A Game Of Revenge

Episode 22 Beyond Physical Attraction

"R-Roy." I said quickly, rectifying my mistake. I had no intentions of infuriating him when we were alone.

“Good.” He smiled at my subjugation and finally started the drive.

"I am putting my expectations on you, Garnet. I hope you won't humiliate me like before."

‘How can he breathe without taunting me?’

"Then please refrain from being close to me." I muttered, looking out of the window, folding my arms.

"You are coming as my partner. I will touch you and you will ‘not’ resist." He demanded.

Narrowing my eyes, I turned to him and asked what had been bothering me, “Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” He asked, perplexed.

I whispered, “Touching me. Is it to show me the power of your temptation that I was a fool to deny your touch or for revenge?”

An inexplicable flicker of blended rage caused him to lower his gaze for a second, his was seemingly hurt.

I thought I could redeem my action by apologizing and end the hatred he must have kept.

But, too late, he lifted it to meet me for a second with a serious face.

“Revenge.”

“I see.” I hummed, curling my lips upward hollowly.

“If you ever feel like putting us equal and end this, you can slap me back. I won’t mind.” I sighed, fidgeting my fingers around my dress, feeling a strange clench in my heart.

“I don’t hit people.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes off.

“What are you going to do for the sake of it then?” I asked, curious to know if it wasn’t an eye for an eye then what could it be.

“Until my thirst for our first meeting is quenched.” He said direly, affixed into an unfathomable swirl I was unable to encrypt.

“You want a one night stand?”

I was flabbergasted to fathom who could tempt any woman, wanting me to the extent of revenge.

“That’s the problem, Garnet you don’t get it.” He growled, slamming his hand on the steering wheel, startling me for a second.

“Get what?” I asked quickly, worried what could be beyond that.

“I never desired your body, you were beyond a physical attraction, dammit!”

Turning his head to the side as we reached the hotel where the ritzy party was being held.

To say I was astonished would be an understatement. Beyond physical attraction?

“What? What could it be beyond that? What do you want from me?” I asked hastily, mouth gaped.

Perturbed to perceive but he kept the context vague and scoffed, “Leave it, you wouldn’t understand.”

“But-”

I tried to argue but he returned a death-stare which sealed my vocal cords instantly.

“Shut up and come along.” He ordered, getting out but my mind lingered on his words.

“Okay…”

Sighing, I followed him, going to the party.

We both got out and Mr. Layne wrapped his arms around my waist.

I felt distressed by his iron grip on my waist but taking a deep breath and we walked inside.

I put on a decent smile, still impotent to comprehend; Why the hell was I here?!

"Roy!"

A soft voice of Georgia was called as she rushed and hugged him, pushing me out of the way instantly.

“Woah,”

"Oh, Lucien's girlfriend, you’re here too?"

She smiled at me, waving her hand. My heart felt strange when she called me that.

Why did she call me that anyways?

"Georgia. She is not his girlfriend. She is ‘my’ personal assistant." Mr. Layne told her and God how he emphasizes on 'my' was oddly enticing.

"Then why is she here?" She asked, putting her hand on her waist, frowning.

"She is my partner for tonight."

He smirked, holding my hand and pulling me closer, causing me to stiff and stand like a robot with no expression.

"Oh, well, who can stop you? Good luck~"

Georgia winked at me, also waving her hand at me, I was startled by her actions. My soul can feel it, he had ominous plans hidden in him for me.

He then introduced me to a few people as 'his partner'. His hand was glued to my waist and no matter how much I tried, his fingers latched to my waist in place of a shackle.

But I noticed one thing, the way he talked, it was so polite and bewitching. He could make anyone do anything for him on the snap of his fingers.

If I wasn’t miserable that day, I would have blindly given into him.

For now, I had only two words for this evening; boring and disturbing.

The stylist mentioned a gossip group and I was their topic. They were discussing Roy Layne’s assistant being his partner of the evening too.

“They are talking about us,”

“So? Everyone talks about me all the time. Am I to stop and listen?”

“Yeah, right, as if I will be seeing them again anyways,”

After a while, he finally removed his grip around me when an old couple came and by looking at them, I guessed they were his parents.

"Who is she?"

The blue-eyed old lady, looking similar to Mr. Layne asked.

He smiled tenderly, a genuine smile adorning his aesthetic feature and moved to her and put his hands over her shoulder.

"She is my partner for tonight. Garnet Beth. Angelic, isn’t she?"

The smile and shine he had on his face when he talked to his Mother was inexplicable. He was delighted.

"Really? Hello, Dear. I am Roy's mother, Melody Layne."

I flashed a sweet smile and replied, "Good evening, Ma'am. Pleased to meet you."

And the person, I guessed as his father, seemed displeased by everything.

“Hello, Sir. Good evening.”

“Hmph.” He scoffed.

Arthur Layne, the one my boss would NEVER work with. After separating the workline with him, he never returned to him.

“He is not important, Garnet. You meet my Mother,” He said, glaring at Mr. Layne but flashing sweet smiles at his Mother.

“You love humiliating your own Father, don’t you?” His Father growled.

“I didn’t lie.”

He rolled eyes and I stood awkwardly.

‘How can he be so disrespectful towards his Father?’

"Hey, Roy!”

Lucien popped up from behind, lighting the tension in the air.

“Ah!”

I gasped, stumbling upon my steps, falling on his hard chest as he held my shoulders to support me with a grin.

“Oh, I didn't know Garnet is with you.>

Afraid, I hastily got away from him, recalling the last meeting with Mr. Layne that sent shivers down my spine and anxiously held my elbow.

“Ah, seeing you made my evening better, Garnet."

“What?” All of them asked at the same time.

I saw him grinning at me, bewildering me at the strange energy present in their family, not daring to lift my gaze as my heart started to beat swiftly.

"Well, Dear brother, I am borrowing your partner for the rest of my night." He said, offering me his hands.