He always preferred brunettes but the first time he saw her he knew she was his soul mate. She was dressed in a black dress, her shoulders bare and her blond hair was up in some elegant twist. When her baby blue eyes found his he knew. This was his woman, his soul, his world. He knew she sensed the same because she smiled at him.
When he took a step in her direction someone came between them. And then he saw her smile and laugh at this man forgetting all about him.
He closed his hands in fists, his blood boiling with rage. Who was this man thinking he could make his soul mate laugh. How dare he touch her?
He followed her around keeping his distance but memorizing her every single move.
She was beautiful and she will be his forever in this life and in the next.
"Honey, the Smiths are inviting us next week to dinner." His wife said walking in front of him. He barely contain himself not to shove her away so he could see his soul mate.
He just heard Nicholas Sinclair introducing her as his Angel Jessie. She was his Angel and she will be by his side. No one will stop him to have her. Now that he met her no one will stay between them.
"Honey, are you listening to me?" His wife asked annoyed.
Not even his wife for fifteen years. He never loved his wife. Their marriage was a business deal. Their parents wanted to merge two empires and they succeed when they got married fifteen years ago. Yes, the empire was all his and he didn't need to stay married to Amanda. But he trained Amanda to be what he wanted in a wife. She was always interested in shopping and charity and that's what he needed from her. She never questioned him even when he took mistresses over the years. Amanda knew about some of the mistresses but she never said anything. She was a good wife, doing her wifely duties any time he wanted her.
She had a purpose and she was good for him.
"We're going." He said taking her by her arm and dragging her after him.
"What's wrong with you. You're hurting me."
"Be quiet and let's go." He said shoving her in the car.
When they arrived home he dragged his wife from the car to the house trying to figure what to do.
He pushed her on the couch in the living room.
"What's wrong with you Richard?"
"I found my soul mate." He said looking her in the eyes
"Are you drunk?" She asked getting up but he didn't let her.
He pushed her right back grabbing her neck.
"I found my soul mate and I won't stay away from her!" He said squeezing her neck while he was staring into her eyes.
He had a dead stare and Amanda finally was afraid.
"You...you want a divorce?" She asked her voice trembling and he smiled. An ugly smile that made her whimper. He was never violent with her. He was indifferent but never violent. But this person who looked her in the eyes with a death stare wasn’t her husband.
"Not the divorce Amanda. Not the divorce." He said crushing her windpipes. He kissed her on her lips while she took her last breath. She had already given him a hair so she wasn't useful to him anymore. Not when he had Angel to think about.
After she fell lifeless he licked his lips thinking of his Angel.
Soon he will have her with him.
But before he could be with her he needs to prepare himself. He needs a home for them where no other woman slept in their bed. By the time he will have his Angel with him everything will be ready.
Until then he will watch from the distance wishing they could be together.
