Life, Liberty, Luxury - and Love?: Part I

By Olivier A. Guigues

Many people dream about wealth. With loads of money, life can be fun and easy, but is it really the essential aim in someone's life? In today's society, one could think so.
This story tells about the fantastic yet crazy life of a multibillionaire, never really satisfied... until one day...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books on Demand
• Release date: Dec 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9782322141531

Olivier A. Guigues

Olivier A. Guigues. Born in Geneva, 1966. Raised in Switzerland and the USA. Graduated Machine Design Engineer and Westlawn graduate in Yacht Design. Long career as airline and general aviation pilot. Very interested in the world of Esoterism.

Book preview

Disclaimer and introduction

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Even though some of the names are real, in no way is there any connection between the reality and the following story. I would never have wished to hurt anybody with some of the statements, which I have had to adopt in order to fit with my scenarios. I am not disclosing any information I may have heard or received from persons appearing in these books.

Warning for children: there are some scenes out of a pure sexual fantasy world, sometimes debauchery, which could hurt some sensibilities. It is certainly not a book for children, maybe not even teenagers, what I would recommend.

Furthermore, the mother tongue of the writer being French, I do apologise for some mistakes or unusual phrasings which may come up, despite reading through again and again. Human proof-reading is expensive…

Last but not least, enjoy yourself reading this story, I let you choose which adjective you would like to link to the word story. Have fun!

Life - When we reflect on this struggle [for life], we may console ourselves with the full belief, that the war of nature is not incessant, that no fear is felt, that death is generally prompt, and that the vigorous, the healthy, and the happy survive and multiply...¹

Charles Darwin

Liberty - Over himself, over his body and mind, the individual is sovereign.²

John Stuart Mill

Luxury - Socrates points out that the luxurious city will require an army to guard the city: Then we shall have to cut out a cantle of our neighbor's land if we are to have enough for pasture and ploughing, and they in turn of ours if they too abandon themselves to the unlimited acquisition of wealth.³

Socrates

Love - People don't resist the temptation of new delights. We always deem that other people are more fortunate than ourselves. The crop is always better in our neighbour's field; his cows more rich in milk.⁴

Ovid

---

¹ The Origin of Species, Charles Darwin, Signet Classic, 2003, p. 87

² On Liberty, John Stuart Mill, Longman, Roberts, & Green Co. 1869, 4th edition p I.9

³ Republic, Plato, Book II, 373e, http://www.perseus.tufts.edu

⁴ The Art of Love, Book 1, Ovid, http://www.sacred-texts.com/cla/ovid/lboo/lboo58.htm

Special thanks to my lovely wife who has been very patient and gave me the motivation to publish my writings.

Many thanks to my brother-in-law who suggested to use Book On Demand.

Also many thanks to those of my friends and colleagues who have encouraged me to pursue with my project, but also given me the courage to publish this book.

It has been a tough road and I thank you all for your moral support and ideas of how to publish this book.

Olivier A. Guigues

Check on my site http://www.lllandl.com for any news, events, updates.

Please send me an email to [e-mail] for any remarks, questions or other queries.

Contents

Introduction

Savannah Smiles

Zürich, Monaco Yacht Show

London & Chicago

M/Y Eminence, Jia, Debby

Xmas & New Year in St Moritz

Caribbean cruising, Debby leaves again

Abu Dhabi Yacht Show 2010

Baselworld 2010

Johannesburg, Savannah

Monaco

Japan trip

Beograd

New York and the bankers

Family meeting at the Hampton’s

London, Imperial Wharf, BoBYA

Wedding Savannah

Honeymoon Bora Bora

Long Beach, CA

Washington DC, USCG Patrol Boats

Savannah, White House, Skull & Bones

Monaco & Amsterdam

Geneva, Stefania

Château Malartic-Lagravière

Paris, Aspen, Xmas 2010

Bremen

Houston, Dubaï

Basel, Oyster, Monaco GP, Hong Kong

Monaco Yacht show, Abu Dhabi F1 GP

Xmas in Aspen with Chris & Angela

Baselworld, Panamá City, finally!

Antigua, Istanbul & Superyacht Awards, Monaco GP F1 2012

Senator Chris McGuire's end

Debby’s last flight?

Introduction

September 2009. Despite having a rather comfortable fortune reaching well over two billion US $, Jean badly needed a break in his life: he had enjoyed a promising relationship with a beautiful and sexy Lebanese girl: Nayla, coming from a wealthy family. They had met as her parents came to visit the Monaco office of the company Jean owned: Oceanco, a mega-yacht building enterprise. He wondered around the offices when by coincidence, he nearly bumped into them walking out. The CEO Richard Hein had introduced Jean as the owner of the company and of course, Nayla had been attracted both by his looks and by his probable considerable fortune. She was breathtaking and smoking hot. They made love like five times a day. Jean was throwing money out the window without counting. He just wanted to be with her and share wild sex anytime, anywhere. After a month or so, when she had become more precise about the future, one thing disturbed him: she was a party animal, smoking two packs of cigarettes a day and drinking rather heavily. He had asked her to reduce the smoking, mainly because he couldn't stand the stench on her, and her bad breath, as well as the morning coughing for a 28 years young girl. When Nayla started realising that this man wouldn't marry her, she became wilder, charming other guys, even going out with her previous boyfriend around Monte Carlo.

Early September, after a wild summer, especially for her, they had an appointment for lunch at the Negresco hotel in Nice. Jean waited like an idiot, she never showed up, didn't even bother to call him. He left the place after one hour. Nayla came back home at 19:00, without even apologising!

- Well, we had a good time chatting away, I didn't see the time go past.

- Nayla, do you think I am fucking stupid or what?

She lit up a cigarette indoors, even though Jean had asked her several times not to smoke inside the penthouse.

