HIS SWEET REVENGE

Bryan’s POV

I twirl the swivel chair around idly, a pen in my hand and my lower lips in between my teeth.

Coming to work today is a mistake. I haven’t been able to do a single thing since I arrived here. This is because I have been distracted by one thing or the other.

Celine’s thought fills my mind and I am trying to comprehend just how and why the kiss happened this morning.

I am still trying to figure out what the hell came over me that pushed me to kiss her that way. I haven’t figured out why I have suddenly become attracted to her and now I am left with sorting this out again.

What excuse do I have this time to give for kissing her? I have no excuse.

The first time something like this happened, I was drunk. I wasn’t in my right frame of mind but this morning, I wasn’t drunk yet I kissed her.

I felt a stab of anger in me when I wanted more of her. I wanted to kiss her more but I had to stop it.

I do not know what is wrong with me but I need to get myself together and stop this silly thing from progressing into something else.

Celine is just my baby’s mama. She is nothing other than that to me.

I am also not ready for any relationship whatsoever, not with Celine or any other woman. I need to stick to my vows. The vow I made to Helena. The vow of remaining a celibate forever. This is what I have to do to ensure I get her forgiveness. This is the sacrifice I need to make to appease her for my betrayal.

Remembering the dream I had last night, I twirl round again, dropping my pen and dropping my two hands on my jaw.

Why was Helena smiling down at me? Does it mean she has finally forgiven me? Does it mean she likes the fact that I now have a son with another woman and that woman is living under the same roof as me? Does she approve of Celine? Is this a sign that she doesn’t want me to continue being celibate?

I have never had a cause to rethink my decision of practicing celibacy until now. It has been so easy for me until now that Celine is beginning to tease me with her seductress act.

Shit! I curse inwardly when I feel a throb in between my trousers.

Just then, my phone rings, and I pick it up quickly, thinking it will be a good form of distraction from all of these thoughts.

Maybe after this call, I will be able to focus on my work and get it done before noon. Then I can go home early. I really do not feel any ache anymore but I feel like going home early.

I need rest so I can be back to work fully concentrated tomorrow.

“Bryan”, my father’s voice booms into my ears, making me realize I didn’t check the caller ID before picking up.

“Dad?”

“What is this I am hearing about a grandson I know nothing about?” He growls in annoyance and I shut my eyes and lean backward. I have been expecting this and I wonder why it is coming late.

Did my mother just inform him?

“I’m sorry, dad”, I apologize calmly.

“You are sorry? How long has this been going on? You have a son yet you didn’t think it was necessary to inform your mother and me?” He complains bitterly and I decide to just tell him the truth.

“Dad, you need to listen to me”, I begin, swaying forward. “I want to keep Jason a secret, I can’t afford to lose him as I did with Susie and Helena.”

He remains silent.

“I just found out about him recently and I have been doing a great job at keeping him away from the enemies’ eyes. I just wanted us to meet before informing you”, my voice is a bit down now and I know my father would understand.

“Nothing is going to happen to him”, he assures me after a moment of silence.

“That is what I am trying to do.”

I feel like saying more but I am short of words to say to him. I hear some background noise and I know immediately that Mother is right beside him.

She might be listening to her conversations and I am sure she insisted that he called me.

“He looks so much like you, Bryan”, he comments after a while and an unconscious smile creeps onto my face. “We will come to New York soon. I would love to see him in person.”

“Sure, dad”, I say, the smile still on my face.

“Talk to you later”, he announces and hangs up before I can say bye.

I let out a sigh of relief and lean more comfortably in the chair. Before I can enjoy the new sitting posture, the door is thrown open and Emily comes in.

Stella hurries in after her, breathing heavily.

“I tried to stop her, sir”, Stella informs me with a terrified look on her face. Emily turns to glare at her.

“It’s fine, you can go,” I assure Stella, dismissing her with a wave of the hand.

I know how much trouble Emily can go to get what she wants. She is bent on seeing me today and having warned Stela never to let her in ever again, she must have felt that barging her way in would do.

