About an hour later the doorbell started ringing. Thinking it must be Marc I went to open the door but when I opened the door all I found was Blade standing there and smiling at me.  My eyes went wide with shock as I was not expecting him at all. And I was feeling a little uneasy because of his presence.“Hello Carmen," Blade said softly.I was not happy to see Blade at all. I was thinking it was Marc and I was about to give him a piece of my mind.I somehow felt dizzy and was about to fall realizing that I had not eaten anything since morning. “Steady Carmen!” Blade’s arms were on my shoulders and then somehow I was sitting on the couch in the living room as he handed me a large measure of brandy.“No, I can't drink that stuff Blade honestly. I don't need it I am perfectly OK, I really am.” I told him seriously. I wanted to ask him to leave but it would be rude.“You can't see the color of your face, you can do as you're told and drink this up like a good girl. You are very cold you need it. “ He said stubbornly.“Well, thanks for the compliment,” I said softly drinking the liquid and grasping as the heat took my breath away. He was right I was feeling a little better.“You know perfectly well that however pale you are, you can make every other woman jealous of you.” He paused for a moment, sliding his arms around my shoulders, “You’re beautiful and adorable- surely you know that Carmen? Whenever I see you I feel so drawn to you.”Perhaps it was the relaxing effect of the brandy or maybe the result of my desperate need for reassurance and comfort that I did not attempt to pull away from him only turning my face into his muscled shoulder imagining for a moment that it was Marc holding me and comforting me even when Blade lowered his head. There were no warning bells I was lost in my thought of Marc and it was only when I felt his lips. I was brought sharply back to reality when his lips descended on my own. I move my hands and pushed him away from me. I began to struggle desperately in his arms. I opened my eyes abruptly and looked into Marc’s accusing stare.“Carmen I would have never believed that !” he exclaimed. I did not know how to react for a few seconds then ..... “Marc, Marc it is not what you think please believe me,” I said with regret, and Blade was brought back to his senses his eyes still glazed with passion. He rose steadily to his feet to face Marc thinking I loved him as I had given him some leisure in thinking that I loved him too. And I could see that he was all charge dup to fight with Marc not knowing Marc is stronger than him. “So the Italian Romeo has returned you did not leave it a few minutes later when you would have seen something to react about,” Blade said bravely and provocatively.And my heart stopped and that instant...Marc launched himself across the space that separated them knocking him backward on the chair. I knew I had to stop the fight somehow. Earlier his anger has been mild compared with his present range and Blade looked almost equally intense, as he struggled out of the chair whipping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. I was afraid that if they continued the flight both of them would be precisely hurt. His Italian pride was very important to him and Marc must have already been boiling with anger coming home and finding his wife in the arms of another man however innocent it might have been on my part. But the fact remains that even he cheated on me.“Stop this both of you,” I said angrily but the two men continued their best to struggle and I had to take more decisive action so I ran into the kitchen to get some water, memories of my mothers throwing a bucket full of water when two dogs would fight in my household came into my mind, if it would work for dogs there are always the chances that it would stop the two men. Only a few moments had passed since I had left the room and already Blade was swelling with bruises. Marc of course was like a haunting animal ready to attack his prey. I took the scene in a glance and without stopping to consider further threw the water at them and it made Marc wet leaving Blade almost dry. Marc stopped short in surprise. I thought of preventing myself from laughing hysterically with difficulty. Marc realized what had happened his face was dark with anger and the hysterical laughter died in my throat.