- Calm down baby. We just chatted and had fun.

- And you didn't even bother calling me, just to inform your official boyfriend that you would come later! Where is a hint of respect here?

- Please, leave me alone!

- Fine, let's do that. Find someone else to spend 50'000 € per week on you! I better get a pleasant and friendly escort girl for that price!

- Do it if that is what you fancy!

- I am sleeping on my yacht tonight, alone. Good night.

- Fuck off asshole!

Nayla had drunk more than enough already.

- Give my your credit cards back, right now.

- Come on, I am sorry. Let me give you a nice blow-job, jerk on my tits, spank me, whatever you wish darling.

- Let's see tomorrow. The cards, right here and now!

She threw them on his desk, he opened his safe and gave her 20'000 € in cash.

- That should sort you out for a few days. Good night.

- Are you leaving me?

- Let's sleep a good night and we talk tomorrow.

Next day, Jean came back home a bit earlier due to a cancelled meeting with one of the prospects for Oceanco, and he found her enjoying herself with three guys on the bed. His penthouse was a huge mess, empty bottles everywhere, ashtrays full of cigarette butts and a horrible stench: someone had vomited in the kitchen, not bothering to clean anything. They had drunk all his Château Petrus 2000 bottles, the only eight he had left!

That was it, enough for Jean to ask her to leave immediately and never to show up again. Afterwards, Jean found out she was a crazy nymphomaniac, struggling to find a husband due to her sexual drives she wasn't able to master. Fucking bitch! Luckily, he had never made love to her without using a condom, despite her reassuring she was perfectly safe and that she was even slowly thinking of possibly having a child with him! She had such great potential and spoiled it all with her sexual life. Jean had always been a straightforward and honest guy, but from that day on, he decided to use women as they would come along. Especially for sex! The only concern he had was that if he should meet an extraordinary woman, then what? He couldn't betray her.

But for the time being, all he needed was an escape while he would have his penthouse deeply cleaned and completely refitted.

1. Savannah Smiles

Therefore, early September, he left Monaco and went to Savannah in Georgia, USA. His good contacts with Gulfstream had opened him a door to living his childhood passion: always fly aeroplanes, no matter how, where and which type! He had been proposed an attractive contract as a test pilot, performing some of the test-flying with aircraft coming out of the production chain, but also some delivery flight to clients. It wasn't a full-time job, just ad hoc, on call when needed. That perfectly suited him since he wasn't doing this for money, but rather to have fun. And obviously, he didn't want to give up his great lifestyle around Monaco, even to live in such a charming place like Savannah.

After a rather busy day experiencing some problems with the hydraulic system of a production series aircraft, Jean went back to his room in the Hyatt Regency hotel, nicely located on the side of the Savannah River. He preferred the Westin on the other side, but Gulfstream had kindly booked the room for him. Rain was pouring down with a heavy thunderstorm bursting out. State of Georgia authorities had informed, and prepared the local people with a tornado warning, which soon got confirmed by the increasing winds during that stormy evening.

Despite being already 9 PM, Jean still felt like eating something, and when he spotted the Outback Steakhouse neon sign nearby on the other side of the E Bay Street, he quickly got convinced of braving the weather and ran over. A delicious, tender Ribeye, cooked to medium, French Fries and a Budweiser made up for his happiness. The friendly and funny waiter Stephen seemed somehow surprised to see him alone. Jean was in a good mood a told him that his friends were waiting for him in a jazz bar nearby.

Getting out of the restaurant, Jean asked the young lady at the welcome desk for a shortcut to go to Savannah Smiles, but she couldn't answer. A black guy standing next to her, very friendly and apparently gay, kindly told him how to get there the quickest possible way. Despite the great shortcut, with the rain still pouring down, Jean arrived at Savannah Smiles soaking wet, and after a quick call to his Freemason brother Dana, he could bypass the waiting queue. Great stuff!

Inside, there was a great ambiance, the modern jazz style of music warming up the hearts. Beer flowed in abundance. Jean met with his friends and the owner of the place, Martin, playing the piano and singing, got introduced to him. Jean wished to pay for some rounds, but his Freemason brothers refused: he was their good friend from overseas and invited on their behalf. Jean had a nice chat with a young guy, studying engineering and hoping to join the Free and Accepted Masons of Savannah. Jean got impressed by the maturity of this young man. The JCB factory close to the airport had shown intentions of hiring him.

Jean was having great fun with glaring at the buxom babes with undeniable advantages, most of them though very young and with the kind of silly American hysterical behaviour. His look was floating around the hall until he spotted this ravishing young blond woman: tall and skinny, tight jeans nicely moulding and enhancing her tiny butt. She also wore black leather stiletto thigh boots. Her half-long, waved blond hair was floating over her tight black blouse, carefully unbuttoned so as to reveal an interesting cleavage. Her beautiful green eyes were a sea of sensuality. An impressive young woman for whom Jean experienced love at first sight. He was so subjugated by her that he had to make an effort not becoming too insistent and clumsy.

Luckily, Martin took a break from playing his piano and came over to Jean, trying to share an interesting discussion about the Higher Grades of Freemasonry, but with the people dancing and screaming around, it was nearly impossible to hold a discussion. The entertaining music didn't quite help for a conversation. Martin also was the President of the De Molay Circle, acting for future young Freemasons, between 16 and 20 years old. Despite all this interesting talking, Jean had to think about his beautiful blond stranger, but he didn't expect too much since many of the women around Savannah were married to men engaged in the armed forces and having left abroad for sometimes up to a few months.

Jean fought harder and harder to master his driving attraction to her. However, remembering his studies in philosophy with some clues confirmed by his experience in Freemasonry, he already anticipated that for his mind, this night wasn't going to be restful: the Freudian theory of dreams which dealt with the repressed sexual urge...

