Backwards by ameliamcfloyd (ebook reader color screen TXT) 📕

posh restaurant they owned. After about 4 Jacky - Cola on ice, they garnered even further and gave the waiter $ 200 tip. They had to pay not all. After they left, the legendary restaurant, they got into their carriage bursting with PS and made it on the way to another place to have fun.

Michelangelo took place in his dark red Lamborghini Gallardo. With a loud roar, he started his car. They had a long journey ahead. Their route ran through almost the entire city of New York. Michelangelo was traveling with more than 300 items on the prescribed speed limit, but that interested him very little. With 350km / h then he raced through a small section of New York city, before then subsequently only trees paved her route on both sides. When they arrived at their destination, they were almost to the border in the neighboring state.
Finally, they went further and began outside the club, "A Piece of Sin" halt - an amusement park just for men - a strip club, which was full to bursting, as they entered it.

Numerous light - and laser effects were the dancing people and the dance floor in neon red and green light in the exchange. Almost everyone dancing raised his hands in height and let her up. Both of the women - and the percentage of men were equally divided. There were about seven dance pit two major and five minor.
On the larger, three Gogo sprawled - dancers on the bars. Skillfully and with professional ease, they attracted the lascivious glances drunken men to be with you for some lords of creation could certainly speak of a seasoned guy.

Exactly this proportion seemed to have misunderstood the wink of sexy dancers and they understood rather as an invitation to more. Two beefy, probably pumped full of steroids Security - men, appeared out of nowhere and made short work of the five rowdy young men. Roughly grabbed by the neck, they were quickly brought to reality and made the club. A small incident as in any club where staying pretty women occurs.
All five had trouble in the coveted VIP - get places. As two more approaching walls, seemed the rollicking, thoroughly celebrating crowd wanting to crush it. Often they had to block off the rightful hands on it, which were carelessly swinging to the beat. A little later, the five measures already at one of the coveted tables in front of the strippers place and ordered a large bottle of Don Perignon, who was immediately beheaded and flowed like water ...

Vivienne was very concerned that they could not reach Celeste and the history between April and Marcus they would not let go.
She called Marcus, because she knew that if Celeste at home could not be reached and her BlackBerry was out, she was in Marcus' bed.
She moved quickly to a shirt and hotpants, went down to the elevator, into the garage. She got into her cherry-red Bugatti Veyron one with cream colored seats made of crocodile leather. They drove up to the circles then opened the garage door by itself.

With her usual speed, she raced to Marcus. When he arrived in Madison Avenue they parked the Veyron. After she completed her driver's door, ran straight into the penthouse in the view of Central Park.

She ran up the stairs and banged on his door like a lunatic. A little later she heard a tired female voice moaning and coming closer and closer, grinding, naked footsteps on the floor. Only in a white towel around the basin, which covered the male genital, Marcus opened the door Vivienne.

"Why did you knock for so rough?" He asked.

"As you can see, I had already had my fun!"

As he heard the sentence pronounced Vivienne how another woman sprawled in bed. She wondered how he could have the heart to fuck himself throughout New York, while his girlfriend has vanished without trace. Vivienne disgusted Marcus's ruthlessness and cold-heartedness.

"Honey, who is there at the door," asked the stranger overslept.

He turned to a "treasure Nobody! Nobody in particular to bring out "what they would then discourage further questions.

With a cool mine turned back to Vivienne. Although she was irritated to the utmost, she remained calm, but Marcus knew her too long to know that she was no longer inside curb rage.

"Who's that in your bed?" Asked applied Vivienne him.

"This is Jane! Would have come earlier ... But who is late is punished by life, is not it? "Replied Marcus Vivienne, casually.

Vivienne was close to a tantrum. For any outsider it would be advisable that a wide berth Vivienne.
Marcus seemed but little to impress not to.

She could not but feel relieved their deep contempt towards him but remained unresolved.

"I thought Celeste sleeps with you! Where is she? "She questioned him further.

"I do not know, I was too tired to drive them on their doorstep and they sell there, so they've stopped just before my home. From there she was on her way home. How should I know where she is? Do I look like her nanny? "He countered, annoyed.

Marcus gave her a long with his green eyes and smiled boldly. He looked a good while.

