#colivier

Fifty minutes later, after trading her white, saint-like Ralph and Russo couture dress for a shorter and much more revealing black mini dress, they arrived at AU. They had no issues entering the premises, of course, and was immediately taken into the VIP room. “We’ll start with a couple of bottles of Dom,” Delphine told the waitress. “And we’ll work our way in.”

“Congratulations,” she said to Olivier once the waitress left. “You threw some very satisfying punches tonight. It was a marvelous thing to watch.”

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“When does the fight start?” she asked Olivier as she was walking, trying to find a looser spot to be in. “I’m here for the drinks and the fight only and I’m not sure how long I’d last before I go up to one of these pests and rip their eyes out.”

When Delphine finally got home, it was awfully late and she was awfully spent. First, she went on a date to avoid attending a party. Secondly, her date brought her to the same party where she ran into Damon Rutherford and banged him again. In an elevator this time. And last but not least, the créme de la créme of the evening, she found out that her sex life, one she had tried to keep a secret, was hot news. That means, her job was and possibly her life were at stake. People could start questioning her loyalty and that would be the last thing she needed.

Everyone at home seemingly knew something was wrong. Her housekeeper, Madam Perusset, offered to draw her a bath and make her some tea when she got home, something she didn’t do daily. Her two Doberman Pinschers, Hades & Persephone, stood tall beside Madam Perusset and watched Delphine enter the foyer from a few feet away instead of immediately approaching her with grace as they usually do when she got home. Their suspicion was confirmed when Delphine immediately went upstairs to the study and sat in her leather chair.

Delphine’s dogs, whose loyalties to her knew no bounds, stayed in the same room as hers while Madam Perusset left the room after being dismissed—politely of course—by Delphine. Seeing no change in their mistress’ mood, the two canines kept their distance and watched as Delphine lit up a cigarette. 

She knew she should’ve returned Olivier’s calls or better yet, actually not snuck out of the event without him. But she just didn’t want to deal with it yet. She needed to come up with a strategy, but she was already drunk from the drinks she had back at Rendezvous and she was rather pissed about everything.

Unable to handle it all, Delphine used her arm to sweep everything off the desk. The loud noise of the vase shattering against the floor caused her dogs to sit up and Madam Perusset to come back into the room and stood there, too scared to ask what was going on. She knew that the only person who could handle it was Olivier. Which was why she hurriedly left Delphine where she was and dialed Olivier’s number.