It came to the point where Jean had to make a real effort to listen and understand what his friends were telling him until he had to do something: excusing himself, he found the courage to head for her, still alone, leaning over the bar counter. Once in a while, she had dared a furtive look in his direction, maybe it was a signal, but she would probably never wish to make the first step, she wanted to be charmed.

He greeted her in a rather relaxed but respectful way, and to his greatest pleasure, she answered with a charming and jovial smile, and also revealing a lot of sex appeal.

- Good evening nice stranger!

- Good evening to you nice stranger as well!

- I don’t know how to start, but I’ve noticed we were both looking at each other. I struggled to keep my eyes off you. You are just so gorgeous and nice…

- Well, thanks for the compliments hon’, same here. What’s your name?

- Jean and yourself?

- Deborah, or make it Debby.

- What are you doing in Savannah, Debby, if I may ask?

- Well, it is a long story. Basically in the shipbuilding industry. What about yourself? Holiday in Savannah?

- No, not quite. I have two jobs. Sometimes test pilot for Gulfstream and yacht designer other times.

- That is quite fascinating, combining the two. Well, it seems we have something in common.

Jean liked her attitude: she was a fine young woman, charming, with style. Far away from a slut like Nayla. Debby was to be cherished, adored and taken care of. Jean got attracted both sexually and intellectually. As their discussion went on, he revealed more about his life and occupations and when he told her he owned Oceanco, she admitted being the inheritor of the naval docks of Savannah! Deborah held a DBA which she obtained at Berkeley. What a coincidence!

The music got even more entertaining, and Debby asked him for a dance. They enjoyed themselves dancing and having good fun. Jean was sad when he thought he had to leave back to Europe in a few hours. What should he do? Make the first step and invite her at his hotel, maybe not to make love right away, but getting to know each other a bit further, or should he just let things happen? Jean, with his teachings of Zen and Buddhism, let go of things. Once seated down to rest, sharing a Budweiser, she enquired further:

- So, charming stranger, where were you born then?

- Well, it is a sort of a mixture, I was born in New York as well, but I mainly grew up in Geneva and Monaco. And I was born on the 10th of May 1970.

- So you are 39? I can hardly believe it; you look like if you are something around 30…

- Well, thanks for the compliment. I wish I could ask you the same question, but is isn't appropriate

- It is not, but I can tell you: I am 31. Born in New York on the 10th of August 1978.

- I must admit, you also look younger, I would have guessed a maximum of 25 years!

- Thanks, honey, you’re sweet. I like you already!

- I like you as well. You are charming and gorgeous!

That was enough for her; she had to know how long he would be in Savannah. When Jean answered, he noticed some sadness on her face; she admitted that already separating at this stage would be a shame, that she liked him and was hoping to discover more about his life, his world. She was hoping to get closer to him, without pushing for a sexual relation or a stupid one-night-stand.

He also felt an intense drive to her, a lovely feeling of mutual attraction, and he was on the same page: a silly one-night-stand wasn't worth it. Both seemed to understand each other very well, and Debby appreciated him for being honest. One more beer closed their seduction evening, and feeling so good together, they elected to go to Jean's room at the Hyatt. Jean said goodbye to his friends while Debby went for the restrooms. They had a good laugh about his flirt and made fun of him stealing one of the nicest young women of Savannah. Martin gave him some advice:

- She's a very nice person, but very demanding with men. You can consider yourself very lucky to walk away with her. Treat her well because she's an angel.

- Thank you, my dear Brother Martin. I appreciate your comments and be reassured, I will treat her with the utmost respect. You folks take care, and I hope to see you soon again.

- Yeap, we will. Fly safe and come back soon! Goodbye, Brother!

The worst of the rain shower had gone through, but some small drops were still falling. This night walk back to the hotel did them very well, with a breath of fresh air after all the drinking. Once inside the elevator, Debby gently stroke Jean's hand, which of course increased his sexual desire for her and he knew he was dealing with a trustworthy person. Once in the room, she dragged him onto the bed, and they laid down still wearing their clothes. Their aroused senses got rid of the tiredness since there was such mutual desire. She gently stroke his face and excused herself for being of entrepreneurial behaviour. She told him she wouldn't want to miss a very special moment with him, whatever this would be.

Jean had all he could wish for: this beautiful woman he had spotted amongst at least one hundred other in the piano bar, this one was now lying next to him, and he felt at ease with her, completely relaxed and letting down all the safeguards. Nothing happened that evening, they just fell asleep, enlaced in each other's arms.

Next morning, they woke up by the daylight, having forgotten to close the curtains. The first thing Debby did, was to give him a furtive kiss on the lips. Jean was melting: Debby was so sweet and charming. And the view he got pleased him even further: Debby had this kind of natural stunning glimpse of beauty, where even without makeup and with tousled hair, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Jean got somehow nervous and not knowing how to make the next step. He proposed to take a shower, in common if that suited her. Debby was delighted to see Jean making a further step towards more intimacy.

By undressing each other, both felt happy and in full comfort and confidence so as to then soap and wash each other's body. What was meant to happen took place under the shower, in a torrid dancer's position, with Jean holding up one of her legs. The orgasm they reached at the very same time was intense, both having wished for it since the last evening when they first met...

Debby didn't wear any make-up since she hadn't expected to stay overnight away from her house, but with her natural beauty, she didn't need it. Entering the breakfast room, many people dared a glance at them making up for such a beautiful couple. It was evident that their nice sex session was kind of visible on their faces. Two Gulfstream pilots of NetJets USA came to greet them, having recognised Jean as one of the test pilots.

During their breakfast shared in intimacy, they had to address some issues with their respective lives, even though it seemed premature, but with the lack of time left, both wished to ascertain this wasn't just a stupid one-night-stand. Both needed to know when and where they would meet again.

