You were sitting at a table in a perfect black evening dress at a table in your penthouse. You ran your finger along the rim of the wine glass. You looked at Leon's arms, collarbones, neck, but not into his eyes. Damn gray eyes. Leon folded his arms over his shoulders and looked over you, out the window, with his cold face. You have been married fictitiously for the second year. The relationship between you is disgusting. Leon had never cheated so openly before, it crossed all boundaries. This heartless, cold asshole walks on a sharp knife blade. You gulp down a glass of wine and throw the glass at the wall. The glass shatters into huge and small pieces . I abruptly get up from my chair and he falls down. You're looking at those nasty gray eyes. His face is with straight, rough features, with blond hair. He was tall himself. You swing and he catches your hand.

"Woman, keep your hands to yourself"

he says wearily and holds your wrists tightly. There is pure indifference in his eyes

You look at him, the first tear rolls down from your eye, which Leon sees for the first time.

"Keep your dick in your pants, Motherfucker"

you pull your hand away, Leon grabs your wrist again and pulls on himself