HIS SWEET REVENGE

Bryan’s POV

I stir in my sleep, feeling aches all over my body. When my eyes fly open, I am surprised to see that it is morning already. I didn’t know when sleep eluded me because I kept tossing in bed last night after Celine left my room.

I was turning in bed, thinking about all the revelations about the night we mistakenly had sex.

First, I didn’t know she was a virgin and I didn’t know she tried to stop me from having sex with her.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

I had blamed her all these years when I am the one at fault. This is all so hard for me to believe.

How can a woman I have always mistreated be enduring all of these when she isn’t even responsible? Why didn’t she tell me all of these before now?

I sigh loudly, not feeling the urge to get up and go to work. I feel weak and I wish to stay in bed till later. I will probably go to work late today.

My mind is fixed on the conversation Celine and I had last night that I don’t even know when someone moves close to me until she calls out. “Bryan.”

I am startled as I jerk upright, the ache sipping through my whole body.

“Shit!” I curse when I see her. It is Celine. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry for startling you, I thought you were still sleeping so I thought I should wake you up for work”, she replies calmly, looking like the quiet Celine I know her to be and not the woman who has suddenly changed to something else these past two days.

She doesn’t even look like we had a heated conversation yesterday and it baffles me.

This thing is eating me up and I am surprised I didn’t have a sleepless night.

Jason is not a mistake. I just can’t remember how it happened but I guess I caused it all. After the sex and I woke up the next morning to see Celine in my bed, I was furious and I sent her out in rage. My anger didn’t even let me think about that night. Anytime my mind goes there, I always wave it away and I guess the memories went away as well because I didn’t want it.

Now I am trying so hard to remember, but nothing is coming.

All these revelations are trying to break through the thick hard wall I have built between Celine and me. Celine is innocent. She isn’t responsible for what I am accusing her of. It is obvious now but it is so hard to believe.

I find it hard to agree to all of this. I have always blamed her for everything. Every one of my mistakes. Who do I blame now?

“I have brought your clothes out and the shoes too”, she comments but I am staring into space, even though I heard her.

I have forgotten that I was the one who instructed her to commence her job again. Bringing out my office wear and taking care of me.

When I remember the job of taking care of me, a smile creeps onto my face. I can’t let Celine go off easily.

I enjoy letting her do things for me. So it should remain that way. She should take care of my son and also take care of me.

Maybe when I learn to interact with her like every other person, I will finally be able to forgive myself. But for now, I need to go on with my sweet revenge.

It gives me joy.

“Bryan?” She touches my shoulder and a good shiver runs down my spine. I slide back into bed immediately. “Aren’t you going to work?” She takes her hand off, looking embarrassed.

“I have aches”, I say calmly, wincing in pain like someone who had gone through a lot of stress overnight. The ache isn’t that much but I want to act like it is. I like the way she fusses around with worry and concern whenever I am hurt.

Celine doesn’t do this to me alone. I have seen her do the same to Jason and then to a bodyguard before she ran away.

The other day when I injured myself, I liked the feeling of having someone who cares around me.

“Aches?” Concern filled her expression. “Did you stress yourself at work yesterday?”

It worked. I can’t believe she still cares about me after everything. After last night, she still cares. After making her cry on several occasions, she still cares.

Or is she pretending to care?

“No!”

She turns around, confused about what to do and how to help me. I watch her in amazement, trying to figure out if she is being real.

“Let me get…”

“I need a massage”, I interrupt her before she can say what she wants to get. I don’t need anything other than a massage.

The one she gave me the other day made me feel so relaxed and I didn’t know when I slept off. The ache I am feeling is manageable but it won’t hurt if I get a massage to relieve me so I can go to work.

“A massage?” She demands with her mouth agape in surprise. I nod, turn away from her and burrow my face in the pillow, waiting for the impact of her hands.

She seems hesitant for a while, probably thinking this is another punishment.

Before I can look up, she leans forward and her hands touch my two shoulders. Unconsciously, a sigh of relief escapes from my mouth and my eyes squeeze shut tightly.

“You can climb the bed if you want to be comfortable that way. Besides, I want a massage so I can feel relieved by the time I am done taking a bath”, I try to sound as casually and nonchalant as possible. I don’t want her to detect anything different in my tone or way of speaking to her.

She takes off her hand again and climbs into bed. I feel nothing but coldness. When she touches my shoulders again, her butts sitting gently on my straight legs, I almost jerk my leg up.

I didn’t say she should sit on me. I am not expecting that she would do that. She doesn’t need to sit on me to be comfortable.

Before I can protest, she begins to massage my shoulders slowly, her hands trailing my back then upward, and then down.

I feel relaxed and I begin to feel sleepy again after I break off the heavy silence between us with a sigh.

What? Was it a sigh or a moan?

Shit! I want to get up but then I realize she is sitting on my legs. She leans forward and I feel a wetness on my leg and something hard touching my bulge.

Impulsively, it hardens and I wish I am facing her to see what she is doing to me.

What is happening? What is Celine doing?

Am I imagining things or is this happening indeed?

Her hands touch the tip of my shoulder again, rubbing it slowly in circular motions, then she drags it down rubbing them passionately like a masseur.

When she drags her hands upward again, I almost lose control as her boobs touch my back and her thighs hit my right leg.

“Thank you”, I say breathlessly when I can take it no more. I can’t do this. I will leave this till some other time when I am in my right senses and not imagining things. The first time she massaged me, she was practically trembling and I’m sure that is what is happening but I am thinking otherwise.

I am a bit relieved so she should let it go.

“I’m not done, just be calm. I will be done in a few minutes”, she objects and I am thinking I didn’t hear right.

Did Celine just say she isn’t done massaging me when I am expecting her to jump down from the bed?

Is Celine doing this on purpose? I shake my head. That is not possible. Celine isn’t that courageous.

After a few more minutes of waiting and she is still messaging me, an idea strikes me and I decide to ask her a question that will determine whether she is doing this intentionally or not.

Suddenly, she lets go of my shoulders and climbs down from the bed. I turn on my back, still laying down.

She clasps her arms behind her, waiting for more orders from me.

I close my eyes. “I still feel pains and I doubt if I can take a bath myself.”

“Even after the massage?” She opens her eyes and nods. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine”, I say as try to get down from the bed.

“Should I help you?”

“No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, I will be fine.”

I stand up from the bed and dismiss her with a wave of my hand. When she is close to the door, I stop her. “Celine.”

She turns back sharply. I am now sitting on the edge of the bed, removing the stockings I wore last night.

“Will you help me take a bath?” I ask innocently.

Confusion skates her expression and when she realized what I am asking her, her eyes bulge open in surprise and she screams. “What?!”