Debby told him about her office in New York but for Savannah, she preferred going to the hotel. Her favourite one was Mansion on Park, but also the Westin across the river. Jean told her about his penthouse in Monaco at the Seaside Plaza, and his yacht Ilona. Through Oceanco, Jean owned a full share on a Falcon 2000 with NetJets Europe. The fusion of Debby's assets with Jean's would justify the purchase of a share on the Gulfstream, also with NetJets, which Debby's father was already using. Their lifestyle promised to be fancy, split between Savannah, New York and Monaco. For the rest of their housing needs, it could be done using luxury hotels, also through Jean's assets in the Accor group, as well as the Kempinski hotels.

Debby insisted on driving Jean to the airport. If only he didn't have to meet these business people in Zürich... During the drive, it got rather silent in the car as opposed to all the discussions they had shared since getting up that morning. Hardly had they met, and already they had to separate. One more Espresso at the Starbucks coffee shop before Jean went through the TSA security, nearly having forgotten to exchange their numbers and emails! They most probably wouldn't meet again before a fortnight! On the other hand, not meeting every night would make their relationship less monotone and more challenging: avoiding daily routine would indeed preserve a couple unless they loved each other so much that they would become inseparable. They separated feeling sad, yet with much comfort thinking that they would meet as soon as possible, hopefully before the fortnight.

Once back in her car, Debby called her parents, overjoyed:

- Daddy, Mommy, I have met an amazing guy, I think he's the one I have been looking for and dreaming of!

- We are so glad for you dear Debby. When did this happen?

- Last night, I was having a drink at Savannah Smiles until we spotted each other. It then became like an obsession.

- Where is he from?

- Born in New York as well, but he lives in Monaco, he owns his yacht building company, named Oceanco!

- All of this sounds great. And how old is he?

- He's 39 but so fit, he looks more like 30.

- Well, dear Debby, this is great news. Come back to New York as soon as you can, we miss you, we love you, darling!

- I miss you too, but I need two more days around here, then I fly home.

- Don't forget to tell dad's secretary what time you wish to leave, if you can, confirm it today, please. And send us a picture of him!

- Yes, mum. Oh gosh! I completely forgot to take one... I will call her when I get back to the naval docks.

Jean's flight from Savannah to Chicago went all very well, but he regretted having to wait for the entire boarding to be completed, even if he flew in First, on seat 1A and having a charming businesswoman seating next to him. He was dreaming, looking out the window during the take-off roll and felt like a knot in his heart. He got wet eyes.

- Are you all right? His neighbour kindly asked.

- Yes, thank you, sorry for my wet eyes, some emotion...

- Did you leave behind the lucky one you love?

- Yes, kind of. It started last nite...

- Sweet, you seem to have fallen in love with her already. I wish you good luck for your new relationship.

- Thank you, dear. Very kind of you. Excuse me, I need to think about a lot of things.

- I am sorry, didn't want to interfere...

- No worries, thank you for your empathy.

Jean led a spoiled life within a privileged world and sometimes being in contact with the crowds did him well. Some of the people getting rich too quickly lose the sense of the harsh real world out there.

The stopover in Chicago's O'Hare airport's lounge was all fine, using the combined Star Alliance Gold lounge with a dedicated part for First Class travellers. Not quite like the European, Middle- and Far-East standards... Jean called Debby and despite her being in the middle of a meeting, she took the call, so delighted to hear the voice of her new stallion. But she couldn't talk much longer, she thanked him for the call and wished him a great flight to Switzerland. Debby didn't dare to admit how much she had fallen in love, despite these words hanging on her lips, she had to hold it back, it was way too early. She felt like bursting out of joy and love! But they would only speak the next day, unless...

2. Zürich, Monaco Yacht Show

Sunday, 20th of September 2009. Jean's flight LX009 to Zurich was ready for boarding, but as a First Class passenger, he was given the choice of the boarding time and obviously, he preferred to be amongst the last ones to get on board, which allowed him to have one more nice chat with Debby. He was sad to leave her behind, he wished he could have shared the beauty of the Swiss landscapes and the somehow unhealthy, stodgy yet enjoyable food with her, but so it was.

- I am so glad you called one more time before boarding my dear Jean. It is nice to hear your voice again.

- Same here, it is nice to hear you before leaving. How was your meeting?

- Very productive, thanks. We have signed two more contracts for container carrier maintenance.

- This is great news, Debby. I am glad for you.

- Thank you, Jean. Are you sure you must leave today? Could I convince you to come back?

- You could try, Debby. But this is big stuff, I must be there, I am sorry.

- Well, have a great flight and call me when you get there.

- Sure I will. Have a great evening and talk to you soon. I will miss you.

- I will miss you too. Bye for now.

- Bye-bye Debby.

Jean had also asked the front desk to change his seat, preferring to seat in the middle due to lesser noise. When the ground hostess came to meet him, she had the new boarding pass in her hand, with seat 1D. Apparently, there had been another passenger who was delighted to obtain a single seat on the side. The seafood request had been confirmed, so the service was to Jean's expectations.

What a pleasant surprise when he headed for his seat: next to him on seat 1G was a sweet young lady, blonde with a bobbed haircut. Jean nicely smiled at her when he sat down, and she returned his smile with an equally charming one. Finally again a lovely neighbour! Very often, he had somehow arrogant management people as neighbours. The Chief of Cabin Services came to greet Jean personally, not only was he flying in First Class, but also Jean held the Star Alliance HON-Circle card: over 300 000 miles per year! This meant lots of long-haul flying!

When the welcome drinks got served, both chose Champagne and drank a toast to their trip to Zürich. She introduced herself as Dr Ester Guidi, and she worked in the top management of ABB, being the Director of Research! Quite unusual. There was one seat left in First Class, but Ester preferred to keep her seat with the charming company of Jean.

