Don't touch my wife

All through the dance, Adrian couldn't take his eyes off his wife. 

He took little glances and found himself wondering why she actually chose him of all people. 

Amelia Hayes was practically the beauty queen of the city. She made heads turn just at one glance and even though she was thirty five, she looked nothing like her age. It was just one big paradox.

Adrian slightly nodded his head as he realized he was losing concentration. He focused on the dance.

Lyra's soft hands on his shoulders gently slipped away as their dance was now over. 

The blonde lady was all smiles and giggles as she happily walked away from the dance floor. She winked at Adrian and his face slightly crumbled as he tried to make meaning of it.

Adrian scoffed and rolled his eyes and adjusted his tuxedo.

Amelia, however, was now standing at a far end of the room. 

Adrian noticed an uneasiness in her gaze as she stared at him from where she stood.

 It felt as though she had a thousand words to say, but she only started. 

Adrian found himself walking through the thick maze of people as he tried to get to her. 

He tried to keep his gaze on her as he accepted occasional greetings and "Wow's" 

Adrian's blood instantly froze the moment he couldn't see her again. 

He hurriedly made his way further through the big room, but found her not. 

Adrian's pupils dilated and his usually poised back became even more prominent as he ravished the building. 

Co incidentally he spotted someone. Someone he didn't really know,but the face was oddly familiar. 

Adrian's brain instantly grasped the data and remembered the face with a date. It was the strange man from the night before. 

Adrian swallowed hard. All his senses screamed danger and chaos. 

But this wasn't all, as Adrian navigated his unknown mystery, a waitress was holding Amelia by the hand and leading her down to the executive villa on the other side of the courtyard. 

Amelia found herself fighting hard to keep her eyes open, even though she was clearly making the job of the waitress a hassle as she deliberately fought back. 

Strangely, no one noticed the pair, neither did anyone realize the bride and groom had disappeared from the party. 

Adrian's keen sight came in handy as he followed the figure, inch for inch, trying to catch up to him. 

The stranger's eyes locked onto Adrian and he smiled, a cold, calculating smile.

It was completely evident that he did something Adrian didn't.

But what was it? Who exactly was this man and what business did he have with Amelia?

Adrian's instincts were screaming at him, throwing jabs at him and pin him to the wall.

However, he only completed the distance between them. Adrian stood, slightly towering over the stranger.

" Who are you?." Adrian asked in a serious tone.

A sinister laughter escaped his lips as he stared Adrian down.

" I am the least of your worries. Your wife should be your main concern."

At the sound of the word wife, Adrian's mind returned to his search.

How could he have gotten distracted?

In a split second of Adrian's turn, the stranger equally vanished into thin air.

"Damn it." Adrian grunted beneath his breath. 

He pushed forward trying so hard to find and protect Amelia. 

 On the other end, Gray Thompson slammed the door behind him as entered one of the villa's rooms. 

He laid a now unconscious Amelia on the bed and moved to taking off the wig and hat he had worn earlier. 

He also pulled out the bra cups and artificial lashes he wore. Indeed his camouflage worked. 

To think that he actually doubted the success of his plan earlier made him chuckle. 

" Amelia, Amelia, Amelia. How ironic it is, on the one day when the whole world looks up to you, I show up to ruin everything? Gray said in-between giggles. 

He had always waited, prayed and hoped for a moment like this, and thankfully he had it just as he pleased. 

Amelia's now unconscious body lay still. 

Gray took this opportunity to walk round the room, placing cameras and tuning the place to perfection for his escapade.

He could already see the bright future and the headlines of the next day's news flash before his eyes.

But was destiny really in tune with him?

After placing up all his gadgets and putting everything up to his taste, he returned to the lying woman.

Just as he was about to reach out to hold her, the door of the room fell with a bang.

Adrian stood at the door, he looked menacing and his eyes were fiery red.

Gray lost his position, causing him to crash to the ground with his face.

Adrian walked into the room with an air of dominance, it made Gray almost choke on his saliva. 

He reached out for Gray who was now standing on his feet. His mouth was inked with a red substance that tickled all the way down to his chest. 

" Who ...do...you think... you--" 

The crashing sound of bones breaking followed and a loud cry escaped Gray's lips.

Adrian didn't allow him to finish his statement before attacking. 

Adrian held both of Gray's arms in his hands firmly. 

" How dare you touch her?" Adrian asked, staring right into his soul. 

Thick sweat, mucus and tears filled up Gray's face as realization dawned on him. 

Adrian indeed wasn't playing. Gray tried to speak, but the words weren't coming. 

" I..I am so..--" 

" You don't have the right to even breathe where she breathes. Leave before I create a mess for you." Adrian roared.

Adrian couldn't believe he actually roared that loud. However, he was so helpless.

His mind imagined the worst case scenario. If anything happened to her, he could never forgive himself.

Gray stumbled and fell but practically took to his heels, clutching both arms tightly.

Amelia's mouth was covered firmly with a cloth, her tuxedo looking completely crumbled and her hair disheveled.

" Amelia!" Adrian whispered softly.

Adrian drew closer to the bed and took the cloth off her mouth.

At the touch of his fingers she slightly moved.

At that moment, she looked nothing like his mean, bossy and arrogant boss. She just looked like a normal woman that had life so hard.

Adrian took a deep breath as he drew closer and took her into his arms and moved to a more private room.

He wondered how unfortunate his fate was.

When the person you love becomes your nemesis, what more is left to life?