The Logical (Wo)Man

Revenge Is Sweet

Shouryajit’s Point Of View

I know it went too far this time, but I had to. I can’t afford to lose her. This is the only part I don’t like about being in love. The insecurity is overwhelming. Yes, all men have this when they have fallen for the right one. However, my reason was different. As per intel from David, Smriti was back in London and this time her mother was accompanying her. This b*tch was actually like a harmless w***e who just wanted to fool you to bed but her mother was quite a scheming snake. I had prior experience of such women which resulted in getting myself almost half robbed and completely fooled. So, I had to protect my wife from these potential threats. Also, I knew that the only one Sia would obey without any fuss was the badass version of myself.

I got up early and went for my usual morning run. When I got back it was 7:30 in the morning. Mishti was sleeping soundly on the bed and I could see tear marks on her serene face.

“I am sorry Mishti” I whispered as I caressed her cheek. I knew she had wept after my yesterday’s actions. But she would never listen to me if I pleaded nicely.

I planted a soft kiss on her forehead and went for a shower. I had to reach office early today as there was a client meeting from 9. I got ready and stuffed some quesadillas on my way. As the car approached the building, I called up ‘The Flora’ store and ordered flowers for her.

The meeting began right on time and Stacy briefed me about the agenda.

It was a high-profile case of dispute between a movie star and a London based fashion house. There was some contract breach and our client was none other than Samuel Simpson (Name changed) a well-known Hollywood face. He was a handsome womanizer and a billionaire, the perfect combination that was required, for women to thrust themselves towards him.

“Chief Datta, it’s an honor to meet you” He greeted with a charming smile.

“Likewise Mr. Simpson” I greeted him courteously.

After a brief discussion about the case details, Mrs. Sehgal invited him for brunch. It was a courtesy gesture on behalf of our firm for clients like him. As the buffet spread was being prepared, I invited him to my cabin for some initial signatures and he obliged.

We went into my cabin and he sat on the couch, checking every part of the room.

“You’ve got quite a nice room here”

“Thanks”

Stacy went inside for getting the print outs.

“Only, you should change your secretary” he winked.

I felt completely disgusted with his s****l innuendos, but hid that with a forced smile.

“Would you like to have something now?”

“Umm..” He peeped through the other door inside the secretary’s room, for a while.

As I looked inside, I saw Sia smiling while looking at the roses that I had sent her, sometimes taking in their scent and her perfect curls falling on her face. She was wearing a baby pink blouse and a black pencil skirt and looked damn beautiful. I wanted to hug her right now. Finally, I could make her feel good and felt relieved.

“Yeah, her” His voice was lustful.

I clenched my fists as my temper started rising. I had this instant urge to lift this jacka*s and throw him out of my window. How dare he. I’ll rip his eyeballs out.

“Mr Simpson, I think you have to sign these documents” I said coldly.

“Yeah.. and what’s her name?”

“Please sign here”

He didn’t take his eyes off her and it was hard for me to control my anger. As he took the papers and signed them, I could see a mischievous curve on his face. I wanted to smash the large flower vase sitting on the center table on his so-called charming profile.

“I think we can now go for the brunch. I am sure you must be hungry” a way of saying get out of my office this instant.

“Hi there!” That ba*tard suddenly stood up and jolted into the secretary’s room and I could feel my face burning.

He went up to Sia and offered his hand “I am Samuel. You can call me Sam” He winked.

Sia was a bit taken aback by his sudden arrival and looked at his face. Then she glanced at my poker face and took his hand. What the hell! Was she blushing? I could see her cheeks turn pink.

“It’s an honor to meet you Sir” she said in a sweet voice shaking his hand.

“It’s Sam for you dear” that ba*tard had his own damn ways.

Sia gave her ever charming smile and I could not believe my eyes.

“You are thinking like an over-possessive as*hole right now” My mind rebuked.

“I didn’t get your name?”

“It’s Sia” she smiled. Her eyes were glittering right now.

“Sia.. interesting..”

No this was not interesting at all. I clenched my fists as my anger rose to the highest level.

“What the hell is happening here” I silently gritted

“Sir we are being expected at the VIP lounge.” Stacy came to the rescue.

“Yeah, Sia why don’t you join us?” He was still holding her hand.

“I uh..” she looked at me.

“Actually, I should remind you about the monthly billable summary report that I need by today” I said coldly.

“Oh Mr. Datta, don’t be a spoil sport, it won’t take much time” he gave me a weasel wink and I felt like planting a punch on his face.

He dragged Sia to the door as me and Stacy followed them hurriedly. I think I saw a glint of smile on her face. Why was she behaving like that with him? She could have denied his offer.

As we got into the elevator, I saw him place his hand on her waist. This was way too much. As the lift got crowded, I managed to pull Sia towards me. Now she stood in a corner facing me and we were just inches apart. I placed both my hands on the elevator walls guarding her from that as* and the crowd. She didn’t look at me which made me mad. How could she deny me like this? I intentionally inched closer and my leg gently touched her thighs. It made her look up, and I could see her cheeks turn red.

“You can’t fool me Mishti” I whispered as a smile played on my face. I knew she felt for me as my romantic advancements reddened her cheeks.

She rolled her eyes.

“By the way did you get the flowers?”

“Yeah.” She looked away and I inched closer.

“No Shourya please.” Her low whining voice only reached my ears. It made me want to kiss her for long. It sounds heavenly when she takes my name.

 Her innocent eyes were filled with fear and I leaned back. As we reached the lounge, I made sure to be in between that d**k and my wife.

The buffet was sumptuous with more than twenty different dishes. We took our plates and sat on the comfortable lounge. I made sure that Sia was sitting beside me followed by Stacy on the other side. Simpson sat in front of her wearing his ‘I am awfully handsome’ smile and I rolled my eyes in disgust.

Suddenly I could feel a foot that was trying to reach her skirt under the table, as that moron grazed my legs. It was enough to make me lose my senses..

“Mr. Simpson, I hope you are enjoying the food” Mrs Sehgal smiled courteously.

“Yeah, actually I am” that prick replied with a wink at Sia. “Thank you for the hospitality!”

I blocked his naked feet with my leg and stamped hard on it with my boots.

“The pleasure’s all mine.. I mean ours” I smiled sarcastically.

I could see his face turning red with pain. No one should dare to do that to Sia, in fact to any woman ever.

“Aa ..” he moaned lowly under his breath and I couldn’t stop grinning. As his voice rose, I decided to let go.

“Hushh” he felt relieved.

“Anything wrong Mr Simpson?” I asked with a courteous smile. I could see his glaring eyes stationed at me.

“Not at all!” this b*stard truly knew the game, “I will be obliged if you could come to my masquerade ball tonight Mr. Datta, of course accompanied by your lovely secretary here.” He winked at Sia with a nasty smile and I gritted.

“Sure, we ll be there Sir.” I was shocked to hear her playful reply.

“It’s a date then. I ll have the invites mailed” he grinned as he smacked his lips.

Sia didn’t even care to ask me once before saying a ‘YES’! Was she taking a revenge on me for my earlier behavior? If yes, then she’s getting herself in big trouble.

However, I was satisfied with the fact that I could give that cu*t a taste of my anger at the buffet table. Though it might not change his ways but after all, the revenge was sweet indeed.