"Fucker."
Paul was not sure what had happened to him. He knew all the rationale thoughts had left his mind and he felt like he had turned into a psychopath.
Thinking that red tinted his vision and the adrenaline saturated his blood to dangerous levels. His hands would not stop shaking and they kept balling into fists and before he knew it, he was on the plane.
Paul found himself standing before an apartment, that was far far away from his mansion.
"I should not have ambushed her like that, what was I thinking?"
"But again, I was not thinking clearly."
Wait I am not here to do anything. All I am going to do is to put an end to her relationship with whoever she is with because he does not seem like a good guy, he must be taking advantage of her situation."
"Yes, I have to stop it before she fell in love with him. He is not good for her."
