Dorian stood there looking in through the open door that led into the room.
All 6′3″ of his lithe muscular frame was hidden behind the oak tree that shaded the garden doors and small veranda from the hot summer sun.
His handsome face glared at the couple he saw standing there. Dorian was the epithet of all that was unholy and dark in this world, dark in a different way than Remy.
Dorian was rotten to the core. He stood tall and strong and was the epitimy of tall dark and handsom. His boyish good looks could fool the pope, but his charm left something to be desired.
Angel looked just as beautiful as he remebered. Her long flowing hair still gleamed like silk as he hungrily watched her.
They looked uncomfortable at first, But as Dorian continued to watch they grew more and more comfortable in each others presence.
He attributed it partly to the brandy he watched them drink.
He watched as their eyes locked, he watched when Remy stood up to leave, and Dorian felt relieved, untill he saw Angel reached up and grab his arm. It looked as if she were prepairing to beg him to stay as she talked to him.
Dorian watched as Angel threw her arms around Remy, giggling he assumed, since he couldnt really hear what they were saying. Dorian watched as the hug turned different,Remy leaned toward Angel and kissed her.
“That bastard who the hell does he think he is” Dorian’s brain screamed in his head.
The bark of the oak tree was cutting into his hands as his fingers contracted with barely controlled fury. Dorian stood there and watched them longer, crouching down he sat that way tirelessly for a long time.
After their first kiss (or what he assumed was their first kiss) they sat down and started talking, Finaly 3 hours later the man with his Angel stood up,as did Angel.
They hugged like they have been hugging each other their entire lives and yet it was more intimate than that. It was like lost lovers coming together after having been apart for so long and wanting nothing more than to hold onto each other forever.
This made Dorian’s body shake with rage. Dorian knew he had to go and cool down,he would come back later and make sure Angel was still his. Dorian never did love Angel, he did however love how she would do anything he wanted even if she didn’t want to. When he had left her standing there in the rain that day he knew she had been heart broken, but he didn’t care.
He watched her cry and it had pleased him, knowing she had begged him not to leave. Telling him how much she loved and adored him.
Yes this little Angel had loved him like no other woman ever had before. She belonged to him heart,body and soul. That is what he believed. Even coming back here he had looked forward to watching her strong resolve melt when he touched her.
That was untill he had seen the way she had reacted to the man that was with her now.
Dorian wondered how long they had been seeing each other, not for to long he guessed, by the way they acted so timid around each other, but on the other hand the longer he sat there and watched the more comfortable they became with each other and by the end of the evening they acted as if they had known each other for many lifetimes.
This made Dorian uncomfortable and very jealous. He was a controlling man and when he decided he wanted something he would stop at nothing to get it.
He wanted Angel…….