The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

He had booked their suite in the most expensive of London's hotels, the Langham Hilton in Portland Place (that had been for a longtime the BBC Headquarters), sharing with the Primrose Hill Restaurant the Victorian style, filled with decorations and golden furnitures reminiscent of Italian artistry and with a legendary, infinite ballroom that recalled the celebrations during the highest moments of worldwide British domination.
He had spent an offensive sum of money for Kass's birthday but he wasn't regretting it at all: their night would have been memorable, perverted and magical, witha woman in love and so hot to satisfy all his desires.
1000 pounds: who cared? He didn't have better projects which his money could have been useful for anyway.
They were going to have fun,and Kass would have felt loved.
Their room was fairy-like: old fashioned furnishings made from ancient oaks, Brunei-inspired rich carpets, the crackling of the fireplace and then all modern life facilities too: tv, hydromassage, satellite, fridge-freezer and into one of the three cupboards all night robes offered and made of pure silk.
they felt at ease being two scions of rich families who could taste the pleasure of their affluence: that happened to Jill there for the very first time.
Kass took minutes to freshen herself up and he took his shoes off before getting ridding of his tie; his suitjacket went on the couch and he laid back on the bed, his arms stretched over 6 massive brocade pillows, waiting for the companion to be with him.Foretasting her entrance from teh bathroom to the bed he started to guess which tonal range of lace she had chosen: Kass knew she was exciting and she was up to prolongue with astuteness her strip-teases, pushing and weightening up and down and from one side to the other her Junoesque chest, till Jill wouldn't have resisted to the impulse of plungin there as well, ending by throwing her over the mattress.
It did happen exactly so, with huge reciprocal satisfaction, but she didn't dig he couldn't avoid to sleep immediately after his orgasmic chill, once more.
She was up to have cuddling and caresses, she was up to talk with him about certain projects she had, she wanted to feel him near also after the pressure of his sexual needs but she had to resign for all this to come after his resting dreams.
Too late, she recriminated.
She lightened her cig up, cos like he was sleeping for kisses and pretty gestures, he wasn't going to extract it from her hands either. A little revenge.
Discharging cig ashes into the crystal ashtray she saw the tiny jewelry box aside it; she took it,she opened it and she finished to go it out at half a millimeter from the pendant, burning quite the padded surface it was on.
"It wasn't a trinkle I was expecting tonight you bastard..." and as she said it, the grudge got mixed up with inkling.
A couple of hours later, Jill woke up and trying to find her aside him with the hand he got she wasn't in their bed.His eyes opened straight and he turned the lamp on: she was standing at the window, arms folded, the silk dressing-gown open and she was lookin directly at him. Accusatory.
"What's up sugar?"
"You know it.There's always just the same thing that doesn't work with you.."
"Listen dear, please.. why should we talk now of that again? I don't wanna ruin this night?"
"It's already ruined, this night!" And she pointed her finger at him "It's already trashed in my head!"Her screaming was to curb her tears out.
Again.
Always the same refrain.
What the hell she wanted from him?
He was fond of her, and he was haring a bed which had costed him 750 pounds with her- if she would have just dignified herself to stay there-, he had organized a dream for her and ultimately, why she was talkin so resentfully?
Why all that rancour against him like he was a pappa, when for months he had constantly said to her he did love her? He felt like he was ready to burn inside...
"Kass, calm down.Don't get paranoid, it does on my nerves and you know it.."
"Oh.. sweet darlin!! I get on your nerves then with my paranoia? Aren't you maybe nervous cos I am not just someone who likes to be shagged?Maybe? You need to know how much YOU do get on MY nerves dear..."