The tears were falling from the face of Diane Watson while she was sobbing completely disarmed in front of the gun. She knew William a year ago. He said he was stockbroker down in Tokyo.
They met in a dinner where Diane was attending some summits about economy, many stockbrokers and important people of the economic world were there. Diane was just there because of the important relationships that those summits would have for her country. Sent by her dad, those days in Tokyo would have seemed pretty boring for her if she hadn’t met William Wilde. His appearance was good. He looked like a model, and the way he dressed, well, for her he was beautiful and the power he emanated made her feel confident about everything when she was with him.
In that week she completely fell in love for him. They travelled the city by night entering all the clubs, drinking moderately and laughing about everything. By day they stood in the Four Seasons Maronouchi Hotel in the Tokyo downtown in the room. She said that was with headaches, menstruating or that the food was making her sick, whatever made the security let her stay inside. Besides the high level security, Will was always with her, and no security could refuse the will of the United States daughter known as a spoiled, beautiful and rich little girl, so as they understood that Will was not a threat to her, everything was fine.
As she sit in the car alone with those man she thought to know and his friend she revived the happiest moments of her life with him.
“Will, where are you from?”
“Why do you care dear?”
“You know everything about me, on the other hand I know nothing about you.”
“Would you trust more on me if you know more about me?”
She was with the head in his lap. Dressed with the bed blanket around her. Will was just wearing jeans. She loved the way he dressed after sex. Well she loved his physically fit body on those five hundred pounds pants.
She kissed his abdomen rising up to his chest and neck, then, she kissed him in the mouth and said:
“I could not trust you any more than I trust now. You just give me the greatest feeling of safety. When I am with you I don’t need a thing. Just you.”
“Well dear, so we are talked.”
“But Will, tell me something about you. Even the smallest thing. Please.” – she begged kissing him.
“Well Diane, I am a man from the world. I never stood in the same place for more than six months.”
“Well that’s harsh for a child”
“No.” – silence. “Well it was a little harsh in the beginning, but well, you know, you learn to live with what you have, and I wouldn’t change anything in my past.”
“And your parents?”
He frowned his face. – “Why don’t we forget this? You are boring when you start asking questions.” – Laughing he was mocking her. She loved his wit. He kissed her nose the mouth, the he started wandering his hands to her waist, grabbing her head with his left arm strongly, pushing her soft hair and head against his face.
His right hand was cherishing her abdomen over the blanket, rising up to his chest and then with a quick and strong movement he removed the blanket from her body, leaving her completely nude in front of him.
In that moment she felt so excited that she went up to him closing her eyes and kissing everything in the way, without noticing that his eyes were open and vivid like he was just watching TV. Nevertheless Will made his part on the role-play. Smiling when she opened his eyes and saying “I love you dear”, screaming as she screamed of pleasure, and taking the minimum pleasure he could but since he was there why not? The girl was beautiful.
For those seven days that was the routine. Going out at night, sleeping and having sex by the day and if they had the time having the most delicious breakfast and lunches. By that time she didn’t understand why he was missing all the summits and reunions, but what the hell? Maybe he was in love with her like she was with him and if he was nothing in the world was more important than her. By that time she wasn’t even thinking about a thing.
Now, in the limousine, she understood, why he had his eyes open while having sex, why sometimes he was just disinterested, and she felt used. She felt like shit. She screamed insanely washed in tears:
“Why?! Why?! Why me Will? Why my God?”
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