this way. But anyway, you reacted absolutely correct. But to me it just seemed to confirm what Roger had predicted. I didn't even realize how humiliating it must have been for you when his bodyguards stopped you from talking to me. I was really a self-centered bitch at the time and totally inattentive towards you. Well, the second evening was a little different. He gave me more alcohol. The table was set in a smaller room with dim light and romantic music. He asked me to dance. And - to my eternal shame - I succumbed to his seduction. We had sex this evening. It was pretty standard. Just vaginal penetration without any foreplay. No oral sex. It was boring as hell. And the remorse killed me. I was actually afraid to go home. But Roger had a solution. He said I should go to Paris with him for a week. You would cool down in the meantime. He would make sure that you'd come to terms with what happened. It seemed a good idea at the time. I could avoid facing you and the resulting guilt and shame. In fact it was the worst thing I could possibly do. But Paris has always been my dream. And he'd shown me photos. I just needed to get there. I assumed that you'd never go there. And I tried to justify it somehow. I was plain mad." "I've been there recently." "Oh my god. I'm such an idiot. Anyway, Paris was not a dream. It was a nightmare. I consisted mainly of guilt and remorse. He demanded sex five times. And I didn't dare to refuse because I was afraid that he'd leave me there, stranded. But it was awful. He's an awful lover. And my guilt made it even worse. I tried to text you, but you never responded. Why should you? I had deserted you. I saw that very clearly back then. And I was trembling with fear when I returned home. We talked a lot and in the end he felt guilty too for separating me from my true love. We agreed that we would have no future as a couple and we'd never have sex again. That was easy for me, but very hard for him. I've not been with any man since we returned from Paris. When we returned, I found my worst nightmare had become reality. You had left me. And rightfully so. I totally broke down. He was very sympathetic and supported me. He even swore that he'd bring you back to me. Which was very hard for him, emotionally. We stayed friends after that. And he tried everything to convince you to at least talk to me. I tried to stay in the background, like he recommended. He was so convinced of his power and his abilities. He never stood a chance against you. You defeated him easily and that drove him mad. That's why he slapped you. Unfortunately his bodyguards got the signal wrong and continued to seriously beat you. Like all of his efforts to manipulate you, this one backfired horribly. He spared no expenses, but you elegantly brushed him off like a fly. After the Lara disaster, he decided to give up. Or, to be more precise, I made him stop. This was all nonsense and just caused greater pain and more distance between us. Your call really set me straight. Of course, I will continue to try to get you back. I will never stop. But I've decided to do it my way. To try just to talk to you. And I think I have achieved much more than he did in months. I see now that I've never needed him. I don't need to be afraid of you." "No, you don't. Your way is far better. I just wonder why it took you so long." "You didn't react to my texts." "Well, that was a bit lame. If you wanted to talk, I expected you to do it personally." "Yes, you're right. Have you even read them?" "No, not after you returned from Paris." "Why not?" "You're not a part of my life since then. I just wasn't interested." "Oh." She really looks sad now. "Anything I can do about this?" "No, not in the near future. Maybe some day we'll be friends again." "We're not even friends now?" "Katy, you might be as contrite as you want right now. But what you did back then was no sudden mistake. You cheated on me and humiliated me for quite a while. You were mean and uncaring for several days. This was no flash of sudden madness. You planned it and had lots of time to think about it. That killed my love for you quite thoroughly. Just saying sorry doesn't cut it. I seriously doubt your love for me." "I'll do whatever you want to prove it." "That isn't something you can prove." "Mark, I've always loved you. I was just blinded by this jet-set life. I would never have left you for it. But I couldn't resist to taste it. I wrongly assumed you would forgive me. I totally neglected to think about how you felt about it. How much it might hurt you. How I would have felt in your position. I blocked these thoughts out. We both paid a terrible price for that. We would be married by now. We have lost a lot of time that we could have spent together. We both were hurt a lot. But you have done nothing wrong. At least, I deserve the pain. You don't." I have the feeling that everything of relevance has been said. Now, do I kick her out immediately or do I want to spend some time with her to get reacquainted? "Please..." She really looks pleading now. I'm afraid that she might even drop to her knees. "Okay, I'll make some dinner. We can just spend some time together. Maybe we can be friends again." "Thank you, Mark." It's really quite touching to see how much this small gesture seems to mean to her. xx We usually spend one day per week