She turns to me with an angry stare while I watch her calmly, expecting an outburst similar to the one she uttered the last time we saw. She actually threatened to deal with me.

Stella takes the door out after flashing another worried look my way.

In silence, Emily and I watch each other. She is fuming in silence.

I don’t want to give her the privilege of asking her why she is here. She would talk when she is ready to.

Ignoring her presence, I pick up my pen again and drag a file closer to me.

Surprisingly, I am making out the words on the file when I am thinking her presence won’t let me concentrate.

I hear her clear her throat before she walks close. From my peripheral view, I see her swinging her hips majestically towards me.

“Why did you ask her not to let me in?” She demands with a voice I don’t expect. I am expecting her to shout at the top of her voice at me so I can have her thrown out.

“Is there a reason why I should let you in?” I ask without looking up.

“What?” She sounds hurt and stops a few meters away from me.

I look up. “Are we friends? No?”

“Bryan”, she calls with a soft voice, making me glance at her again. She rounds the table and before I know it, she turns my chair and grabs my manhood.

I push her away instantly and she stumbles back, almost falling to the floor.

“How dare you?!” She screams with disappointment. She must think that grabbing me that way will make me melt into her arms and make me want her just like the other time. The other time we had sex wasn’t meant to be but I had to do with it because I had no choice. I had something to protect and doing that with her was the only solution to keeping it a secret from Helena.

“You think you can turn me on with those filthy hands of yours?” I point to her hands with a disgusted look on my face. “You disgust me”, I spit.

Terror fills her expression as her mouth drops open.

“The last time I checked, no woman can turn me on unless I want to be turned on. You aren’t Helena, are you?”

“She is dead, you idiot!” She stamps her feet on the floor in anger and I glance up at her again, feeling sad about her statement. Helena is dead but she still means a lot to me.

Thinking over what I just said to her, guilt fills me up. I am claiming no woman can turn me on unless I want to yet, I find myself getting aroused just by the thought of Celine or even her presence.

What has Celine got to do with this?

“Leave my office”, I warn softly, careful not to raise my voice. I can feel my uprising anger at her usual disrespect for Helena but I don’t want to let it out unless she wants me to go against my vow not to ever beat a woman.

“I am not leaving until you listen to me”, she insists, throwing me a glare, her nose flaring up.

She points a finger at me. “I gave you enough time to think things through and here you are pushing me away? You think I have enough patience to keep waiting…”

“Get out, Emily or I will have the security guards throw you out this minute”, I threaten with a deep voice to signify my seriousness. I am less interested in listening to whatever bullshit she is here to splurt out.

“Really? So you want this the hard way, right?”

I remain silent, giving her enough time to walk out without humiliation.

“I knew it. I knew you had something with Celine and I told Paxton but he wouldn’t believe me. Stop using Helena as a shield…”

“Paxton?” I cut her short, raising a brow at her. Realization dawns on her and she drops her hands and looks away guiltily.

“You know Paxton?” I ask her with a sly smile. She ignores me and drags her bag to her shoulder, making me conscious of her dress. “I hope you know he is Derick Dominguez and not the Paxton he claims to be to you and Celine?”

I don’t care how they got to know each other but I am happy they are a team. They are a good team indeed. He wants Celine and she wants me. They want to form a team to ensure Celine and I don’t have a thing together so she can have me and Paxton can have Celine.

I remember Celine insisting that he isn’t her boyfriend and I see no reason why Paxton would have the guts to come to my house if he doesn’t care so much for Celine to want to get her son out of my den.

This is it.

“Bryan”, she tries to touch me again but I shoot to my feet, grabbing the intercom.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Get the hell out of here right this minute!” I yell with a raised voice, pointing my other hand to the door.

Glaring at me once again, she spits in my face and turns on her heels to the door. Quickly, I pick up the hankie on the desk and wipe the spit off, a look of disgust on my face.

Staring at the hankie in my hand, I hear the sound of the door slamming shut and I exclaim. “What the hell!”