You wrote a book recently about a man who would do anything for his wife and it got published last week.

You left your office pretty late at night but now on your way home, once you got home and open the door,all the lights are off as you wonder around trying to find the light switch.

You eventually found it and turn it on. In the corner of your eye you see someone.

Your not scared because you already know who it is, Isaac your enemy.

He is just sitting on a chair in your living room holding your book.

"What are u doing here?" You ask, turning so now your facing him

"Well I've been waiting for you." he said and placing the book down softly as he stand.

You don't say anything and cross your arms "I read your new book,just finished it actually" he says while walking closer to you. "Is this book about me" he continued s he tilt his head slightly.

"No of course not it's about him and his wife,we're not married"you say And he chuckles and looks at you "not yet atleast " he said with a smirk.