Getting to know Chad

Gavriel's POV 

I raised my hand to pound on the door one more time.  

“Sir,” one of Caldwell's security guards approached, a wary look on his face. He had let my car in through the gate because he knew me and because I had threatened to run it down when he said he wanted to ask Camille if she could let me in.  

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yes, it is,” I tried to keep my voice even. What the hell was that bloke doing with my woman? 

And it didn't help that Caldwell wasn't home dammit. I thought she hated his guts. Or at least disliked him enough.  

The door opened then and Camille opened the door with a timid smile on her face.  

“Hi Gav,” 

I arched my brow, “Where is he?”