This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Meetings At Night Clubs

"Freya, do you want to be friends with me?" Calvin repeated his question, because Freya just kept quiet while looking at him.

"Eh..ehm..of course." replied Freya with a slight nervousness.

"Thank you." said Calvin with a smile.

And Freya responded with a nod.

"I'm here to talk about our project at the top" Calvin said seriously.

Diamond, and Emerald companies are indeed involved in cooperation in the construction of a villa at the top.

"Is there a problem with the project?" ask Freya.

"There's something wrong with the material they're using, that's why I wanted to take you there. Let's see, and we'll check, it'll cause trouble, or not" Calvin replied as he looked at Freya.

Freya fell silent, went to the top with Calvin, is that a good thing?

"Why should I, my schedule is pretty tight, it seems like I can't. How about you just go with Eddie?" freya said her opinion.

"You're in charge of this project, so where can you involve the others" Calvin said.

"Ahh shit, this guy is clever too." Freya muttered inwardly.

"How long have we been there?" ask Freya.

"Maybe one, or two days. Come on, it's for our project. You don't want to, if this development fails in the middle of the road." said Calvin while still staring at Freya.

Freya breathed out violently. What Calvin said is true. Few mistakes can sometimes be fatal. Maybe it's better that he should go to the top.

"Well, then when are we there?" freya asked, who finally agreed to Calvin's invitation.

"Faster is better, how about tomorrow?" calvin asked Freya for her opinion.

"May." answered Freya briefly.

"Well then, tomorrow we leave. I'll pick you up." said Calvin.

"Yes" replied Freya.

"We have reached an agreement, then excuse me" said Calvin as he moved from his seat.

"Please." replied Freya.

"Hopefully your day pleases Freya" Calvin said, wiping Freya's hair.

And Freya only responded with a smile.

Then Calvin stepped out of the room, leaving behind Freya who was looking at him sharply.

"It seems like I should focus on being Freya first." Freya muttered softly.

***

In a room that is not too large. A man was sitting on a chair sipping a bottle of vodka. His face was flat, maybe his mood was bad.

Sometimes his eyes glanced at the door of the room that was still tightly closed.

About five minutes later, the man got out of his seat. He took a sip of the drink, and then threw the bottle against the wall, causing a loud noise. His chest seemed to rise and fall, holding in anger. He is Mr.X, a high-class mobster whose identity remains a mystery.

Shortly after, the door of the room opened. A burly man came to him.

"Do you remember the road to get here?" insinuations Mr.X.

"I'm sorry my Master is late" the man replied with a bow.

"Sit down!" mr.X orders in a high tone.

"Okay sir." replied the man while sitting on the chair.

"Tell me about all the information you've got" Mr. X said as he sat in front of the man.

"Sorry sir, I haven't managed to get the information" the man replied.

"You don't know who Atana is yet?" ask Mr.X.

"Not Master." replied the man still lowered his head.

"You don't know yet which side Atana is standing on?" ask Mr.X in a higher tone.

"Yet sir, all information about him is sealed. I have trouble picking it up Sir." replied the man.

Mr.X stood up while pounding the table loudly, he was really angry.

"You know me well, you know what the consequences are, if I can't count on it." said Mr. X with a sly smile.

"I understand Sir, I will try to find information about him. I will definitely succeed Sir, please give me a chance once more." replied the man tremblingly.

"Well, but if you go back to failing. I'll send you to hell said Mr.X.

"I understand Sir." said the man.

"Get out!" mr.x.

"Okay sir." replied the man as he moved from his seat. Then he left Mr. X alone.

"Who exactly is he." murmured Mr.X as his mind glared far away. He remembered his meeting with Atana at the villa, that night.

Just this time, his life was interrupted by a woman.

"You've interrupted my rest, so don't blame me, if I'm going to ruin your life." murmured Mr. X with a grin.

Then he reached for a photo on the table, a picture of a woman smiling sweetly. Mr.X rubbed the photo gently.

