-Trouble In Paradise?-

Xander's POV

I check the perimeter, but still, I don't see her. Before I know it, my feet carry me till I'm able to sight the cars around, sadly, I don't spot her in any, not even in the one I sent a bodyguard to bring her with.

"Fuck!" I hiss, my right hand going into my strands in defeat while my left hangs limply at my side.

Gnawing at my lower lip in frustration, I shut my eyes and inhale to help calm my irritation. Once I deem I have my emotions in check, I produce my phone from my pocket, not having the sanity to walk past the reporters into the club.

I unlock the device and click on Charles's number, only to come to the realization he won't be able to hear me clearly with the cheering and music going on back there.
Putting the call to an end before it even rings, I click on his name again and send him a text to let him know I'm leaving.

With that done, I signal Ricky who happens to come my way. "Drive me." I hand him the key to the Ferrari.

He nods without question and together we stride to the vehicle. He sits behind the wheel while I get into the passenger side. "Where to?"

"Helena's apartment building," I inform, certain he knows the place thus I've been there severally, without Helena's knowledge of course.

He takes the order and drives in the direction of it while the both of us stay silent. Stopping in the driveway of the apartment complex, I look up to see the light on in her room.

"Do you want to come down?" Ricky implores, gazing pointedly at me.

"No, that won't be necessary," I decline, deciding against the idea of going up to meet her thus she may not be willing to accept my appearance. "Take me home."

My eyes remain glued to her window and just before we zoom out of the area, I glimpse her curtain shift and a silhouette appears for a split second. A ghost of a smile settles on my lips as I guess she may be the one.

What if she doesn't want you after this? My subconscious taunts and I can't help but let out a groan as there is a possibility that might happen.

"Any problem boss?" Ricky swerves his attention from the road for a second to inquire.

"No buddy I'm fine," I lie and sigh.

"You can return to the party if you want though," I say with a smile in his direction as we enter my compound and I alight from the car. "I won't hold it against you."

"Are you sure?" He inquires watching me.

"I am." I wave him off. "Go on, don't lose your fun on my account."

"I'll be fine," I assure. "I have Daniel and Ritchie hanging around somewhere, so I'll be here, safe and sound."

"Okay." A grin breaks out on his face, and I chuckle lightly, strolling toward the building. "I should take the car?"

"Just don't crash it." I shrug.

"Thank you," he responds happily and I nod, proceeding to the door where I push it open and step into the vast living room.

I let the barrier bang behind me and kick off my shoes, my vision going straight for the minibar as I'm badly in need of a drink. My feet take me there and so I climb unto one of the stools, thankful to spot a half-empty bottle of vodka.

My fingers reach for the object and I grab a shot glass at the same time, quickly loosening the cap to pour the liquid into the transparent cup.

Not wasting a second, I throw my head back and swallow the content in one gulp, immediately pouring myself another. I do that till I've had like four shots before I conclude to take a break from the liquor.

"Shit," I howl, rubbing my lids in exhaustion and gazing at the liquid swirling in the bottle as I recall the events of the evening.

"Why the fuck did Layla have to ruin everything?" I query the silent room, anger coursing through my veins.

"She just had to show up and mess shit up," I mutter under my breath and silently pray Helena won't give me the cold shoulder.

I wonder why things just had to go down south when all seemed to be alright. I'm certain Helena is growing feelings for me and I won't lie, I'm doing the same.

I just hope this won't be a major setback, if not for anything but my sake. My time is running out, and with what has occurred I'm not sure I'll be able to redeem my soul.

Who knows, this is the price I have to pay. I accepted a deal from the devil and now it has come to bite me in the ass. How did I even think I could eat my cake and have it?

According to Azazel, I got all I wanted, to be rich and famous in exchange for my soul so how did I think I could get it back? God won't even let me hence I should have sought His face in the time of need, rather I went to the prince of darkness.

"Fuck!" I exclaim, restraining myself from flinging the bottle at the wall as helplessness settles in me.

"God have mercy, please." I clasp my palms together and clamp my lids. "I'm not willing to lose my soul to hell, heck I'm not willing to die anytime soon."

"I know I fucked up, but You are a forgiving Father, please listen to the prayer of your son," I murmur. "Because left for me, I have nowhere to turn to now except You."

"I need you now more than ever," I say, running my fingers into my black curls.

"Ple--" I pause as I sense a presence. My whole body tenses as I hear a dark chuckle. One I'm very much familiar with.

My suspicions turn out correct as he asks in a chilly voice. "Trouble in paradise?"

Today is my partner's birthday. This chapter would have come yesterday but I thought it'll be nice to post it today so you'll join us and celebrate.

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So anyone has an idea whose presence did Xander feel? And who do you think it turned out to be?

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