HIS SWEET REVENGE

Celine’s POV

I take the staircase up, trying to be quick to meet up with Bryan before he leaves for work. I want to see how he is doing this morning and to know if he had a good night’s rest.

He looked really broken and restless last night but I had to respect myself by leaving before he asked me to.

After leaving, it was harder for me to go to bed because his distorted face kept appearing in front of me, making me wish I had supernatural powers to wipe it off and turn it into happiness.

Bryan might not be the kindest man on earth but he deserves to be happy. I wish he can be happy someday and be able to let go of his past so they won’t hurt anymore.

I do not know if I am feeling this way because I care or because I know what it feels like to be in such a situation. I was in this position and it was indeed hard for me to let go.

When my parents died, I was broken. I never thought I was going to survive without them. I was left with no one but my grandma who also died before I was able to raise enough for her to undergo the surgery.

Bryan was my saving grace and if only I had met him earlier, maybe Grandma wouldn’t have died.

Bryan gave me more than enough for me to take her to the hospital for the surgery but it was too late. I was broken. I was shattered. The memories came back and I thought I wouldn’t survive it too but I did.

My only surviving family died too and I was left alone in the world. When I found out I was pregnant with a child, I knew it was the compensation for all my misery and sorrows and I wasn’t enthusiastic about getting my final pay before I ran off.

I get to the door and knock softly, expecting a loud reply. Bryan must be dressing up by now because it is late already.

The clock on the wall in my room says it is 7 am and Bryan usually leaves home around 6 am in the morning. I know he isn’t out because I noticed the car is still outside.

I just woke up and I had to come here quickly to see him before he leaves for work. Jason is still asleep and I hope to go back to bed when I am done seeing Bryan.

There is no reply so I knock again, my hand touching the doorknob.

Has he gone to work? Why is his office car outside if he has gone to work? Did he take the other car?

I ask myself as I turn the doorknob to see that the door isn’t closed.

I walk in, my eyes darting around the room. He is nowhere in sight but the moment I venture further, I notice he is still on the bed sleeping soundly.

Wow!

I doubt he will go to work today. Maybe he didn’t sleep on time after I left him last night.

Trying not to make a sound, I tiptoe to the door but his voice stops me. “Celine?”

The comforter covering him up to the chin doesn’t make me realize he was still in bed when I first entered. My gaze didn’t go to the dress I left on the sofa last night either for me to know that he is still very much around and not dressed for work.

“You are awake?” I turn back, a smile teasing my lips. He must have heard the door opening and he guessed it is me. I am the only one who defies him, no matter how much he scolds me.

“Yes”, he answers and sits up in bed, throwing the comforter away, revealing his naked chest.

I look away so I won’t get lost in his masculinity.

Lost for words, I turn back to leave again when he stops me. “Wait.”

I halt in my step, snapping my head back to stare at him. He isn’t looking at me, he looks like someone deep in thoughts.

“Come closer”, he says with implacable authority and I wonder if he is back to punish me for every single thing I do.

I have done more than one thing to offend him since last night. First, I came in to do my work before time and I invaded his privacy and now I am doing the same thing.

Biting my lips in remorse, I amble close to him on the bed.

“Sit!” He commands.

I sit, watching his face to see if he had any sleep at all. “Were you able to sleep last night?”

“Yes, I did. Immediately after you left”, he answers and I nod with a smile. “Thank you.”

My jaws drop. Did he just thank me?

“How did you know I love chocolate drinks?”

The confusion leaves my face and I reply with a smile. “Camilla told me.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Who told you about Helena, then?” He asks again and my smile vanishes. I don’t want to implicate Camilla. If I tell him she is the one, won’t he be mad at her for being a gossip?

It wasn’t gossip. She just had to tell me because she wanted me to see him from a different light and also get to know the reasons behind his cold-hearted nature.

“She did, right?” He peers down at me. I nod meekly, ready to defend Camilla.

“We didn’t gossip about you. I forced her to tell me the reason behind your cold-hearted…”

“I was cold-hearted?” He interrupts me, looking surprised that I used the word cold-hearted.

Aren’t you still cold-hearted? I ask within me.

I do not answer, I just bite my lips and play with my hands.

“I hope you don’t feel any pain”, I ask him expecting a no.

“I do. My shoulders ache a lot”, he replies.

“Oh”, I mutter, not knowing what to say to him. “You won’t go to work, then?”

“I will”, he says, not attempting to stand up and go take a bath so he can leave for work, even though he is already late.

Silence ensues and I am thinking of how to help him. Since he is feeling pain, should I suggest massaging him?

“Should I give you a massage then?” I ask with a little smile on my face.

He hoists his head up.

“It will relieve you a bit and you will be energetic in a few…”

“Yes, please.” He cuts me short again, turning his back to me to massage.

Quickly, I begin to work my magic on him, trailing hands over his shoulder down to his back like I did the other day. The only difference is that he is laying down today and I am not sitting on him either.

I only rise while he is sitting on the bed, his shoulder relaxing bit by bit until a moan escapes his mouth and I know instantly that he is relieved.

Feeling proud of myself and ignoring the electric tremors that jolted through me when he moaned, I take my hands off him and he turns abruptly, my face a few inches away from him.

I didn’t expect him to turn to look at me that way and I am finding it hard to take my face away and leave the room.

His eyes search mine and this is when it dawns on me that his hands are wrapped tightly around my waist.

My heart begins to race wildly. My hands on his shoulders trembled. My lips quivering in fear.

Five years ago, something similar to this happened. Five years ago when he regarded me as nothing but a purchased bride meant to leave his life after a year. Five years ago when my good heart led me into his den and made me come out with a lifetime gift.

Before I can free myself from his tight grip on my waist, his mouth moves but I can’t make out the words that come out of his mouth.

My gaze is fixed on his open lips, trying to see if he will say something again and I will be able to make out what he is trying to say to me.

I don’t know when his face moves closer to mine until his forehead meets mine and then his lips touch mine, earning a soft gasp from me.

My eyes widen as our eyes interlock before he lets his eyes shut down. My head is spinning and I can’t think well with his soft lips on mine.

What is happening? Bryan is kissing me?

The moment his mouth moves on mine, my eyes closed impulsively and I know it is surreal and not a dream.

This is indeed happening. Bryan is kissing me, his tongue delving into my mouth for more opening.

My heart pounds harder. My hands shake more vigorously and tears spring to my eyes.

Slowly, he bites my lower lip and I let out a soft moan. His mouth sucks on both lips and I find myself melting in his arms.

Just when I am about to kiss him back as fiercely and passionately as he is doing, Bryan pulls away instantly, regrets flashing through his expression.

My hands fly to my mouth and I shoot to my feet. He avoids my gaze and it dawns on me that this is a mistake again.

There is nothing more to this. It is just like the mistake that happened between us five years ago and nothing more.

I twirl back abruptly, my heart contrasting painfully within my ribcage and a tear rolls down my eyes when I get to the door without hearing him call to me to stop.

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