"You know, there was a woman who tried to harass me. I will send him to accompany you soon. Now you know how crazy I am, for loving you. I'd rather see you die than be with another man" Mr. X said, putting the photo back on.

Then Mr. X got up from his seat, and walked out of his room.

***

The hour hand showed at 10:00 p.m. Freya put her body on the bed, and tried to close her eyes. But for a while, his eyes were still awake.

Freya snorted in annoyance, as a shadow about Calvin flashed back in her memory. What's up with him?

Then Freya got up, and sat down while hugging the pillow. The memory of Calvin really bothered him.

"This feeling is exactly the same as the first time I met Jordan. Could it be that easily my feelings change." Freya muttered as she submerged her face in the pillow.

Before long, Freya laid back her body, but again the image of Calvin revolved in her brain. And for a while, Freya was still awake.

While Freya was busy closing her eyes, her phone suddenly rang. The one who called him was Eddie.

Freya grabbed her phone lazily, for what Eddie called her this late.

"Hallo." said Freya.

"Hallo Miss." replied Eddie.

"What's wrong?" ask Freya.

"I managed to track down Mr. X's whereabouts. He's at a nightclub, which is not far from where you are Miss." Eddie said.

"Hurry and send me the address" Freya said as she jumped out of her bed.

"Well Miss." replied Eddie.

Freya immediately changed her pajamas with jeans, and a long blouse. He should get to that place as soon as possible. After seeing the address Eddie had sent her, Freya immediately ran out of her apartment. He heads to the parking lot, and rides Eddie's car. He was traveling at a very high speed.

About fifteen minutes later, Freya had arrived at the location. He parked his car, got down, and rushed into the room.

Frenetic music, sounding quite deafening when he had stepped in, and scattered with many people who were dancing.

Freya spread her gaze around, looking for a suspicious looking person. But until the time has gone on long enough, Freya has not found the figure. Everyone there looked ordinary, no one was acting strange.

"Maybe Mr. X was just here for a drink, or just looking for a date. If it was like that, I would have a hard time finding it." Freya's inner self in her heart.

After almost two hours Freya was lost without any results, she finally chose to go home. Finding a person in the middle of hundreds of people, is not an easy thing. Maybe tonight, luck's not on his side.

Freya walked towards the parking lot at a fast pace, tomorrow she has to go to the top, so it's good, if she can get some rest soon.

When Freya got close to her car, suddenly a man hit her.

"Aww.." screamed Freya as she fell on the floor.

"You again" said the man who hit her while looking at Freya intently.

Freya's heart was beating fast, this man in front of her was the man who had hit her in front of the toilet that time. Could Mr.X be him?

Then the man reached out his hand, and helped Freya up. Freya was a little limped, it seemed like her legs were sprained.

"Are you okay?" ask the man.

"I'm fine. I have to leave now." Freya replied as she turned her body.

But just as he stepped up, the man pulled his left arm. Freya grimaced in pain, the man holding her right in the wound.

"Why?" freya asked while turning her body. As his sweat began to pour out, he desperately endured the pain in his arm.

"I'm Marcel" said the man, releasing his cheque, and extending his hand.

"Freya." replied Freya while greeting Marcel, he breathed a sigh of relief, because Marcel no longer held his wound.

"What are you doing here?" ask Marcel.

"Meet a friend." replied Freya.

"Are you that kind of woman" said Marcel, raising his eyebrows.

"The friend I met was a woman. I just came here to deliver the goods." replied Freya. She should be able to maintain her image, as a graceful, and kind woman.

"What is safety, or medicine...." Marcel had not been able to continue his sentence, Freya had already replied.

"Enough, don't talk too much. I have to go." said Freya quickly. Then he ran to his car. He didn't care about his feet that were a little sore.

Marcel looked at him with a smile. He has not shifted his eyes, even until Freya has driven his car.

"A fascinating woman." muttered Marcel softly.

Seriate......