The flight departed right on time, at 20:15 with an expected arrival time into Zürich at 10:25 the next Monday morning.

During the meal, they talked about their businesses and a little about their private lives. Ester was an unusual, fascinating young woman. When it became time to sleep, the divider remained down, both having agreed that it was nicer. Jean struggled to find sleep, having this young woman so close to him, and when she fell asleep, she moved closer to him. Her face was like less than twenty centimetres away from his.

During breakfast, Ester admitted having also had the struggle to find proper sleep and that she had to think about Jean. For breakfast, she moved over and sat facing towards Jean on the footrest that converted into a settee! Face to face...

For the remainder of the flight, they chatted a little further, merely on subjects in the fields of robotics and engineering. Jean loved it, talking physics and engineering with a gorgeous Italian woman. Ester excelled in her domain of robotics.

Once in Zürich, upon arrival, they chose to spend some more time together and got driven to the First Class lounge. Jean took a quick shower and met with Ester for one more espresso, exchanging business cards. He was somehow relieved when she told him she was going to get married in late Autumn. They took farewell to each other sharing a sweet kiss on the cheeks. When Jean got out of the Terminal, he headed towards a luxurious chauffeured black BMW 745i waiting for him.

Upon arriving at the UBS headquarters at the Bahnhofstrasse in the early afternoon, Jean was welcomed by a gorgeous woman with long brown straight hair and such a lovely charming smile… He knew her face from somewhere, but he didn’t dare to ask. She introduced herself to him: Dr Kathrin Mühlemann! How on earth could that be possible? Jean had met her over 20 years earlier, during his quick stay at the High School in Geneva and at University. Jean even got invited to her parent’s house once in a while! She looked better than playmate Ava Fabian but in the same style. Stunning...

She had been married but didn't want any children since she had been too busy with her studies and her career. Holding a PhD in Econometrics and Applied higher math was pretty uncommon for a woman. Her father had retired from his top position as Chairman Crédit Suisse from 1996 until 2002 but remained a member of the Board of Administration. Kathrin was then 38 years and had held an impressive position for the last three years: UBS Executive Vice Director, responsible for the American segment of fusions and acquisitions. Again, how was this possible? Jean had to go to Zürich and renegotiate with UBS: the bank’s performance with the high-level wealth management wasn’t quite up to his expectations, and he was thinking of repositioning some of his assets into other private banks. And there came Kathrin, a good friend and even ex-girlfriend from an earlier time.

The meeting with the bankers went well. Kathrin possessed excellent communication and leadership skills. Going over all assets and files took over three hours, luckily they allowed themselves a coffee break in-between during which Kathrin and Jean exchanged their business cards. She was charming and such a smart woman. When he looked at her, he could remember their beautiful moments spent together, and she could feel it because her feelings were pretty much the same. After the second part of the meeting, Jean was satisfied with the outcome of the negotiations. Kathrin was to become his personal adviser and wealth manager! That was an excellent compensation for the recent flops. The bankers thanked Jean for his loyalty in doing business with UBS and keeping it ongoing. They left, and Jean found himself alone with Kathrin. They could both feel their inner vibration, the sign of reborn mutual attraction. She offered to drink a glass of Champagne:

- So my dearest Jean, to our reunion!

- Yes, my dearest Kathrin! I am delighted to see you again.

- Will you spend a few days in Zürich?

- The way it seems, only two nights, then I have to go back to Monaco for the Yacht Show, which begins on the 23rd.

- Then I would be delighted to have dinner with you before you leave...

- Same here on my side. Can I call you to confirm?

- My boyfriend is on a business trip for an entire week. You can call anytime...

- I see. Fine, I will call you before going back to Monaco.

- You better don't disappear without calling me! Kathrin said that with a lovely charming grin.

- No one can refuse anything to you. Good-bye, my dear.

Jean liked her style with directness and a sense of humour quite a lot. And she was also a stunning, ravishing woman. Why was she on his path, now that he had just met Debby and just fallen in love with her? The VIP driver from the hotel picked him up at the Bahnhofstrasse, and he headed back to his hotel. He was desperate to call Debby, yet it was still morning at home. He tried three times, but she wouldn’t pick up the call. What the hell was going on? Jean started to be worried.

Once back in his beautiful Suite at the Grand Dolder hotel, he took a nice relaxing shower, yet he was quite preoccupied with not being able to get hold of Debby. Neither in Savannah, nor in New York, and not even on her mobile phone. What was going on?

Checking his emails, he saw one of her. Finally, he got news. Unfortunately, it appeared like a house of cards falling apart: Debby was explaining that she wasn't quite ready to fall in love, she was somehow scared the way things had happened: too quickly! Was she probing him or were these her authentic feelings? Everything had started in such an excellent manner, why such a dramatic turnaround, an aberration, such a sharp reversal like a swerve?

Jean nearly collapsed on his office armchair. Was she hiding a husband who had just returned home earlier than expected? Or perhaps was she scared of a new relationship?

Jean replied to Debby he understood her hesitations, and if she were certain of her choices, he would respect it, despite being wretched with such a turnaround.

Of course, it was easier to break up right at the beginning, rather than letting things happen and evolve into something much more complicated and hurtful. What a shame this was!

Jean finished writing his email by informing her that he would leave for an extended trip, aiming to drown his sorrow. But he didn't tell her to which destinations he would travel.

He headed down for the Dolder Grand Bar, found a quiet corner and ordered a strong Mojito. He lit up an expensive cigar, a Cohiba Siglo VI. He needed time to think about the situation. A very attractive Chinese girl sitting at the bar kind of kept looking over her shoulder towards Jean, but he could tell she was a high-flying, expensive prostitute, ready to sally like a wildcat on his victim. Jean reached for Kathrin's business card and called her:

- Hello, my dear, it is me again.

