Anger

Andre slammed his phone on his desk. He was incredibly angry. How dare she go out and flaunt her beauty at that skanky lounge!? Does she have no respect for him?!

He stood up and began pacing back and forth. Just thinking about Anai'ya all dressed up in a room full of men salivating over her made his blood boil. Her beauty was only for him. Only he could have it, others had no right to covet her.

How he wished he could lock her up only for him to see. It was truly infuriating knowing others were able to see her, she belonged to him.

Deciding to pay her a visit he grabbed his coat and cellphone and dashed to the underground garage. Diving into his Alfa Romeo he sped out heading towards the city.

Meanwhile Anai'ya was on her way to her apartment when she got a text.

LEFT BASE. ALFA ROMEO. CITY BOUND.

She chuckled. She knew it. He was on his way to her place. She had poked the bear.

Shaking her head in amusement she drove back to her apartment. Greeting the security guard she drove into the garage. Lighting up a cigarette she stepped out of her car and headed to the elevator. Watching the numbers rise on the monitor she tapped her fingers on the rail, she began to mentally prepare herself. Tonight was going to be long.

Stepping out of the elevator she walked to her door and opened it. Her little baby was nowhere in sight.

That's right little guy, just hide away tonight, it might get dangerous.

Walking into her room she started undressing, planning to take a bath, she prepared her pj's. Filling the tub with warm water and her favorite rose bath bomb and rose petals she stepped into the tub and lowered herself. Making herself comfortable she played some jazz music on her phone.

Her thoughts were a little jumbled tonight. What first started off as a girls night out with her favorite people turned very awkward. At least for her. That man unnerved her. He was incredibly intense with his staring. She was able to figure out that Nadia and him weren't going home together just based on Nadia's strange attitude and his wandering eyes.

Was he good looking? Yes, enough to cause a nosebleed. He was charming and flirty. He had such a beautiful deep voice; it seemed to vibrate in his chest, it was mesmerizing to say the least. She was a sucker for beautiful voices. She had studied his expressions, the way he spoke and took note of his aura. He gave off a wild but gentle manly aura, his body was taunt and sexy paired with that temperament. He was to die for. She had to admit it.

However, she seldom paid attention to others in a romantic way. She had no time for that, or any desire for it really. She could admit that he was definitely up there on her list of handsome men but she had no interest in him as a man. As dense as she was socially and emotionally it was vaguely obvious he was interested in her.

That's why she left.

Staying around meant giving him a chance to approach her and if the lunatic were to find out it would just cause her a bunch of headaches. It was not the time to cause unnecessary problems. It was a critical time for her, Andre was alerted of his operation being attacked and he was probably morphing into the demon he is on the inside. Risking his temper at this time would be detrimental for her.

As she thought of how to appease him when he arrived, it suddenly dawned on her that Andre and Gabriel had similar features. The shape of their eyes and the way their smiles resembled each other was interesting. She opened her eyes in surprise as she took stock of their appearances mentally putting them side by side to point out the similarities.

Wait!

What. The. Fuck!????

How was it possible for them to look so similar?

Was she just projecting Andre's features over this man's?

Her eyes were opened wide as she stared at the ceiling in contemplation.

Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her.

The world was vast, there was bound to be someone who resembled another. Just like there are people with the exact same names, birthdays and such. Handsome men tended to share some features.

She sighed and shook her head. She was tripping, she was all turned around it was probably just her brain messing with her.

She continued to soak in the bath, her muscles relaxing. Her head was leaned back and her eyes involuntarily closed and sleepiness invaded all her senses: she fell asleep.

Her phone was flashing with messages, over ten messages blinked on the screen but Anai'ya was oblivious to them as her breathing was steady.

On the highway there was a madman racing towards her. His hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

She wasn't answering her phone. He had called her and texted but got no response. He willed himself to take deep breaths to calm himself down. Maybe her phone died, maybe she was drunk and couldn't come to the phone.

He decided to just head straight to her apartment and wait for her to return. He'd deal with her then.

Taking the exit he flew towards her condo, running red lights. When he arrived at her complex he drove directly into the garage, his tires screeching at his abrupt turns. He parked his car and angrily walked to the elevator. Brushing past the security guard not bothering to return a greeting.

He impatiently waited for the elevator to reach her floor. The smell of nicotine was trapped inside the elevator annoying him. How disgusting, he hoped the person who was smoking here got lung cancer!

When it arrived at her floor he walked out with a disgusted look. He was thoroughly upset now, first his woman was out flaunting herself and then an asshole smoked inside in an enclosed space plunging the small space with that nasty smell.

He stopped in front of her door and looked at the keypad and intercom on the side. Should he wait inside? Or out here? He knew the passcode, even though she wasn't aware of it yet. Honestly he didn't care if she got upset.

At the same time he figured he should leave her some 'space' and not forcibly invade her home.

On the other hand she was his fiance, what was wrong with him going inside?

He debated with himself for a good while before deciding to wait inside. Keying in the code he stepped into a dark entryway. He furrowed his eyebrows.