HIS SWEET REVENGE

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Guilt was visible in her eyes. I was so angry to have seen her here when she was supposed to be with my son, taking care of him.

What is the essence of employing her if she would rather prefer going to clubs with a man?

The thought makes me more annoyed and I sigh severally to control my nerves.

Celine keeps annoying me every time. She keeps doing things that displease me. She keeps acting stupid and childish.

How can she leave my son in the house and come out? Who the hell permitted her to come out, looking like a whore with her cheap red lipstick.

When I first saw her, I thought I was imagining things until I gazed closer to take a careful look. Our eyes interlocked and I saw shock coursing through her and proving my assumptions wrong.

If she had ignored me like we don’t know each other, I would have concluded that she isn’t Celine. I have never seen Celine in a dress like this and it makes me angrier. She looks like a whore. Cheap whore.

“Sorry”, I wave at the barman who is watching me with fear. My voice is laced with frustration.

I can’t continue keeping her in my house if this is going to continue. I might end up doing the wrong thing if she pushes me to the edge of my anger.

Why can’t she just stay put in one place and be obedient for once? What the hell is wrong with her ears?

I turn to go when I see a man watching me with amusement, resting his chin on his fist. A sense of familiarity wash through me and I look away.

Who the hell is this?

I wave the thought away the instant it came and stalked towards the other section of the club where Emily is sitting.

She hasn’t moved from where she sat when I left her to go back and see if it is really Celine or not. Her face breaks into a smile when she sees me.

I don’t want to think about Celine again and the way she was giggling like a child in front of that man. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t come in to see her.

Maybe he would have taken advantage of her because she looks pretty drunk. I just hope she will arrive home safely so I can pour out my anger and frustration on her when I am home too.

She needs to know her place in my house. She is my son’s nanny and she can’t come out to places like this.

She has to choose between being my employee or going back to her shabby apartment and having the opportunity to be used by these lustful men who are out here to take advantage of any girl, whether she is willing to do what they want or not.

“Stupid girl”, I curse under my breath as I flop next to Emily who has a glass of wine in her hands. She arches a brow at me as I feel the impact of her palm on my arm.

“What is wrong?”

“Nothing”, I answer sharply, pouring wine from the bottle on the table in front of us into a clean cup and gulping it down.

She shoots me a doubtful look. “You look mad.”

“I am fine, Emily”, I say with gritted teeth.

“Ok”, she stresses and smiles again. “I was wondering where you went off to.”

“Nowhere.”

“Ok”, she replied again, with a not too convincing tone.

We relapse into silence as I sip my drink, after pouring a glass full from the half-empty bottle.

My mind is far away and I wonder why I am here in the first place. If I did not come here, I wouldn’t have seen Celine here with that man and I wouldn’t be this mad.

I have a lot on my desk to handle already and I can’t have Celine among the numerous problems I have to solve. I will rather send her away.

As much as I want to be calm and not angry again, I can’t help it. The alcohol isn’t helping matters and Emily’s touch is adding to my irritation. Now I know why she brought me here.

“Can we dance, Bryan?” She asks, after a moment of awkward silence.

“No!” My reply comes out harshly.

Can’t we just sit here in silence?

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Her voice is raised and she looks unhappy with my nonchalant attitude towards having fun tonight.

Maybe I wouldn’t be this uninterested if I hadn’t seen someone who made me angry. I didn’t command Kelvin to drive me back home because I thought it wouldn’t hurt to have fun for the night. But I don’t want it anymore. I just want to go home and go to bed. I will be back to my normal self by dawn.

“I said nothing”, I respond, firmly.

She glares at me coldly, looking like someone who will probe me further. I hear her soft sigh and within a minute, her mood has changed completely. A mischievous smile teases her lips and she winks at me.

“I think I know what is wrong”, she drops the glass of wine and holds my arms tightly. “You had a bad day at work, right?”

“What makes you think so?” I ask her, peering at her closely.

Is this just an assumption on her path or does she really know what is happening at my company?

Life as my father’s son has taught me never to trust anyone 100%. Your closest friend can become your enemy within minutes.

The only person I have ever trusted who didn’t betray me was Helena and I have made a vow to punish anyone who betrays me.

“A guesswork”, she grins widely. I look away and sip my drink again, leaning back on the chair. “Don’t worry, I have a solution to your problem.”

I furrow my brows in confusion. Before I can fully comprehend what she means by that statement, she places a lingering kiss on my cheeks, shocking me.

She trails the kiss all over my face with her hands roaming my chest. Irritation begins to build up instead of arousal. I am not shocked that I am not aroused by her attempt to seduce me.

She continues and when I can take it no longer, I push her off me. A frown touches her lips and I feel like apologizing to her but my ego wouldn’t allow me.

Emily is also a public figure and I am not supposed to embarrass her this way. But I guess she deserves it for bringing me here just to seduce me. It is just a failed attempt. I doubt if there is any woman on earth that can arouse me anymore.

I stand up straight, drop the glass of wine and blurt out. “I am done here.”

Her mouth hangs open with a pang of disappointment flashing across her face as I stride out to the exit without any regret.