If one could get an award for having this worst day ever, I would be going home with a goddamn medal, i had my hands clasped real hard, vein popping hard beneath a table, while trying my best not to throw a punch across the table while a familiar bastard sat across me.
No other person , could make my blood boil, into a magma other than adonis hanlsey, also known as the self centered bastard, blackmailing bastard, he could go by other names but he decided to go by Vanessa fiancee, as a ring sat round his fore finger, and a grin, glued on his perfect face.
“ you can spend all day drinking me in, i am used to it,…”
“ i came here for a reason” he said still smiling
“ say whatever you have to say, i don't like being far from my business”
“Oh you mean Sinclair's restaurant, i heard a lot of about you, from the internet, and few from my sweetheart, that's why i came”
My pulsating hate was at the verge of escape, just mentioning nessa, and with that smug smile on his face he could see how uncomfortable his statement had made me, “You are just one lucky man, happened to be so good in bed, he picked a god's attention, then got the opportunity to make three wishes.”
“And now he thinks he's also a god, funny.”
I knew where he was heading to, so I braised myself for it, being among the rich, one needs to act like one, stoic what Sinclair has taught me in the past few months, never over react, be composed at all times, truth be told, i had her voice chanting it in my head already
“ well, i don't associate with low lives, never had, never will, so I will make you grace short, it isn't always easy to have an Henley in your presence he said” clasping his long fingers, after dramatically combing his hair with his hand, “Well, you must have noticed nessa isn't as responsive as you expect her to be”
“ well, she told me some of the charade both of you have on, and i had seen series of baffling messages you have sent her through out the week, and i just want to tell you to quit it, nessa is mine, quit trying to be her friend you would never be”
“ and just before you forget, you are no more than a fuck boy, everyone knows that, so quit trying to be in our caliber, if you were supposed to be here, you would have been born rich, or looked rich, you are still wreathed”
Adonis must have had an extra pair of gut to come here without protection, it was an open place , nice, but that doesn't stop me from placing a punch on his face, and damn he said those words with so much confidence, like he was one kind of ghost, even a psychic couldn't get hold of , but god dammit, this is the only moment in my life i have ever been so quiet, and i would make him pay for it, oh Adonis, you would pay for it.
“ Hate me all you want, but Nessa is mine, she can never leave me, and that final, soon your sugar mummy would knee before me, with tears in her eyes, just like her daughter,” he said.
My hands held the table firmly, as i stood, he dares not speak of my woman, in that manner,"ooh” he smile looking around, while smiling, he knew I held so much down, to keep his perfect dentitions, “Someone is so quick to react, she must be sucking you real good with her granny gums.”
That's it, I can't take any other insult about Sinclair, as my knuckles finds its rightful place on his left cheek, he falls to the floor, his hands trying to keep his face up, no way h'es leaving here alive, he must feel the pain I had endured
Raisin him by his collar, a punch landed on his left cheek, they were red now with my fist, “ please” he said smiling, a mischievous smile, with a devilish look on In his eyes, damn, I hate him so much, my hands find his neck as I squeezed, trying to restrict his breathing as the adrenaline never seemed to stop gushing out.
“Give me your all, fuck boy” Before he could complete his statement, a punch sent him to the floor, as he coughed out blood, still smiling he was showing any form of defense, seeing him show no form of resistance make me want to hit him even more, " fuck fight back", my urge to create more colors on his face overrules my scenes of reasoning,
" beat me all you want, that family belongs to a dead man, not you" he stutters as he coughed more blood.
“Fuck you” I whispered, my fist clenches, as every movement he made made my heart ache, he shouldn't be moving, my feet find a weak spot in his belly, as i kicker him so hard, his knees left the ground, as he rolled on the floor with whist holding his belly,
“ stop” i felt a restriction behind me. People had come to his aid, with blood trickling down his mouth, and some stain on his T-shirt, he passed a smirk as his eyes slowly closed, that was all I needed know he was indeed plotting something and he got it, some fellow old called 911, while I was taken by the cops
Now Sinclair was just outside having a silky conversation with the bastard in charge,, while i sat totally shirtless, as my body wouldn't quite having different temperature, in milliseconds, i bet shes so embarrassed of me already, and to top it up, she want to slap me so hard, the way she held her bag firmly, shows nothing but anger. I had seen her hold her bags that way, and it's only when she is so furious
“Thanks”
Now she's walking towards me her manicured hands still holding her bags in place, while she maintained a clown smile, " lets go martins” she said with clenched teeth, my heart skips a beat for a second, she just said a full sentence without opening her mouth.
The officer opens the cell door, but my legs were too reluctant o move, heaven knows what punishment she has installed for me today