HIS SWEET REVENGE

Bryan’s POV

I stir in my aleep, open my eyes and yawn loudly. I sit upright thinking it is my usual time to wake up and go to work when my eyes go to the wall clock, I realize it is 7 am already.

I curse and try to climb down from the bed when I see the mug sitting comfortably on the nightstand beside me. The memories of what happened some few hours ago rushed and I shut my eyes in denial.

I throw my head back against the headboard, opening my eyes. I can’t believe Celine came into my room again and saw me having a nightmare.

Why is this nightmare becoming incessant? Do I need a therapist again after so many years?

My fist clenched in anger as I curse under my breath. I hit the bed, making my comforter push up against my body.

I hate this!

I hate this feeling!

I hate being pathetic and helpless.

I would rather have one of my employees see me this way rather than Celine.

Not Celine.

I don’t like her and I don’t want her to know anything about me. I don’t want her to show me any sort of sympathy. I hate it.

Gritting my teeth, I punch the bed once more and stop. I breathe in and out, then open my eyes. I feel hot and feverish. I wish I can stay at home all day but I can’t because I don’t want to see Celine and I have loads of work to do at the office today.

Despite my resolve to work, I am still sitting in bed, not making any attempt to stand up and prepare. My mind is miles away. I am thinking of Eric and my nightmares.

How did Eric get to know about Jason? Does he have a spy in my home? Is he friends with Emily?

Emily is the only one who knows about Jason now apart from the members of my home. Now that Eric knows about it too, I know it won’t be long before it gets to the media that the billionaire no longer has only a secret wife but also a secret son.

My heir.

But I am ready to protect Jason with everything I have. I am ready to make sure he survives and lives. I am not going to sit back and watch him die as Susie did. I can’t lose Jason.

My head is throbbing badly but I am too lazy to drag myself up, undress, and go take a bath, maybe I am going to feel much better after the bath. I just sit still, looking into space and pondering over everything happening. It is too overwhelming.

Everything is happening all at once; Celine, Jason, Eric, Paxton, Derick, Emily. I wish everything would just go back to the way it used to be. I am tired already.

Remembering the pathetic look Celine was giving me, I curse again in annoyance and grab my phone from the stand beside my bed. I punch in the number of the landline in the kitchen to call Camilla. It rings for a while before her voice booms in.

“Boss?”

“Camilla, tell Celine to come to my room”, I instruct immediately. Silence falls.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Are you in?” She asks after a moment of silence.

“Yes.”

“Is everything ok, sir?”

“Yes, Camilla. Tell Celine to come up immediately”, I say and disconnect the call with a puff. I lean back on the headboard staring ahead of me.

I was not willing to see Celine a few minutes ago because I am embarrassed that she caught me for the second time having a nightmare and looking helpless. But I want to get over it and I want to punish her for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

What the hell was she doing in my room in the dead of the night? Her job starts at 5 am, why was she in my room before 5? What the hell was she looking for? Is she trying to steal something from me?

I recall taking the hot chocolate drink from her and I furrow my brows in confusion.

How did she know I love chocolate drinks? Camilla is the only one who knows. Did Camilla tell her? Do they communicate and gossip about me behind my back?

I hear the faint knock on the door and it pulls me out of my reverie. I look towards the door and say aloud “Come in.”

The door opens and Celine appears. She is in the usual gown which makes her look miserable and unattractive.

Well, I prefer her in this dress than all those stupid party dresses that she wears sometime to look beyond her class. She doesn’t need to fake it. I know she can’t afford dresses like that.

“You called me”, she bows her head. I don’t know if the action is in greeting or shyness.

“Yes, why were you in my room in the middle of the night?” I ask her, without beating about the bush. She lifts her head and I can see the confusion on her face.

“Middle of the night? I wasn’t in…”

I scoff. Do I look like a fool to her? Maybe she is thinking I am going to assume seeing her here was part of the dream. I would have thought that way if the mug beside me wasn’t there. This mug wasn’t here last night before I went to bed.

Because of my conscious effort to reduce my sugar level, I stopped taking chocolate drinks but once in a while when the cravings kick in, I can’t resist it.

Also, it calms me down whenever I am restless and troubled. It reminds me of someone I love and it reminds me of the good old memories.

“Stop lying, Celine. I know you came in here. I saw you”, I shoot her an angry stare and she keeps quiet. This says it all. She is lying Indeed. I never knew she is now a liar.

“Who gave you the permission to come into my room by that time of the night, Celine?” I ask.

“You did.”

“What?” I exclaim in disbelief.

“Yes”, she raises her head with a confident look on her face. “You asked me to wash your clothes and prepare your clothes and that was what I came to do.”

“At midnight?”

“What?” She utters loudly. “It wasn’t 12, it was 4 am. I woke up at exactly 4 am so I decided to come and get my job done before waking you up.”

I stay silent, wondering if I am the wrong one here. I didn’t check the time, I just assumed it was midnight. Is she telling the truth?

“I know you are acting this way because of the fact that I caught you…”

“Shut up!” I command sharply. I don’t want her to talk about it, I didn’t call her here for that. She is here to be punished.

This is the punishment I have been meaning to give to her for some days now but I guess my laziness this morning will make it all the more intriguing and pleasing.

I want to see her discomfort. I want to see her frown and I want her to know her place. I want to watch her suffer emotionally so she can get a grasp of what I went through years ago.

I throw the comforter away sharply and beckon to her to come closer. She arch a puzzled brow at me.

“Undress me”, I order with a tone full of authority.

Her brows crease further in confusion and reality crashes on her as her mouth hangs open in terror. “What?!”