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conversation.  I said what I had to and he simply grunted and hung up. ’
         ‘ Well, to me, it sounds like you did the right thing.  He’s not worth your time and effort.  There are better men out there for you. ’
         ‘ Thanks Alex, ’ and a weak smile appeared on her tired face.
         ‘ Right, ’ I said as I patted her leg and stood up.  ‘ I suggest we drink our weight in wine and listen to some of your bizarre taste in music. ’
         ‘ Sounds like a good plan, but first I’m going to open the Sauvignon Blanc.  How you could drink this vile red stuff I do not know. ’
     
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         Ten o’clock came and went, along with the two bottles of wine.  By now we were feeling rather mellow and our vision hazy.  A couple of times that night we had bumped into each other and fell over laughing.  The music was blaring and we were attempting to sing along.
         So consumed in our reckless behaviour we did not hear the fierce pounding on Zoe’s front door, not at first.  Yet it got to a point where it was so forceful I thought the door was going to come off its hinges.
         With the music still booming, Zoe stumbled across the room to answer the violent thumps, knocking a few objects onto the floor as she went.
         All I heard were mumbled shouts.  Jerkily I strolled over to the CD player and turned the music down.  That’s when it happened.
         Zoe was almost thrown back into the room, landing in a heap of drunken mess on the floor, followed by a raging black alpha male storming towards her.
         ‘ I told you not to touch me, ’ he growled.
         ‘ I-I… ’ Zoe whimpered, struggling to get to her feet.
         Sobering up almost instantly and anger streaming through me, I launched myself over to them and feebly latched onto the man’s shirt sleeve and hauled him backwards.
         ‘ Leave her alone!  You have no right to… ’ but my tirade cut of f when his stee l eyes struck mine, holding me in place.
         My breathing hitched as he took a step towards me.  My heart switched to overdrive, pumping fiery liquid around my body, blood vessels pulsating.  His eyes unnaturally drew me in a way I was unable to control.  Unconsciously I licked my lips as my eyes strayed towards his parted mouth then back to his mesmerising pools.  I was overcome with this want to do something, anything to ease the ache forming between my legs.
         And then it hit me, shocking me back to reality.  This was the guy from the alley.  Zoe’s mysterious Mark was the same guy I spotted lurking in the shadowed alley.
         ‘ It’s you… ’ I whispered but was immediately distracted by the direction of his gaze.  He was looking at something over my shoulder.  Whipping around I saw it.  The hip flask I left haphazardly lying on the corner table.   
         The moon’s rays bounced off the shiny silver, tormenting me, mocking me.  It was a beacon of light calling out to be held, cherished.
         Silently Mark walked over to the object, carefully picked it up, and observ ed for a brief second before pocketing it in h is trousers.  In the next moment he had stealthily brushed past me and disappeared out of the door, eyes trained on the floor all the way.
         Feeling my legs about to buckle I lowered myself onto the sofa and a wracked sob quaked my throat.    
     
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         During my encounter with Mark, Zoe had made her way, albeit unsteadily, to her room unnoticed and that was where I found her ten minutes later, fast asleep, the alcohol finally taking effect. 
         Looking down on her as she slept she appeared every inch an innocent child in a woman’s body.  My heart silently cried out for her.
         After pulling the covers up and around her I settled on the edge of her bed, one hand delicately stroking through her hair while my thoughts drifted to what had occurred that