Free Web NovelChapter 105: Zyair’s Wrath
Doran arrived at Angel City, fuming and raging. He couldn’t wait to confront Skyla so instead of going home he went to Kincaid International. Asking the desk assistant he tried to go up but was informed that the top floor was restricted. No one was allowed up until Mr Zyair or his secretary permitted it.
So he called his wife. She picked up at the second bell.
"Where are you?" he demanded rather furiously.
"In my office, is everything alright?" His frigid tone pinched her heart, letting her know something was awfully wrong.
"I want to talk to you and I am downstairs, tell them to let me up."
Skyla knew he would create a whole fuss if she refused and didn’t want him to create a scene at her workspace. So she spoke to the desk assistant and told her to send him over.
By this time Doran was seeing red. He got into the elevator and headed to the top floor. Skyla was waiting for him when he got out.
One glance was all it took for her to understand the kind of mood he was in. She shrunk back as he lunged for her, brutally capturing her wrist and jerking her forward. He breathed in her ear.
"Take me to your office Skyla and don’t test my patience." Skyla gulped, this was bad.
This was her office and she had a reputation here, what was he doing threatening her here? What if someone saw him?
She led him to her office and he closed the door before turning to her. His cold eyes were frozen today and the icy gaze chilled Skyla.
"What happened between you and Preston and don’t you fucking lie, because I know the truth." He barked at her like a rabid dog. Skyla gasped, how did he know? fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"N–nothing, it was nothing," she stammered, her eyes widening as she tried to stay away from his reach. But they were in an enclosed space and her legs finally hit her desk.
"Nothing? Or did you try to seduce him so he could fuck you? I told you on the very first night if you opened your legs for a man I would break them, didn’t I?" he leaned so close to her, his haunting breath was on her face.
"I didn’t." She was getting tired of his accusations and double standards.
The slap came instantly, making her head swerve and she fell on her desk, her hands cushioned her fall.
A ringing sound filled her ears from the slap but she was done.
Skyla jerked her head back, the hatred in her eyes surged as she seethed out with her fists clenched.
"Get out before I call the security and make them throw you out."
Doran was slightly taken aback by the ferocity of her words.
"Are you threatening your own husband? Don’t forget.." she didn’t let him finish. Picking up one of the heavy figurines from her table Skyla hurled it towards him. He jumped aside in a nick of time as it flew and crashed against the door.
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"I said get out," this time she shouted at the top of her lungs and pointed to the door.
He hadn’t expected her to react like this and knew this indeed was a precarious situation. Anyone could walk inside her office at that moment.
"I will see you at home," he replied in a threatening voice and finally turned away, throwing the door open. He exited it in a hurry and closed the door. Turning around he tried to walk away but collided with something solid.
His eyes lifted and found themselves staring into the deep abysmal pits that pinned him down. The face was hidden and yet it was twisted in a maddening rage, the rage which was about to be unleashed on Doran and engulf him whole.
The calm and composed man Doran and everyone around him were used to seeing had been replaced with a furiously rampaging being. He was split between instantly killing this sewer rat or torturing him for days, to inflict pain a thousand times over what he had dared meted out on Skyla.
Doran didn’t even see his hand coming as he grabbed his collar and began to drag him along as if the 6’2 inches man weighed nothing.
"Hey! What the..." Doran’s words were buried inside his throat as Zyair flung him inside his office and closed the door behind him. He didn’t want Skyla to see this.
Doran harshly landed on the floor of his office as Zyair towered over, burning him with his murderous gaze. All the muscles in his body tightened and flexed in an explosive fury that was about to be let loose on this despicable man on the floor.
He wasn’t even trying to control those emotions, the hate, the insanity, and the frustration all blended into one and embroiled inside of him. Itching to be let loose.
"Did you hit her?" His words were like steel rods which impaled Doran to the ground and all he could do was gulp.
How dare he come into his territory and lay a hand on her?
The silence stretched as Zyair waited for his answer. Doran gathered himself up and tried to lift his body off the ground when Zyair’s polished boot landed on his chest, aggressively pushing him back.
"You didn’t answer." Zyair bent down, bringing his masked face closer to Doran’s frightened one now. The man seemed to have seen a ghost. Those sapphire eyes were raining hellfire and Doran was going to be scorched.
"Get off me, it’s none of your business," he tried to sound manly but all he could manage was to squeak like a mouse. Trying to push Zyair’s boot off his chest but failing miserably and pathetically.
The man in the mask mirthlessly smiled, he was so going to enjoy putting this one in his place.
"Wrong answer." The blow came instantly after his words. The heel of Zyair’s boot smacked so hard against Doran’s jaw that one of his incisors broke and his mouth filled up with blood.
He squealed in pain but had no time to recover as another blow came and then another. Doran never even got a chance to lift himself off the floor as Zyair bludgeoned him repeatedly. Not even using his hands, he didn’t want to soil them with the dirty blood of this despicable man.
Taking out all his frustration, the pent-up anger, every hit he had ever landed on Skyla was avenged that day.
Lawrence needed signs on some papers so he went to Zyair’s office but what he found there shifted the ground from under his feet.
Doran was on the ground, bloodied, his face was almost unrecognizable from the beating Zyair was giving him. He was quietly beating the crap out of him and not a sound could be heard outside, except Doran’s painful whimpers.
Lawrence panicked and rushed to Zyair, trying to push him off the man before he would kill him. Zyair refused to budge; he was too strong for them and adrenaline pumped through him. His brain was stuck on only one thought.
Inflict as much pain on him as possible.
"Stop, you would kill him," Lawrence pushed him with all he had, "Snap out of it."
Zyair’s stormy eyes were still fixated on the obnoxious man. He wanted to permanently damage him.
Bending down Zyair grabbed him by the collar, half lifting him off the floor so their eyes could meet.
Petrified blues met tempestuous azures.
"Listen here you fucking piece of shit and listen carefully. You even touch a single hair on her head again or you dare stop her from coming here. I will ruin you in ways you can’t even fathom. The whole world will know you are nothing but a pathetic wife-beater."
Zyair’s threatening words had Doran’s head swimming. He hurled him towards Lawrence and straightened up, sprucing his coat he threw a final order on Lawrence.
"Get him out of my sight through the back elevator or I would fucking kill him."
