HIS SWEET REVENGE

Bryan’s POV

I wake up with a start and my eyes fly open to the handsome figure right next to me on my massive bed.

He is curled up with his hair falling all over his face and the remnants of the chocolates I gave him last night as a bribe falling off his half-open mouth.

I smile and relax back, thinking of what woke me up.

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I don’t know why I am awake. I guess it is just a fatherly instinct.

Impulsively, my hand finds its way to his chubby cheeks and I rub my hand over his face in adoration.

He stirs again and coughs.

Quickly, I pull the remnant of the chocolates out of his mouth and drop it on the side drawers. My hands become sticky and as much as I want to ignore them, too tired to get up from the bed to wash my hands, I rise.

I get irritated by things easily. This isn’t something smelly but the sight of its stickiness irritates me. I might not be able to go back to sleep if I don’t get rid of it.

Besides, it might stain my bedspread or night wear and that will ruin my entire sleep till they are washed.

Thankfully, Jason’s pajamas aren’t stained with it but when I look closer, I notice there are little stains around his little mouth.

Should I ignore it?

I sigh and stroll to the bathroom. I wash my hands in a hurry, making sure that it is wet enough before hurrying back to the bedroom where Jason is sleeping soundly. I wipe his mouth with my wet hand and grin in satisfaction.

The stain is gone now.

I saunter back to the bathroom to wash my hands all over again.

I open the tap and wash my two hands, rubbing them together till I am fully satisfied that they are clean.

I open the door and stride out just in time to hear a noise downstairs.

Silence follows.

I strain my ears, standing still in the middle of the room to trace where the noise is coming from.

Aren’t all the maids asleep? Who could that be?

I don’t hear anything else so I ignore it and walk back to the bed. I get into bed and cover Jason’s body and myself with the comforter before closing my eyes.

The noise comes again. It sounds like whispers and footsteps.

My eyes flicker open in fear. The first thing that comes to my mind is the thought of an intruder.

I am sure there is an intruder in the house. The maids can’t whisper at each other this way from this side of the house.

Camilla always makes sure to lock the front door leading to the living room and no one from outside can enter unless with the help of one of the guards outside.

The buildings hosting the maids are always locked too and no one can come out unless Camilla is awake to unlock the doors.

Is someone running away?

Celine’s name jumps into my mind immediately.

Is she running away? If this is so, then what is her motive? Is she tired of my excesses and she has decided to run away, leaving her child with me?

Well, it’s fine if that is the case. I have no problem with that. I have always wanted to get rid of her presence in my son’s life.

But on second thought, I feel bad that she wants to run.

Is it because I don’t want her to leave her child? Isn’t that what I want?

Why am I not feeling the excitement I would have felt weeks back before she was employed as my son’s nanny?

Why do I feel sad instead? Is it because I am beginning to feel sympathy for her? Is it because of the stupid letters?

I can’t deny the fact that those words got to me. It was as if she knew what was happening in my life and I felt sympathetic for her because of how she expressed herself and how she related my situation to her.

I hear the sound of a gun suddenly and I jerk upright as fear grips me. Without hesitation, I run over to Jason and pick him up gently before running to the other room.

I want to make sure he is safe before I go out to see what is wrong. Also, I need to summon the guards securing the building from the back.

The thought of Celine escaping flew away. It is apparent it isn’t Celine. It is someone else.

An intruder indeed.

Probably one of my enemies who is here to kill me or my son. I won’t let that happen.

I enter the room where my closets are and grab a big duvet, dropping it on the floor carelessly before laying Jason on it carefully so he won’t wake up.

He stirs for a while, licking his mouth before going still again. After making sure that he is deeply asleep, I rise reluctantly and move out, locking the door with a key which I drop into my pockets immediately.

Nobody can get to my son now. They need to go through me first.

The next thing to do is to call the guards. I run back to the bed, grab my phone from the side drawers and dial a number.

“There is an intruder in the house, come to the front of the building. There is an intruder in the house.” I repeat before hanging up.

I use another key to unlock the last section of the drawer before dragging it open.

My precious AK-47 gun lies there in comfort. This is meant for protection. I have a safe house filled with weapons of all sorts but the safe house has been locked up since Helena died.

This particular gun was kept here for safety and defense purposes. Anything can happen.

My previous life taught me that and it taught me to be prepared for uncertainties.