The Looser Part 2.

One evening in April, Jules's phone rang. It was Patrick.

„Yes?"

She picked it up in the bathtub.

„Hi Jules! Am I bothering you?"

„No, not at all! I'm taking aromatherapy!"

In a bathtub full of huge foams, surrounded by scented candles.

„Aromatherapy? Where?"

„In the tub… you know, I soak my body in fragrant water…"

„Um ..."

She could almost see in front of herself that the boy had blushed, cecouse of the conversation, but it was good for her to be able to suck his blood a little.

„Why did you call me?"

„Well, I bought a car! A Mazerati!"

„Oh!"

Her eyes lit up.

"If you feel like it, we could go and try it out… on the weekend."

„Very good idea! In fact, you know what? I'm invited for a party in Southampton this weekend anyway, you could come with me!"

„I don't know… I have to ask Sophie…"

„Don't do this again! You're not 5 years old, you have to live now, before you put on the ring… and I'll be there too, I'll take care of you, so you won't get tangled up with all sorts of ladies! After all, you are my favorite brother-in-law!"

„After all ... why not?"

„That's it! Come for 2 pm. tomorrow for me!"

„All right."

The call ended, and then she sank deep into the foam.

"This sucker has no sense of danger next to me - he's almost too easy prey."

She chuckled to herself.

The next day they set off and, after occupying the hotel rooms, had dinner in the restaurant area of ​​the hotel after a short sightseeing.

„That was really nice! I'm glad we came a day earlier! „

Patrick raised the red wine to a toast.

„Right? We'll try the spa tomorrow, okay?"

Patrick cut into the steak with a smile. For him, the 5-star hotel, the steak, the wine were all experiences he couldn't even dream of 3 months ago.

„This steak was very delicious! I don't think this beautiful evening should end here!"

Jules put down her fork.

„What do you mean?"

„Let's drink champagne! In an hour, come over to my room and we'll open up a dom perignon!"

„Good idea!"

An hour later, Patrick knocked on her room, where the two glasses of champagne were already on the table.

„Come come!"

Jules pulled him through the door, then pressed one of the glasses into his hand.

„Huh… this is kinda embarassing, but I don't really like champagne."

"Don't be my mother's soldier like this anymore, it's a celebration drink! It doesn't have that much alcohol in it… drink up with a glass for the sake of the atmosphere!"

"Alright."

Patrick scratched the base of his ear.

„But could I have an escort drink?"

"Ah… you're spoiling your expensive champagne with some candied crap…"

Jules said in disbelief.

"I'll check out the mini bar!"

She put down his champagne and went out into the foreground.

As Patrick looked around the room, he backed away a bit and pushed Jules' ridicule by accident. The contents of the bag were scattered on the ground, and the boy panickedly tucked into the little bag all sorts of makeup tools, medicine boxes, and cash. He just put it back on the table in time because Jules was back with the cola. Patrick looked at her like an innocent puppy, then teased. The boy poured his shirt with cola after the first sip.

"Take it off for God's sake, here is my robe for now."

„Thanks."

„ I see your glass is empty! Do you want more?"

"No thanks ..."

He yawned.

"Sit on the bed, I'll get some popcorn and we'll watch a movie!"

„Okay."

By the time Jules returned, Patrick was well asleep. She sat down next to him and her fingers ran into the lush brown curls.

„So handsome… and so naive…"

The next morning, Patrick was greeted by a room with alcohol bottles and torn pieces of clothing lying on the floor. There was nothing on him, and beside him sat the naked Jules, who was just putting on her underwear.

„My God, what happened?!"

The boy sat up in horror.

„What happened!? You seriously don't remember?!"

Came the harsh response.

„No… I don't know, we were drinking champagne…"

"Well…"

She picked up the robe,

„There was a little more concentration after the champagne, because you said you could handle the booze… but after a few glasses you started pushing, and then you tore my clothes… and please, don't make me have to revive the others!"

Her voice trembled at the last words… and her eyes teared.

„What? This is impossible…"

The boy denied.

„That…you raped me?"

„Jules… I…"

"After this, how do I look Sophie in the eye? Oh my God!"

She panicked, crawling up and down the room.

"Of course what happened… is due to an overnight adventure, your technique is not so bad… but how do I live with guilt that I slept with my sister's love?"

She looked at the boy as she chewed the tip of her thumb nervously.

"I'm so sorry, Jules, this has never happened before."

The boy stood up.

„Get something on you, for God's sake!"

She covered her eyes in disgust.

"Look, I'm sorry… and I'll do anything, but Sophie can't find this out! Please!"

He rolled the blanket over himself.

"You're right, she can't find out… never… because I can lose my whole family just because you raped me drunk!"

She glared at him with her teary eyes.

„Jules… forgive me…"

"Now it's best if you go home and we don't meet for a while."

Jules stepped to the window.

„I understand."

Patrick hurriedly left the room, packed up and checked out of the hotel. And Jules watched with satisfaction as the Mazerati drove up the highway.