Minutes later, Marcus was standing all alone in his spacious compound. Clarissa was nowhere to be found, and it was getting late.

He slammed his palm on his forehead, a burst of anger and frustration erupting in a loud thud as his brow furrowed deeply. “Fuck me!" He lamented and ran a hand through his hair in a gesture of mounting frustration.

He paced back and forth, his agitated footsteps echoing his growing irritation. “Clarissa, where have you gone? Stupid me! I should've focused on her and not let her out of my sight."

His palms grew clammy, and he wiped them on his pants as a clear sign of...