"How do you actually to show up just like that with me? If I remember correctly, you can make me really really hate to death, or that has changed in the meantime? Did you actually someone told you before how damn sexy you look when you get angry? This look makes me incredibly, could you make it with smooth even at the door ... "he remarked provocatively.
Vivienne thoughtfully lowered her gaze to the floor. Marcus tried again make eye contact with Vivienne, as he quickly took notice of how they stared thoughtfully at the ground.

"And? Even the found what you were looking for? "He provoked them.

Only now she realized where her gaze rested a good time and felt embarrassed. She noted that she has acted in haste yet further.

"Dream on! Go to hell, Marcus, "she hissed at him.

"Too bad ... would certainly become interesting ..." Marcus replied with mock disappointment.

Vivienne left his penthouse and returned to her car. She climbed back into their Veyron and raced toward 5th Avenue to Celeste's parents, Marguerite and Damien Whinchurch. A short time later was even before "The Dorchester". Immediately rushed her to the Page to open the door and followed her down to the hotel reception.

"Hey Ray, I wish to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Whinchurch. Are they there? "

"But of course, Miss Vivienne, I assume that they know where to find the family Whinchurch ..." said Ray, the receptionist.

"Yes, would, I know now." She said with a big smile.

Unerringly she strutted to the already fetched from the bell elevator, turned to him.

"I want to check out the 65.Etage" she ordered him politely.

"As you wish, Miss Turner." Said the elevator boy then turned around and put the elevator in motion.

A short time later they came even in the 65th at. They ran a petrol-colored hallway and immediately came to the president - at Suite.

Although she found neither before nor Margreth Damien Whinchurch but came Meredith stormed to her.

"Thank God you're here, Vivienne." Said Meredith, Celeste's easier older sister.

Vivienne knew at the time what was the real reason for Meredith's deep dismay.

"Where is Celeste? Marcus said that she was on her way to you, "she asked gently with her.

Meredith ran suddenly tear-stained face. Vivienne it broke my heart they to think so.

"I thought at first that she would stay with Marcus on this night, and then I opened the newspaper and read that my sister had from strangers ..." Meredith said glumly.

Meredith, Celeste's sister went up to her and hugged her tightly. Vivienne who do not understand, could not understand was what was just said before, stood there for a while and just let Meredith's words act in itself. She looked at Meredith indignantly. It shook her to the core.

Vivienne took Meredith in his arms and had to cry himself. She felt her heart was bleeding really like. She felt the heartache she would crush the same.

When Meredith has calmed down, she was silent for a moment. They did not really know what to say. Sadly she watched Vivienne.

"I just can not believe what happened ..." remarked Celeste's older sister with exhausted voice.

"Would you now for a bourbon," she asked with a sobbing voice and red eyes.

Vivienne turned to Meredith Sheer howling was her mascara was completely obliterated. Black tears rolling down.

"Give up the whole bottle since we share ourselves, okay?" They advised her.

"Hmm ok." Agreed Meredith.

Vivienne spent the whole evening with Meredith, they looked at albums and captured moments of Celeste. Some of these photos, they had the impression that they had been shot only yesterday, yet they were a few years back. Both Meredith and Vivienne haunted this question through their heads.

> Why Celeste 4. Sad certainty

She pulled away gently from Meredith that her head bet to Vivienne's lap, and with her arms clasped her hips. When she manages to break away from Meredith's grip, she crept silently outside. She grabbed her car keys and closed the door softly behind him. On Zehspitzen she ran to the elevator. Vivienne asked the elevator operator to bring them down. With a gesture, to lift even a little later put in motion. One could argue that the elevator was floating down.
Before long, she was already back in front of their Veyron. She got in, went on the accelerator and roared back to the House of Turner - on the other side of Central Park. The thought of Celeste's death, she could not shake. Countless questions swirled aimlessly through her head. The streets were unusually little ride today. They had a hair missed the driveway, lost so much in their thoughts. Vivienne Veyron parked her in the garage and turned off the engine to be able to leave their cars next. She stumbled a little woozy from the rest of alcohol, to the elevator and pressed with a lax hand gesture button to 50.Etage.
The melodious, female voice from the speaker read them know that she was the right floor and opened the door.

They came in the living room where they were already waiting for her parents Howard and Roselyn. Her mother's face was still marked by worry, as her daughter on the way tu her room unsteadily, followed.

"Where were you! Are you drunk? "Asked her mother.

But Vivienne was that ensure met face seemingly cold. She herself still struggling with the very sad news. Even if the impression was mistaken, since it was the emotion of her sort itself.