Deacon led Jade to his grey- black Porsche and opened the door for her and Jade slipped in. They drove through the dark night. No stars could be seen on the sky just heavy clouds. The heat was very close. Perhaps it would rain tonight, Jade thought. And as if she waved a magic wand the first raindrops fell on the pane. The rain got louder and louder while the storm grew heavier. Inside the car Deacon and Jade kept shtum. Deacon starred at the street in front of them and concentrated on the driving. Jade didn´t know if this was good or not. Not to talk meant not to argue, but otherwise this silence scared her. She felt queasy and wished he would just say something, anything, so she could answer and relieve tension. Blade but nothing happened.

Against all odds she wished he would long for her hand or turn and smile his fatally smile. Maybe she was just a girl and the endearment they shared a few minutes ago it was like to be thrown in the deep end. But Deacon stayed unapproachable.

Ten minutes later which seemed to Jade like hours they reached Deacons primary club with the penthouse in the top of the building. The storm had turned out to a thunderstorm and bolts lighted the sky. Deacon parked a few meters from the entrance but when Jade got in she was soaked to the skin. Her cutty blue skirt was sticked to her skin and her hair plastered to her scalp. She shivered when they got in the elevator but Deacon deigned to look at her. He stepped out first and opened the door to his apartment with his code and Jade didn´t look at it at all. She did not want to know it at all and she wouldn´t tell blade anything.

Deacon entered first and Jade had to follow. His contempt of her was shown hard and deep. He walked away while Jade stood still in the living room not knowing what to do. He returned with a towel and one of his shirts.

"Get yourself dry and change." He ordered. "You´re sopping my expensive carpet."

Before Jade could answer he turned and left again.

While Jade changed and rubbed herself dry, her anger came back to her. What was this arrogant rogue thinking about her? She wasn´t here to excuse but to safe his damned unlife. She put on the shirt and walked after him.

She opened the door to his bedroom where he had disappeared and stormed in eager to tell him what she things about his decrying behavior.

"So, Deacon, it´s enough, you can´t treat me like this, you…. ….. fuck, you´re naked." She screamed.

Indeed he stands there full naked, towel in hand. Jade swallowed. He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, I am. You are in my home in my sleeping chamber and no one asked you in." He answered cold and challenging. "Tell me what you wanted to tell and then leave." He made no afford to dress.

"Fine." It would be to concede defeat to leave now. "I´m here to help you and you should be thankful for it after all you done to me. You have no right to treat me like that." Her voice was strong again.

"I don´t know why you are here. Perhaps you´ll tell me, before you make demands. But if you wish, I will show myself thankful." He challenged her in a dangerous tone and stepped towards her.

Jade wanted to shy away from him, but that also would mean to concede defeat so she stood still.

"Go away from me." She hissed.

"Oh, I won´t. You´re a selfish, spoiled girl and I´ll show you know, that you can´t behave like this with me."

Now Jade tried to get away, but of course he was faster, much faster. He reached her hands and pulled them over her head to the wall. She tried to kick at him, but he was to close so there was to less space to make it effective. His face was so near, their foreheads met. His lips just a few inches away from hers, he whispered.

"You want that, aren´t you?"

"I want you to let me go. I hate you." She cried out desperate.

"You hate me? Fine, that will make it easier."

Deacon kissed her so hard, she can´t breathe anymore, his body pressing against her.

She winded and fighted, but it was no use. Just before Jade blanked out, he let her go. Sweet air poured into her lungs and felt dizzy. Deacon picked her up and carried her to his bed. Not until she felt the blankets under her, she began to struggle. It was futile. He removed the shirt and his hands wandered over her breasts. He pressed so hard she screamed in pain and kicked even harder.

"Do you like it, sweetness? Oh no, I forgot, you hate it, right? Oh, I will make you beg for more." He told her with a little laughter.

"Let me go, you fcking bloodsucker. I will kill you for this." Jade warned him.

He laughed louder. "Oh yes, you certainly do this."

He undressed her entirely and, with one hand still holding her arms, his other hand caressed her.

All her struggling just pressed her nearer to him, so she lay still, while his hands wandered over her body and against her will she got more and more impassioned. Deacon realized her thrill and let her arms go. Jade wrapped them around him, and replied his kisses eagerly.

After they made love, they laid on the wet sheets, their sticky bodies cuddled up together.

"Fine." Deacon said when he calmed down. "I´m a little less angry. Tell me what you wanted to tell me. But not here. Dress und come with me."

Jade slipped from the bed, put on shirt and panty and went after him. He was on the terrace, in pants, naked from the waist up. The thunderstorm was over and the air was warm and damp. The only light came from the under- water spots in the pool. The movements and curls of the water threw soft shadows on his face. He waited till she sat down next to him and reached her a cigarette. She took it and gave him a thankful smile.

"So, sweetness. Tell me." He requested.

Jade starred into the sky where the last clouds moved on fast. Then she told him.