Chapter 2: Boyfriend?

Hello everyone. Thank you all so much for the reviews. I never thought the first chapter was any good, but you guys sure as hell made me proud of it. Once again I own Caity and Steven. I do not own any of the De La Cruz brothers or their lifemates or relatives.

When Rafael had said downtown, Zacarias had no idea downtown would be such a dump. All over the town, garbage littered the streets and sidewalks, the homes loomed high with broken windows and crumpling bricks, and the walls of every building were decorated in graffiti that displayed the signs of rivaling gangs. Zacarias shook his head of dark hair, thinking of the stupidity of his brothers for hiring someone that lived in this area. It was plain as day that this was the home to most of the criminals that roamed and prowled the streets, thinking that they owned the night and everything in it. How wrong they are to think of such a thing. Zacarias cursed silently as the wheel of the black 300 hit yet again another pit hole on the street. 'Why would any of my brothers hire any form here and still let them live here, especially a woman?' Zacarias really felt no pity for the girl that lives here, even though he knew he should. But such emotions had left him within the first two hundred years of his nearly three thousand years of existing. He glanced at an interesting gang sign on one of the home walls. Only seeing it in dull white and gray, when he knew there was more to it then that.

He parked the 300 in front of a tall apartment building, like most; it was crumpling and run down. He locked up the car and went up the stair to the door. Once in side, he turned to the right wall and took a look at the floor map. Instead of room numbers, the little apartments had the name of who was currently living in the room as an ideation of where to go. Caity Whitethron lived on the third floor. The elevator was out of order, so it was up the creaking and infested looking stairs.

Caity had just cooking dinner, when there was a knock at her door. 'Who on earth could that be?' She opened the door to see a tall man with dark hair and slightly tan skin. His eyes were so dark, they appeared to be black, and he had broad shoulders and a cruel mouth that had a sensual look to it. He was drop dead gorgeous. "Hello. How can I help you this evening?" Caity was really proud of herself that her voice was still the same and not some squeaking high pitch squeal. The man continued to look at her with what appeared to be shock and confusion. But he had yet to say a word.

Zacarias was nearly blinded at the colors, though dark as they were, that invaded his vision. He almost stumbled, but felt a small, soft hand that reached out to help steady him. "Here are you hurt? Come inside you look as though you're going to faint." He heard the most beautiful voice say to him with concern. He felt himself being lead into the room and seated on a slightly lumpy couch. He was still disoriented form the colors that he couldn't really see the woman that lead him in and what the room looked like. He put a hand to his head as if that will help his vision.

Caity waited nervously as the man that was now in her living room try and righted himself. She didn't know much about medical stuff, but was pretty sure he was just dizzy. "I am sorry to have worried you, I was just a little disoriented. I am Zacarias De La Cruz and I came here to see if you were trustworthy enough to be working at our home. But since you let a stranger in so kindly, I guess I can conclude that you trust enough." Zacarias had thought that was the lamest thing he had ever said in his life. Of course she was trusting enough, she was his lifemate. His, no one else's his. When he felt that he had finally got his bearings, he opened his eyes to look at his lifemate.

Caity had never heard of such a masculine voice. One that was as soft and exotic as velvet. One that she felt penetrate her and just stayed in her head and heart. A voice that she felt that she could listen to for her whole life. This man, her boss, was more than likely a threat to all women in the world. His voice alone was a weapon, but with those eyes, that body, oh no wonder why he is the biggest playboy. She just bet that he had all sorts of women crawling on their hands and knees just to be able to kiss those sensual lips.

"Oh, well as long as you are here then, would you like something to drink?" 'Cause I know I do.' Caity left for the kitchen without waiting for his reply, needing to get away form the man with an all too dangerous look in his eyes. A look of possession, lust, and something else that she was not quiet sure of.

Zacarias scanned the room he was in when she had left. The room was small, with pealing, stained, darken yellow wallpaper. The carpet beneath his feet was rough and dirty with years of miscare, and the couch he was sitting on was ripped in several places. There was no television set, only an empty stand that is used to hold up a one. He heard her walk through the kitchen, the clacking of plastic cups, and the sound of liquid being poured into them. He heard her soft footsteps as she entered into the living room. "The TV was stolen a while ago, as well as my silverware and glasses, so sorry about the cups." It was the only thing she could think to say.

"Why didn't you agree to live at my home? Surely you cannot find this appealing or safe for you?"

"I wanted my own space and not to be a bother. Besides, here I can do what I feel like doing and not feel like I am causing trouble." She blushed as he watched her, acting as if he had eyes only for her. Zacarias couldn't get over at how beautiful she was. How small and doll like she was compared to him. Heck he was sure that if they were to both stand, she would barely come up to his chest. He smiled, thanking god for giving his such a perfect lifemate. He felt that she was leaving something out of her small list of reasons.

"What is the other reason that you are forgetting to tell me?"

Caity blushed even harder. She couldn't believe she had forgotten her very number one reason for not moving into the De La Cruz family home. "Well, it's because here I am closer to my boyfriend of six months. I just couldn't stand the thought of him wasting so much gas just to see me." Zacarias felt his heart skip two beats as her words sank in. His lifemate, the one that has the power to save his soul, was already seeing another man.

Well that is the second chapter. At first I wasn't going to add in a boyfriend, but the thought of Zacarias having a rival was just so tempting. See ya next time.