Cal, now wide awake again, looked at her speechless at first, before he started laughing.
"Don't be silly."
"I'm not; I'm completely honest."
Cal leaned forward on the desk, resting his palms on it. He really shouldn't have drunken so much.
"Now, who would marry you?" he asked her both mocking and belittling her.
Clarissa would've none of that. She had realized already what this was all about, but for now she decided to play along.
"He's a decent man and he loves me."
She knew of Cal's mood swings.
"Who could love a whore?" he laughed up again obviously to hurt her.
Clarissa just shook her head knowing what he was really thinking.
Cal sank back into the chair the alcohol overcoming him.
"You can't marry. I forbid it."
Indeed Cal thought that he could treat her like one of his employees. He had always believed that Clarissa too was satisfied with this life.
"At this moment you're the one being silly."
Clarissa wouldn't back away. She wanted a family and children like every other woman and she was tired of waiting. Albeit Cal having told her that it couldn't be and she having said that it was fine was her – their arrangement it wasn't really what she desired.
"Cal, in all true mean we both knew that this…that our relationship couldn't go on like this forever…that we would eventually break up. I think its best doing it now, before anyone of us gets offended even more," she told him loud and calm – like Cal remembered his mother speaking to him.
He snorted, blowing a raspberry in an attempt to make himself feel better – to make the pain so away. Cal didn't answer her. He did nothing to show her what it really wanted.
You're an ungrateful slut!
"Maybe you two could talk together. You'll certainly realize that he's a good man and...of course that won't be the last time we meet," she quickly added. "Cal, come on, say something."
I doubt that your husband would allow me to meet you in the way I want.
Inside of course Cal knew that she was right. Somehow he should've seen this day coming. After all Clarissa had been with him for what –ten years – now? Never really complaining, but still seemingly wanting something that he couldn't give her or most likey didn't even want to. He realized now that she was leaving him as well.
"Okay, Cal, I've rented an apartment. Here's the address," she threw him over a card "If you want to visit, you know where to find me."
She walked especially slowly seemingly expecting for him to say something – letting him prevent her from what she was about to do - with the one words that she longed to hear, but they never left his mouth and once more she was left slamming her shoulders in hurt and defeat.
That should be proof enough to you – she thought sadly clearly having awaited some other reaction.
Cal watched her departing – he couldn't bring himself to open up to her - until she was out of sight.
"Yes, go, you little whore! Go away, I don't need you. I don't need any one of you!" he shouted after her not sure, if she had heard him.
…
Dimly he stumbled upstairs laughing, choking – filled with emotion.
I never knew that a person could be this lonely.
He opened the door with a rush, starting to throw around the things in the room. It was past eleven, but Fabrizio instantly woke up. He grabbed Cal drawing his arms together behind his back, struggling to calm him down.
"Mr Hockley, you've got to stop."
Cal wriggled around some more, but soon realized that Fabrizio had gotten the upper hand now. He grunted, Fabrizio letting go of him realizing that his outburst had ended – Cal finding himself in a very uncomfortable situation.
He had never freaked out like this in front of anyone before. Caledon Hockely wasn't used to losing self-control.
Fabrizio stood behind him, waiting patiently for Cal to say something.
"She's an ungrateful whore!" he screamed.
I guess that means that his woman is gone too.
"Honestly, Mr Hockley, does that come as any surprise to you?"
Cal looked at him stunned and angry. He wouldn't acknowledge though that he had very much the same considerations.
Once again Cal decided for the easy way out, by doing what he could do best.
"I don't think that you're in the place to tell me anything, Fabrizio. Remember your so called friend?"
Fabrizio however, understood perfectly well how Cal was really feeling.
"This is not about me now or Jack for that matter. You can ridicule me all you want, I don't care, but we both know that this is not the real issue here."
"How was she supposed to act? You've never given her any reason to…," he stated matter of fact.
Cal turned around shooting him an angry glance.
"Oh shut up, you trash!" he hissed.
"If it makes you feel better to belittle other people…fine with me," Fabrizio told him not at all frightened. "Still that doesn't change anything," he added seriously.
"I told you to…," he shouted in fury.
He wanted to hit Fabrizio, but was stopped – Fabrizio blocking his fists in time.
"This won't help you now."
"Maybe not, but it won't make anything easier for you as well!" Cal screamed out. "You're going to rot here forever and you know that…you know that…your so called friend won't return!"
With that he opened the door again, locking it from the outside.
He was Caledon Hockley richest man in town. If this slut Clarissa didn't want him anymore he'd surely find someone else, who'd be more thankful and happy to be at his side.