- Hello Jean, I am glad you called already.

- How about having dinner tonight, do you have any plans?

- No plans and it suits me fine to have dinner with you. Are you at your hotel?

- Yes, at the Dolder.

- Good choice, I didn't expect anything else from you! My chauffeur can drop me there within ten minutes. We can have dinner anywhere you'd like.

- With pleasure. I will be waiting for you at the bar.

- See you soon love!

Kathrin arrived, still wearing her business suit, with the same great and smart look Jean had discovered earlier. The Chinese prostitute gave up: she wasn’t up to the standards of Kathrin. Women have this sixth sense or intuition. Kathrin sat down and was surprised to see him smoking a cigar.

- I see, now you smoke cigars?

- Nobody's perfect. Do you mind the smell?

- Not at all, I even quite love that unique smell.

- Then I will finish this one if you don't mind. What would you like to drink?

- Please enjoy your cigar to the end. I will have a glass of Champagne, please.

After the waitress had brought the two glasses, their discussion picked up where they had remained.

- And otherwise, what's up in your life?

- Fantastic, thank you. Just met a lovely woman in the States. What about yourself?

- Sort of. My boyfriend is very jealous, not only within our relationship but also about my position. Not every day easy to cope with.

- Well, I could understand, but he should be very proud of you?

- It would be the optimal case, but it is not like this. Jean, I have known you for a long time, and I can tell your face doesn't reveal happiness and joy. What is the matter?

- I prefer not to bother you with my private affairs, let's enjoy the moment...

- I don't mind at all, we've known each other for such a long time, we are almost like brother and sister. If I can be of any help, let me know.

- I would prefer not to eat alone tonight, and since you've proposed to meet before I leave Zürich, it's perfect timing.

- With pleasure. Would you prefer to stay here or can I take you to one of my favourite places?

- Preferably a quiet place, not overcrowded. Nothing extravagant, light Swiss dishes?

- Have you heard about the Dézaley at the Römergasse?

- No, surprise me, please!

- Fine. I will just need to go home to get changed. I own a marvellous penthouse at the Schoffelgasse, not far away from here.

- Let us go then.

Jean settled the bill on account of his suite, and they left the Dolder Grand Bar, heading to her penthouse. Kathrin was driving a beautiful white Porsche 911 GT, quite unusual for a woman, but why not? She was a careful yet fantastic driver, from what Jean could tell on such a short trip.

Her penthouse was indeed in a great location in town, close to the old town Niederdörfli. She opened a bottle of Champagne, offered him a glass while she went to have a quick shower. Jean saw the picture of her boyfriend on a desk: he was Major in the Swiss Army, and they were together at a gala dinner organised by the General Staff. They looked exquisite as a couple. Kathrin came back quickly and saw Jean looking at this picture. She was wearing tight white trousers with a short black jacket, black stilettos, and her slightly dishevelled brown hair resting on her shoulders. She was looking better and better, very attractive and graceful, with loads of sex appeal...

- My apologies, I wondered what he could look like. He seems to be a charming guy!

- You name it accurately: he seems to be! He's handsome, and I liked him right away when we met. It is all shine, then all he wants is to take the benefice of my father's position, and obtain mine of course.

- Sounds horrendous. Are you sure?

- I am afraid so. We are staying together, until further. But honestly, I am not happy with that bloke!

- Kathrin, I am sorry to hear that, since you deserve only the best.

- Thank you, my dear Jean. And you? What is it with you?

- Would you mind us walking to the restaurant? I will tell you more once we are there.

- Fine, let's go then. I am convinced you will like it there.

And so they moved on foot to the Römergasse, which was just about within ten minutes walking distance. The restaurant was pleasant indeed, and they got a nice table in a quiet corner. After ordering their meal, Jean picked up the conversation again:

- You wanted to know what was going on with me?

- Only if you wish to talk about it.

- Kathrin, we have known each other for such a long time, I trust you like no one else on this planet. Do you think I would give you the responsibility of my investments portfolio if it weren't the case?

- I do appreciate how much you trust me.

- Thanks, Kathrin. So, there it is: I have just met a wonderful American woman, and all seemed like a dream. Today, before our meeting, I have tried three times to reach her, no answer anywhere. But then I got an email from her, stating she wasn't ready to fall in love yet and that our first sharing had been almost too intensive. For now, she only wishes that I leave her alone.

- You should remember that women are sometimes very unpredictable, and that makes up for our charm and the way we fascinate you. Perhaps, tomorrow she will have changed her mind completely and will get back to you?

- Everything happened very unexpectedly. I like her a lot, and it seemed we are the perfect match...

- Why don't we start eating something, then we can have a nice digestion walk back to my place, or ask for a driver back to your hotel? But remember our time at university, when we were so young, enjoying ourselves in a fabulous time and environment.

- Yes, we did have a great time with the only concern, to reach our marks at university and graduate. Skiing together with you was always something special, which I have so much enjoyed every day we've spent together!

- Oh yes, I do agree! It always has been a great moment and with a romantic ending during the nights...

Jean neatly smiled at her, this attractive Kathrin who once upon a time had been one of the most promising girlfriends he'd ever had.

After finishing their lovely dinner, they went for a walk through the centre of Zürich town, a truly romantic walk indeed. She was straightforward with him and offered to share another drink, either at her place or his hotel. Jean preferred his hotel, so they walked back to her penthouse, and she drove him back to the Dolder Grand Hotel. The valet parked her superb white Porsche while they went back to the bar.

The Chinese hooker had found what she needed: an old and fat but probably money-loaded guy. She had saved her night. Poor girl indeed, Jean felt sorry for her. Kathrin ordered just a mint tea, in case she would have to drive back home. After Jean had finished his glass of Merlot, he felt like spending the night with her. He needed solace and thus offered her to stay with him until next morning, which she accepted without hesitation. Once inside his lovely suite, she grabbed his hand without hesitation. Jean felt like shit: he had just met Debby, and there he was with this ex-girlfriend of his, who on top of all was a stunning woman.

