Free Web NovelChapter 245: Who Has The Control?
Huria’s words made sense to Skyla. She had promised herself she won’t be afraid of him anymore. But suddenly seeing him after such a long time didn’t prepare her for it in the slightest. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Skyla scoffed at him but didn’t look away, although her heart was going frantic she tried to remain calm. No way she wanted him to have a feeling that she still felt intimidated by him. Huria casually stuck up a conversation with Skyla to keep her distracted.
"He just wants to see you suffer, don’t give him a minute of your time. Tell me what kind of ring you want to buy for Zyair?"
Huria was furious inside her heart at the audacity of this man to have them followed. They had been so engrossed in their conversation that she hadn’t realised someone was tailing them.
Skyla finally peeled her annoyed eyes off her ex-husband whose predatory gaze didn’t falter from her even for a nano second.
"I just want a simple platinum band with letter Z embedded in it and a diamond or two on it. That’s what I have in mind but let’s see."
Huria nodded in approval. "I think that will be a fine choice."
Their food arrived, piping hot pizza and soft drinks. The enticing aroma of melted cheese, along with other ingredients such as tomato sauce, herbs, and pepperoni made her slightly forget the man sitting in the distance.
She reached out and grabbed a slice, the cheese oozed out and made long streaks as she placed the slice into her mouth and took a small bite. It melted inside and she was lost in its yummy taste.
Doran was unable to blink, unable to peel his eyes off her pretty face.
Did she become even more beautiful than before?
Ever since that press conference where she had threatened him, the media and anyone else who stood against her and that freak. He wanted to kidnap her and break that arrogance of hers, own her yet again and this time he wished to corrupt her fully.
Physical relationship was what he desired with her now and regretted not having it when she was in his clutches.
He had someone following her for days now but that heavily tattooed bodyguard of hers was always there, following her like a bulldog.
Today he finally received the call that she was with her friend and her location was sent to him. He reached the boutique and waited, when she finally emerged he tailed their car keeping a distance so they wouldn’t discover him.
He followed them into the Pizza joint, while they were busy giving their order, he quietly slid into a booth in the corner from where he could observe her without any hindrance.
Seeing her smile so openly, the way she adjusted her auburn tresses behind her ear brought back memories. It irked him that he couldn’t control her anymore. He wanted that control back, where she was under his thumb to do whatever he wished.
And then her head swiveled in his direction and he saw that smile disappear, replaced by a shock and then finally disgust. He knew she contemplated leaving but that obnoxious friend of hers whispered something in her ear and she nodded, only to look away from him.
He watched her enjoy that pizza, the food he never liked. Most of the food he found distasteful, he lived on black coffee and carb free diet.
She acted oblivious of him but after spending nine years together he could always read her emotions. Her right foot tapped the floor and she was tightly clutching her skirt with her free hand.
He made her nervous, even though she put up a brave front and acted she didn’t care, deep down she did, he was sure of it.
Only if he could walk over, grabbed her wrist and took her away, hiding her where no one will ever find her and only he got to keep her. Where no one would see her, or could contact her.
That bubble of daydreaming popped when she finished her food, got up and left the pizza joint without throwing a single glance in his direction.
Acting as if he didn’t exist, acting as if he was some diminutive creature and not a man she was married to for nine years.
Well soon he will show her who was in control. He had carried out his meticulously plotted revenge on them but it wasn’t complete not until he killed that bastard she called fiancé at the press conference.
She was his and only his. The delusional stirring of his mind was growing by the day as he sat there with his mug of black coffee, stirring his index finger on the rim and planning his next moves.
***
Zyair was already home when Skyla reached it. Waiting for her on the patio swing as it slowly rocked forward and backwards.
Dead tired and mentally exhausted, especially after her sudden encounter with the spawn of the devil. Skyla spotted her one winged angel from a distance and instantly a bright smile crept up on her lips. She moved quickly, almost gliding and he smiled affectionately at her.
Reaching him she slumped herself alongside Zyair who quietly wrapped his huge arm around her, pulling her into himself and taking a deep breath as if inhaling her calming scent.
"How was your day, beautiful?" He asked, placing a small kiss on her head.
"Good, eventful, tiring," she informed him, snuggling closer to his comforting heat that warmed her heart in ways she could never understand.
"Were you able to complete all of your tasks planned for today?" He asked in his calm velvety voice.
"I did, most of what I wanted to accomplish today has been done, a few tasks are left which I will complete in the coming days." The calmness of the night and occasional chirrup of crickets in the distance was soothing in its own way as both of them sat in each other’s company.
"Good."
"Did you eat? Want me to fix you something?" Skyla questioned, she had texted him earlier informing him that she was eating out today so he wouldn’t keep waiting for her at the dinner table.
"I did, I was also out with boys so we had dinner at Rais’s recommended restaurant. Food was good, we will visit it one of these days."
"Sounds like a plan," Skyla enthusiastically answered and snuggled even closer to him. She contemplated telling him about her encounter with Doran but then decided against it. He would only worry and she didn’t want to add to his pile of shit he dealt with on a daily basis.
Earlier she had to beg him to not call Doran when all had gone down, she knew Zyair would make some threats, Doran would most likely record their conversation and use it against him.
They were getting married and she wished for a peaceful marriage — not one with drama, she would keep today’s encounter to herself.
"Come, let’s go to bed, you look tired," Zyair whispered to her and taking her arm pulled her up. Skyla quietly followed, stifling a yawn, knowing too well she would fall asleep as soon as she hit her pillow, that was his burly arm. The best pillow in the world
Tomorrow was going to be another busy day for her but this time she had decided to take Kail along, she didn’t want to risk another encounter with her ex.
