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I got into the limousine completely agitated and for a moment didn't know what to think or feel. A strange feeling crept over me, like something terrible was about to happen, but I quickly put it down to Alba having done who knows what.

"Buenas noches, jefe. Todo bien?", Hektor tore me out of my confused thoughts and immediately I stared at him in the rear-view mirror, frozen. He really just wanted to know if everything was ok and yet, for a moment I seemed completely speechless. An inner voice mercilessly forced me to seek Isalie immediately, but I brushed her aside, painful as it was, for she was safe, Alba was not...

"Si, solo llévame a casa rápido!" I instructed him to drive me home immediately and watched him scrutinize me with concern in his dark eyes before I darkened my gaze from his discs to watch the houses go by.

I felt like I'd be in this car for ages, but when we finally got to my villa, I got out without saying another word to him and ran over to the front door, which I still felt completely nervous about caught unlocked, to then immediately go to the living room.

As soon as I entered this, a rather slim, small brunette came up to me, whose face just looked worn out. She must have been the girl who had sobbed so loudly on the phone at the loss of her makeup.

"Qué ha pasado?" I wanted to know in a dark voice what had happened, but she seemed so intimidated by my trembling body and my charisma that she just looked at me with big eyes and started to tremble.

I didn't have time for that shit.

I was about to pass her when she suddenly put her delicate hand on my arm and stopped my movement.

"No sé. La encontré asi!", she explained anxiously, not knowing what had happened and pointed to the couch, on which I suddenly saw Alba lying, covered and hardly visible.

"Alba," I whispered and kept walking towards her, but stopped briefly to turn to the little one, who started crying again at that moment.

"Leave my house and don't come back!"

She looked at me, but quickly turned her glassy eyes away from me. Body shaking, she disappeared around the corner into my hallway and I really hoped I would never see her again.

"Emilio," I heard Alba whisper next to me and immediately sat down on the edge of the couch to put my hand on hers, which was resting very still on her abdomen, to calm her.

"What happened, Alba?" I tried to stay calm and took a deep breath. A volcano was already bubbling inside me, just waiting to erupt, because on the one hand I saw all those empty bottles of alcohol again and on the other hand, Alba didn't seem to be hurt at all...

"I-" she started, looking at me pleadingly with her brown eyes. "I can't do this anymore," she finished her sentence and then started to cry. As if the other siren wasn't bad enough.

"What can't you do anymore?!", I wanted to know a little louder and already felt how my dark side was about to gain the upper hand over me. Only anger and hate seemed to exist inside me, because she had detached me from my butterfly for no reason and she had to be punished for that...

"Who is she?" she asked suddenly, wanting to take my hand in hers, but completely taken by surprise by her brazen question, I hurriedly got up and fixed her with my angry gaze so that I could watch very closely how she swallowed hard .

"Out of-"

"No!", she suddenly said and became louder towards me for the first time. I couldn't find the words because now I really felt the need to kill her for all the shit she was doing with me. "I'll do anything for you here and as-"

I didn't let her talk another second, but turned my back on her as fast as I could to just run away, otherwise I would really kill her. I could already feel my chest tightening and my patience almost gone.

"Emilio!" I heard her trembling voice behind me, but I just kept walking, somehow trying to calm myself by imagining my butterfly lying in her bed right now, possibly holding a book in her hands.

She sure looked adorable...

"Emilio Torres!"

Just as I arrived in my wide entrance hall, I felt Alba's stubborn grip on my arm and immediately turned to grab her by the neck and pinned her against the wall behind me with great pressure.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" I growled at her hostilely, but she didn't seem scared of me at all anymore. On the contrary. She suddenly started laughing, even though she could hardly breathe from my grip on her neck.

"You don't want me to go," she croaked out, looking at me with those glassy eyes like she was the one in charge now.

"First you used me a week ago with a passion that was completely new to you and then you can't even cum today. I'm not stupid! I know you thought of another one!"

And then I realized something...

I would either have to calm Alba down or kill her because she was surrounded by a darkness just like me and where she was only a casual whore to me at first, she could now become a real danger to my butterfly. Who knew what such a morbid obsession could trigger in one.

If I was willing to do anything for Isalie in such a short amount of time, what was Alba capable of, who had been fighting for my love and attention for so long and energetically.

"But it's not bad," she whispered very quietly, putting her hands on mine to gently remove them from her neck. "Think of someone else," she added seductively and, to her soft words, stripped down her nightgown so that I could see her plump breasts.

And I really decided that I'd rather fuck her and think about my butterfly than just blast her after this exciting evening.

But should I really decide to draw Isalie into my darkness, then Alba would not be allowed to live anymore, I never realized that more than in this moment when her full lips touched mine and I took in the full extent of her obsession felt...

Who else, if not boundless love, is capable of being fucked by someone who thought of someone else...