- Darling, we have known each other for a long time. You aren't so sure about Debby, and my boyfriend is an asshole. We are here in this beautiful suite... Take me, I am yours for the night...

- It is touching and quite unexpected. If I didn't know you so well, I would most probably dash away. But I know who you are deep inside yourself. You wouldn't offer your body just like that. To be honest with you, I don't desperately want sex, all I need is to sleep in your arms.

- You tell me what you want and need. I just want to see you happy, that face of yours I used to enjoy so much at university.

- The same is valid for you. Tell me what you need!

After a quick refresher in the bathroom, they went to bed. Kathrin was almost naked, having just the bathrobe and a t-shirt. She slid under the sheets, Jean next to her. They embraced, quickly he got an erection, but he just couldn’t make love with her. Debby was overwhelming his thoughts and senses. They had a hard time finding some sleep, being torn apart between the pure sexual desire and their screwed-up feelings on the other hand. Both woke up a few times and just held each other in each other’s arms, but had no sex at all.

The next morning, Kathrin and Jean ordered room service breakfast. Wishing to stay a bit longer with him, Kathrin even postponed her first meeting in the morning. She was awesome, even without make-up. Kathrin appreciated the fact that they didn’t make love, even though she was desperate for it. She knew she could trust Jean. She left him, hoping to see him again that evening. He knew where to find her anyhow.

After she had left, Jean had another look at his emails. Still nothing from Debby. He had to go back to his design office in Monaco. He didn’t feel like spending two nights in Zürich, so he called NetJets, and by luck, they had a Falcon 2000 Easy on standby in Zürich, with a crew for it. So he booked a quick jump to Nice. Sushi lunch, en passant. He called Kathrin to let her know that he would live Zürich already the same day. She was disappointed but hoped to see him again soon, and wished him a safe trip back home.

In the afternoon, it felt good to be with his office staff, at 7 rue du Gabian in the Gildo Pastor Center, the World Trade Center in Monaco. Oceanco was still working according to schedule on the Y706 project, with launching expected on time by the 25th of October 2010.

Since he had met Debby, he hadn’t gone back to his Résidence Seaside Plaza penthouse, located at the Avenue des Ligures. As he had requested, his place got deeply cleaned and refurbished: an interior architect completely redesigned the decoration: there was more light in every room, she made use of bright colours and had replaced some of the furniture, especially the bedroom with the stench in the bedsheets and even in the mattress. After the disaster with Nayla, this place felt again like being his. She was an old story, and he could relax in this penthouse he loved so much. He went for a quick jump in the swimming pool, located on the roof. The view was breathtaking, and he was lucky to be in Block B&C, having almost no noise from the helicopters flying in and out of the Monaco heliport nearby.

The last preparations for the Monaco Yacht Show 2009 had taken place, and the harbour looked like a sea of glimmering lights. It was pure magic, even though Jean knew how many people were starving on this planet. He had been born on the good side of the fence, but sometimes it felt unfair to him. While some individuals were struggling to find food, his concerns were with Debby almost killing him. He felt so miserable that he tried to call her again three times. She didn’t answer any of his phone calls. What on Earth? He had a great job, more than enough money, a fantastic life and just met Debby, who dropped him so unexpectedly, just vanishing!

In his office room, Jean read his emails. One was from Debby, finally, which unfortunately was rather venomous yet sweet:

Stop calling me. You are only hurting my feelings. I don’t want, or can't hear from you again, it is too tough for me. Take care and farewell. I love you….

And another one from Kathrin: Hello my dear Jean, how are you? Thank goodness you've left already, my boyfriend came back home one day early! I miss you and hopefully will see you soon again.

What a situation! Anyhow, he had a few days to enjoy the sea, maybe drop on his yacht M/Y Ilona. Why not? He would have everything done for him, would not be alone and could have a massage anytime, to his liking. So he called the skipper of his yacht, to let the crew know, he would be on board for a few days, after or during the Monaco Yacht Show. They could plan a trip to London with the yacht, which could do it in about six days, with possible stops in-between. The weather was still good enough for a quiet cruise. And since he had all links to the office on board anyhow, he could work undisturbed.

Jean took the decision to make a nice trip to Japan, to forget all his sorrow. Just meeting a fantastic young woman like Debby and now all this? Why? How could it be possible? What happened in Debby's thoughts that could have pushed her changing her mind so radically? What could have marked her soul in such a profound way that she got afraid of falling in love with him?

But before flying and fleeing away, he had some professional commitments to fulfil: the first one being a management conference in London and the second being important as an advertisement window for Oceanco: Baselworld 2010.

In the late morning of the 22nd, a VIP car drove him to Antibes, Port Vauban, where his yacht was anchored, for minor repairs which couldn’t be done in Monaco: it was the time for the Monaco Yacht Show with all the pier spots occupied. M/Y Ilona was ready for the short cruise, and Jean was happy to step on board again. He discussed the details with the skipper, they both looked at the repairs. Everything had been done in a professional manner and in due time.

Jean had to go back to the office, and he would be swamped the next few days: the Monaco Yacht Show 2009, from the 23rd until the 26th of September. He tried to relax during the last quiet day preferring to go early to bed after a light dinner at home in his Seaside Plaza penthouse.

The next day, the 23rd, the world's most glamorous and famous Yacht Show began in nicest weather conditions. The combined value of the superyachts on display exceeded 3 billion US$! Jean was brought to his yacht by helicopter. It was convenient since his penthouse was only 10 min walking distance from the heliport. M/Y Ilona could sustain a helicopter landing, for a model like the Bell Jet Ranger, but it was best if it left again, as a drop-and-go, to have the whole sundeck available. Jean had a busy schedule with several meetings, business lunches and gala dinners.