together. Cooking, having a picnic, taking a short trip. Nothing serious. She tells me that she's overjoyed to spend the time with me. After about a month, we're watching a movie in my living room. We're sitting on my sofa and the movie is surprisingly violent. At one point, she seems to get scared, grabs my arm and hugs me afterwards. Well, I'm not totally convinced that she really is that scared. This particular scene didn't seem so bad. I smile a little inwardly. And she doesn't release me, even after the movie softens a little. But, to be honest, it feels good. Maybe I should stop seeing other women. I have the feeling that the appeal of playing the field has abated a little. "Katy, the movie's over now. You can release me now, if you want to." "No, to be honest, I don't." She smiles impishly. On a sudden impulse, I turn around, grab her and kiss her on the mouth. She looks surprised, even shocked, but of course offers no resistance at all. As quickly as this came over me, I release her again. "Wow, Mark. What a nice surprise. Thank you. To what do I owe the honor?" "I don't know. Just an impulse." "Well, if you have more of these impulses, please don't hesitate." "Okay." And I repeat it. To my surprise, Katy is crying afterwards. "Everything okay?" "Yes, more than okay. I'm happy." And now she grabs me to kiss me. It feels good. Right. Somehow. "Let's go to bed, Katy." She squeals a little, jumps up, grabs my hand and pulls me towards the bedroom. And she practically ravishes me. The sex is just great, to my surprise I feel no pain about the whole Roger incident any more. It's only been ten months ago, but it feels like an eternity. So much has happened and changed meanwhile. This charity dinner seems like a distant memory. And the Katy that currently clings to me desperately after sex is certainly not the same person any more. I can't detect a trace of the old bitchiness any more. But I decide to stay alert. To take it slow before entering a new relationship. Let alone an engagement. See if the bitch re-appears. "She won't" "What?" "The bitch. She's gone. Don't worry." Damn, she still knows what I'm thinking. "Will you give me that in writing?" "Any time. Along with the worst prenup you can imagine." "Um, Katy. That might be a little premature." "I know. I'm just daydreaming a little bit." xx The days we spend together become more frequent constantly. Soon we spend time on three to five days per week together. And we always have sex afterwards. The frequency of our love making hence is at least as high as before our split. And the time we spend together is always very nice, sometimes even fantastic. After two more months of dating, I call her again. "Katy, what have you planned today?" It's ten in the morning on a Wednesday, I've taken the day off for a certain reason and I know that Katy is on vacation. "Oh, Mark... you're not working today? Usually you do on Wednesdays. I've nothing planned for today. I'd be delighted to spend some time with you." "Okay, your place in an hour?" "Great, yes." xx "So, where are we going?" "I want to look for a new place to stay." "Oh, apartment hunting? That sounds like fun. But I like your place." "Yeah, but maybe I'll find an even better place." So I take her to a nice, modern and quite big house. "Yeah, boy, keep dreaming. How much is this? 400.000?" "650.000, actually. It's larger than it seems. Want to take a look?" "Mark, have you won the lottery?" "No, I've earned every penny of my money." "Okay, let's see it. Just for fun." I have the key and unlock the front door. "You have the key?" "Yeah, the seller gave it to me." Which is no lie. "What do you think, Katy? I think it's great. Nice pool with a shallow area for the kids. One master bedroom, two guest rooms, three rooms for kids. Plenty of space." "Mark, what are you talking about?" Tears begin to form in her eyes. "I think this should be the master bedroom, don't you think?" "Yes." Tears start to run down her cheeks now. "And these three for the children?" "Y.. Yes." she croaks. Slowly I walk to where she's standing. She is openly weeping now. Her knees and her chin are shaking. I slowly sink to my knee. "Oh my god... oh my... oh... Mark." "Katy, would you like another try at marrying me?" "Oh yes, Mark. YEEEEEEEES!" she suddenly yells. "Oh my god, it's come true. I've dreamed about this for almost a year. And it has happened. Thanks, Mark. For giving me another chance. I won't mess it up this time. I swear. And I'll sign the prenup before we do anything. But where did you get that much money?" "My company gave me some money to lure me back to work there." "Yes, you've mentioned it." "Yeah, I asked for a ridiculously high amount, just to annoy him. One million. I wanted him to decline it. But he immediately accepted and gave me five million instead. I don't know why. Maybe he feels guilty. Maybe he wanted you to have a good life after we re-marry. I don't know." "Neither do I. But I won't ask him. We have no contact any more." "Good." "So when have you bought this?" "Yesterday. Smart girl." "Do you want to wait knocking me up until after the wedding?" "Oh, I don't care. We can start right now." "I have to stop taking the pill first." "Okay, but we can practice." "Yes." xx Looking back, taking her back was the best decision I've ever made. But the prenup doesn't hurt, either.