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self-control - in all aspects!
    I'm wearing a little black number that is skin tight - no straps. My hair is a high messy up-do; sexy red lips command my face; and to finish, Chanel No.5. I seem to have perfected Elijah's double personality disorder in the past hour, and I have to admit, I feel good, really, really good.
    When Derek see's me walk out from my hall, he's on his feet looking shocked as I jokingly model walk into the living area, working my shoulders for a laugh.
    "Where are you going?" He asks.
    "We," I motion point between the both of us, "are going clubbing."
    "Okay then," he smiles questionably, "are you going to drop this thing with Elijah, Anile?"
    "Oh yes, no more Mr. Darks." I smile sweetly. I link Derek's arm and force him to move out of the door with me.
    "Do you need to change or anything?" I ask.
    "Nope, I'm good Sweets."
    He is good, he always looks good; even casual. His jeans look worn but sexy, and he completely owns the red Versace shirt he's wearing - I brought it for him for his twenty-first birthday and I'm visually glad I did.
     

Chapter Three
     
    IT'S NOW ELEVEN o'clock and we have been rejected by four clubs. I try to remain sombre, nothing is going to get me down. We started at a gorgeous wine bar in central London and terribly drank our way through three bottles of wine. Being drunk is not tonight's issue - Mr. Bastard Darks is! How the hell did he actually manage to shut me down? Is there no limit to what he can achieve?
    Derek and I decide to try one last option - Tiger Tiger in Croydon, London - and if we are refused entry again, the only other option is to give up and go back to my place. Admitting defeat is not in my agenda lately but sometimes the war is far tastier than the battle.
    As we reach our turn in line at Tiger Tiger, the security guard is all over me like a bad smell.
    "You cannot come in Miss."
    I roll my eyes in annoyance, "why not?"
    "I cannot answer your question Love. All I know is, your picture is on the banned list."
    "Banned list!" I nearly scream, "you have got to be kidding me."
    "I am afraid not."
    I turn to look at Derek and he shrugs his shoulders in defeat. I stand silent, trying desperately to conjure up some crazy excuse but my mind is running on air.
    "That is my twin." I say, hoping for the best. Idiot!
    "Nice try, but I have a list on you Miss. You smell like Jasmine - which you definitely do. You have a small birth mark the size of a five pence piece on your neck," he points to my neck - Bastard! "Your voice sounds husky but squeaks when you are nervous - like now," he raises his eyebrows trying not to laugh at me, "and you wear a brass charm bracelet on your left wrist." He points to my wrist.
    My mother gave me this bracelet. It's nothing special. It has small heart charms surrounding it. I sort of smile at how detailed Elijah is, perfectly insuring the security knows who I am. I quickly give up knowing this is hopeless.
    As Derek and I turn on our heels, aiming to leave, a man's voice catches my attention.
    "Anile Gooden?"
    I turn shocked that someone this end of town would know me.
    "Yes." I mutter.
    I turn around, desperately hoping this is our ticket in. Whoa - okay, he may not be a ticket but he's hot - dangerously hot! He's so damn tall, and hansom. He looks a little like Derek, blonde unruly hair, overly tall; and he's wearing a crisp grey suit that hugs every inch of him - hmmm.. I gaze unknowingly. Down Anile!
    "You can come in." He confirms with a beautiful all American smile to match the rest of him - perfect. Derek and I smile with glee and step to it in a hurry.
    "Sorry Sir, she cannot." The security guard informs him, hands firmly held out, eyes narrowed.
    "This is my fucking club. If you still want your job, I would suggest you back off!" Mr. Dark and Dangerous warns.
    Handsome and cocky - me like!
    The security man steps back in defeat. I smile at him, undoubtedly happy that I have won against Elijah.
    "Thank you...?" I elongate