Dassault Aviation was showing a model to the 1/10 scale of the new Falcon 7X, so he had to drop by as well. And with Oceanco and Lürssen, he had enough reasons to be there anyhow. It was a funny game for Jean since he had one foot on the owner side and the other on the salesman and designer side. He was delighted to be introduced to Giancarlo Ragnetti, the CEO of Perini Navi. The chemistry worked so well between the two that he invited Jean for lunch on board S/Y Riela, their latest 56m ketch and 46th yacht launched the previous year. Jean also met Ron Holland, the designer of the yacht and Rémi Tessier, the Interior designer.

The same evening, Giancarlo wanted to have a private discussion with Jean: it turned out that Giancarlo could feel the passion Jean had for yachts, which they both shared. He liked the works of Oceanco and Lürssen very much, so he proposed Jean to become a business partner with Perini Navi. He could purchase 5% of the capital which was for sale. This would also help to support the launching of their new motor yacht division with M/Y Exuma in satisfactory progress. Jean accepted with pleasure since he had always been a great admirer of the Perini Navi superyachts. It also came out that Giancarlo was Freemason 32° and he could feel that Jean was one as well. As such, these two characters started a unique friendship which was going to last until one of them would die. Giancarlo kindly offered Jean to be his best mate whenever he would get married. It somehow compensated for the weird situation with Debby. Jean was welcome in Viareggio anytime, and their lawyers would organise the joint venture within the next few days. Jean was thrilled, he had always thought the capital of Perini Navi was to remain in restricted hands within Italy, thus entirely inaccessible to the outside.

The next day, Jean felt a lot better and was pleased to meet with Charles Édelstenne, the CEO of Dassault Aviation. Jean had met his son at the Ecole de l’Armée de l’air in Salon-de-Provence, back in 1982. The orders for the Falcon 7X were exceeding all expectations, and the aircraft was a pure technical miracle. Jean also came across Mark Booth, the CEO of NetJets Europe who wasn’t quite sure where to put him: as a Gulfstream test pilot or as an owner and influential businessman. They had a good laugh about it anyhow. That night, Jean got invited on Lürssen's M/Y Solandge for a gala drink party and dinner. Again, like with Mark Booth, Peter Lürssen hesitated how to treat Jean: he was a fantastic asset, but not quite yet a client, which he wondered about.

The following days, Jean stayed on his M/Y Ilona conducting visits, meetings and also organised a gala dinner with thirty guests on board for the last evening. He was doing some advertisement work for the Pendennis Yard, the builder of his yacht. He kept his schedule very busy to refrain from overthinking about Debby, whom he was desperately hoping to see appearing one day at the show, making him a pleasant surprise. But nothing like that happened, unfortunately. He slept alone every night, which was not to his habits.

Debby was omnipresent in his thoughts. He badly felt like an urge for something intense like speed, sex and or alcohol...

Before cruising towards Marbella on the 27th, he called this very unique escort-girl whose surname was Snake. He had spent some nights with her in the past. A blond babe with fabulous tits, at least 34DD and a bomb for sex, good manners and quite smart. She was available, and Jean had her flown in with NetJets on a Falcon 2000. She got on board during their short stay in Spain since they had to cater for some fresh food anyhow. She looked as sexy as the last time he had booked her, wearing tight jeans, high heels and a white Ralph Lauren long sleeve polo shirt, her slightly dishevelled blond hair floating over her shoulders. She wasn't too skinny, just the perfectly round shapes one could wish for sensual sex. On her face, there was this lovely mixture of innocent look and hot babe. He was going to spend 4-5 days with her which would come to about 25'000 EUR but so what… Now he had all he needed for the moment, to try to forget Debby: privacy on a yacht, all services, good food, a great escort-girl and his floating office, with another five days or so to cruise. Her real name was Isabelle, her mother was French and her father German. She spoke four languages fluently and was studying indoor architecture. In a way, it was a shame she was doing this side-job, but it was her life, she had to know what she was doing. Jean proposed right away to have her belongings put in the master bedroom. She remembered this special equipment Jean owned: a quick tester for diseases like Hepatitis and AIDS.

- Do you still have that amazing machine?

- Of course, I am hesitating to sell the patent, but I would like to make a gift to the WHO: just give it to them.

- That would be a nice gesture, as long as it remains in the hands of people with a moral. Jean, you are one of my favourite clients, if not the one. If we do the tests, would you mind making love to me, I mean making love, not fucking me like another hooker?

- Of course, Isabelle, we have spent so many nights together, you deserve to be treated in the nicest possible way.

- Jean, you are so nice to me, I could only wish that more guys would behave like you.

- Let us go do the tests then.

This unique machine asked one individual to give a blood sample by inserting a finger into an orifice, to deposit saliva into a slot and a small urine sample into another small recipient. Within ten minutes, a complete diagnosis would be done, including all infectious diseases known to mankind at this time, but also glycemic-related issues, cancer and other immune deficiencies. The only reason why Jean never tried to sell it was that of the lobbies protecting the medical laboratories. Furthermore, Jean didn't wish to be the reason for producing even more unemployed.

Waiting for the results, they took a nice drink in the Flybridge lounge. Isabelle was a bombshell, and Jean liked to call her once in a while for spending a hot night or a weekend with her. She was more on the submissive side, and she was the one asking to be tied down and gently punished. By remembering some of their previous sex games, he got an erection. She smiled looking at it, rolling her tongue over her lips in a provocative way.

- I want to suck your dick right here, please give it to me...

- That would be great, but for now, let us have a look at the results, and I need to visit the bathroom.

The tests were in their favour: