Reyona’s Revenge

“Well, I don’t know about that… but at least I can send you out of my office.” Reyona replied evenly, her eyes sparking in animosity at the arrogant bastard standing so self-righteously in her office “Out now before I call the security on you!” she yelled as she jerked her corked thumb towards the door.

“Reyona…Rey….”

“Why is he calling her in Thomas’s voice?” She wondered as she narrowed her eyes at his serious-looking gaze; she could almost detect pity in his look, and that even annoyed her more! How dare he pity her! This was all their fault! He and…

“Babe?” I think you need to get up. She could feel a hand shake her, and her vision wavered. One instant, Maxwell was in front of her, looking at her indifferently. The next, he was whispering into her ears, “Face it. You can’t run from it. Or me”

“Who does he think he is?” she thought in anger and lashed out with her fist.

“Aaargh!” A pain-filled voice yelled close to her ear, and she jerked up in confusion.

The muted light and change of scenery confused her before she realised what was happening. Especially as Thomas was still holding on to his nose as he groaned.

“What was that about, Rey?” he asked in a muffled tone. His hand covered part of his nose and mouth as he gave her an accusatory look.

“Oh, I…” Reyona moistened her lips as she felt the dryness. Her hand automatically ruffled through her hair even as the remnant of the anger she had felt earlier abated.

She was even dreaming about the bastard.

“I know you were in a bad mood earlier but that doesn’t justify you hitting me like that, you know.”

The bastard had followed her into her dream. She thought.

She was surprised at how fast he had left her office that morning after dropping the ridiculous quip about how she couldn’t escape her own story.

“As if I needed the asshole to philosophize on what I can or cannot do!” she thought fiercely, taking caution not to make any outward motion that could alert Thomas to her thought or the fact that she wasn’t sleeping yet.

She was ready to let loose on him that morning when he simply raised his hand in surrender before telling her in the most reasonable tone she had ever heard from him that he did not want to disrupt her schedule or anything. Then he slides his ridiculously stylish business card on her table before leaving.

“You can call me at your convenience, please. I just want to talk,” he said before leaving her office, taking his enticing cologne with him.

Not that she noticed.

She had promptly disposed of the card in her trash bin and then put him firmly out of her mind as she proceeded with her day.

If her wayward mind wanted to think of the probability of what he might want for seeking her out, she simply cleared it of such thoughts and continued her meeting with her client. A paying one. Not a lying bastard who disguised herself just to tell her bullshits.

When her subconscious whispered to her that she should have clarified what he wanted so she could know how it could affect her plans, she simply convinced him that there was nothing he could say that meant anything to her.

Her busy day had made it easier for her to stave off the thoughts, but she couldn’t ignore them when she got home.

The more she tried, the more they intruded and riled up her peace of mind.

What did he mean by giving her such a sympathetic look? She did not need him to look at her like he understood what was happening. She did not need him to look at her at all.

She wished she had never gone to the bar that night. She wished Charlotte had never allowed him to stay! She couldn’t blame her staff, though. She couldn’t blame anyone for the way he affected her.

But, oh, she could. She could blame the bastard who had made her nothing but a joke. She could blame her fucking husband. Which she had done by snapping at him when he got home smelling of liquor and tried to kiss her.

Yes, she enjoyed shoving him on her way out of the room. She even enjoyed the way he had sworn when he caught his side against the jamb.

She ignored his call when he joined her later in the room, and it took all her effort not to cringe when he laid his hand on her, asking if she had slept. She had laid down there, hoping he could go away before she broke.

Reyona knew she wouldn’t be able to stop if she let loose. She breathed a sigh of relief immediately after he moved away, muttering to himself about God knows what.

She deliberately fixed her mind on the content of the presentation she had for a new conglomerate she intended to work with. The presentation was supposed to take place the following day, and she needed to be on top of her game.

She was not distracted by the thoughts of irrelevant people who were probably making jokes about her behind her back.

Were they making fun of her behind her back? Including Tom? She thought before immediately taking her mind off that thought.

She had no idea that her restless mind could allow sleep-not until she jerked up to the groans of her husband, which she just hit in the throes of her dream angst.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Serves him right,” Reyona thought to herself as she sighed softly, hoping that he did not hear her. I wish that he would believe that she had slept off again.

The space next to her dipped, and her body repelled the closeness.

“Are you asleep?” Thomas asked

She held her breath.

“You know, I can tell that you are not sleeping,” he said. She decided to ignore him.

“Won’t you at least check if you broke my nose?”

Reyona rolled her eyes behind their lids. The time was when she would have grinned foolishly at such a lame attempt at a joke. Right now, she just wanted to give him another hit on the nose. Just because.

“I don’t know why you are being like this,” he said with a sigh. Reyona felt him move from her side to his side of the bed. “You should know that I will not be fine if you are not,” he said.

“Oh, kill me,” Reyona thought to herself.

His phone started ringing.

“Oh sh*t!” he said to the room at large as he quickly silenced the phone. “Sorry,” he said quietly to her before stepping out of the room.

Reyona was tempted to follow him, but then she stopped herself.

“What is the point?” she thought to herself as she rolled over and pulled the coverlet up to her chin.