Chapter 116
JAXON
“So, you mean to” I chuckled, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration. I chuckled again. And again. And again. I was infuriated, but at the same time, I found the whole situation amusing.
My workers knew the kind of person they worked with, yet they found new ways to aggravate me. It was as if they derived some sort of sick pleasure from watching me dish out punishments to them.
He shifted on his feet, looking down at his feet. His composure was beginning to falter. His trembling gave him away.
The air in the boardroom grew hotter by the second. It was thick with deafening silence, the temperature fluctuating now and then. With the tension that accompanied the loud silence, I was so sure I would hear a pin drop.
They sat in their seats like statues, unable to utter a word. No one wanted to be the scapegoat, but with the way my anger was escalating, one of them was bound to go back home without his body intact.
“You mean to tell me that our sales have gotten this bad and you didn’t think I should know about it?” I asked him, narrowing my eyes on his frame. If gaze could incinerate people, then he would have been six feet under. Worse, he would have crumbled to ashes.
“Answer me!” The resonance of my harsh voice filled up the room, threatening to swallow it whole. “And you look me in the eye while I am talking to you!” I bellowed.
His head shot up and his eyes locked with mine. The sheer horror that dented his eyes and dimmed them seemed fascinating for a moment. Heck, I would have relished it if I wasn’t so angry.
“I–am sorryboss,” He was a weak, stuttering mess. My fists collided with the surface of the desk, causing everyone to flinch in fright.
“You are sorry?” I scoffed.
“Will sorry bring back everything I lost? Are you being serious right now? Will your fucking apology make up for the money I have lost in the past week?” I threw questions at him, utterly outraged and not stopping to catch my breath.
“What-” My ringtone prevented me from saying a word further. My eyes swatted to the phone on the table and the caller ID made my heart skip multiple times.
It was Peach.
It took every ounce of restraint I had in me, not to reach for the phone and hear her voice. The thought of abandoning everything I was doing and going home to meet her was so tempting. My soul ached and yearned for her touch. For her. Heck, it felt like I could finally breathe when I saw that call.
But then, the thought of Adam touching her, in all the places I have touched her and made her scream my name. The thought of her moaning in his arms the way she did, whenever I had my hands and mouth all over her body, whenever I was buried deep inside of her, fuelled my anger and I found myself declining the call.
I hissed through my teeth, muttering profanities under my breath. I knew the guy was dead, but it didn’t make me quench my anger. It only amplified it because I wanted nothing more than to kill him a thousand times again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Like I was induced into a trance, I snapped out of it. She could call all day long and I wouldn’t pick. She has to learn the hard way. That’s the only way she would learn to trust me, because whether she liked it or not, we were bound together, for eternity.
I exhaled, a wave of exhaustion suddenly washing over me. My back met the headrest and I threw my head backwards, spinning around in the swivel chair.
“I need to breathe and you are all suffocating me, so get out. Now.” My voice was calm, yet it held a glaring edge to it.
They didn’t have to be told twice. They scrambled to their feet and scampered out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
I missed her. I missed my woman. I missed her smell, her voice, her touch. I missed everything about her. From the moment I stormed out of the room that night, it felt like I left a part of me in that room and the farther I was away from her, the more incomplete I felt.
I knew I would go out of my mind if I didn’t know how she was faring and that was why I made it my life’s mission to call Alberta every day and ask after her.
My mind wandered to the last time I called Alberta and what she told me about her being sick. I knew I should be with her at home, helping her get through this, but the fact that he touched her wouldn’t leave my memory.
It was driving me crazy.
“Fuck!” I cursed.
My phone chimed softly and I picked it up. I furrowed my brows when I saw the voice message from her. The urge to ignore it niggled at it but my curiosity was stronger. So, I tapped on the play button.
A smile automatically made its way to my face but it didn’t last long.
“Arden–Arden! I think–I think someone is following me. Please, pick your call!” Her words were rushed. Her voice was quivering so badly, infused with so much fear.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
My heart lurched in my throat and I froze in my seat. My mind went blank on its own as I tried to grasp what was going on. For several seconds, I couldn’t process anything. I was racked with shock.
It was as though an alarm went off in my brain, screeching loudly. That was all it took to jolt me back to consciousness. The first thing my mind could process was the phone call.
Peach was in trouble. She had been trying to reach me but I didn’t pick up her calls.
I shot up from my seat in a nanosecond.
“DUNCAN!” I bellowed and the doors swung open.
My eyes were fixated on him. I was trying to communicate with him but every attempt I made only brought so much liquid to my eyes. My heart thudded against my chest, pounding horrifically. My breath was hanging in my lungs, drying up itself. The air in the room got thinner by the second and when I moved, I was a staggering mess.
My breath came out in wheezes and I was clutching my chest. It felt like my whole world was beginning to spin, non-stop and I had no control over it.
Unable to grasp my emotions that were all over the place, I let out an excruciating scream.