HIS SWEET REVENGE

Paxton’s POV

My lips move gently on hers before I begin to seek more opening and dominance when she pushes me away.

“What are you doing?” She shouts at me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Confusion skates my expression and I wonder what is wrong.

I thought she loves me too and it was just a matter of time before we became boyfriend and girlfriend?

Our neighbors think we are dating and I thought…

“Paxton, what the hell was that for?” She yells, looking at me squarely in the face. I drop my head in shame as I feel my heart shredding into pieces and my heart sinking deep into the tip of my stomach.

No!

This can’t be happening.

Emily said it and it has been my greatest fear ever since. I tried to assure myself that Celine feels the same way and there is nothing to be scared about.

I am wrong.

Is she pretending?

Abruptly, she rises and rushes to the door in anger and I follow her. Grabbing her to face me, her back hits the door.

I want to shout at her. I want to ask her why the hell she is angry.

“Let go of me”, she requests, with a furious look on her face.

“I’m sorry”, I apologize quickly. I am trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she isn’t ready yet to give another man a chance like she has been saying all these years which has been restricting me from professing my love for her.

She needs more time.

“Sorry?” She scoffs with a deep frown.

“Yes, I am truly sorry. I thought…” I look down, dropping my hands in resignation.

“You thought what?” She snaps at me. A lump gets stuck in my throat when I stare at her again. I have never seen Celine this angry and it makes me sad to be the reason for her anger.

I am suddenly speechless.

How can I tell her that I thought or I assumed we were both in love with each other and it was high time we made it official?

What will Emily think when she gets to hear this?

“I’m just sorry”, I apologize again and she shakes her head before turning to the door to go out. I block her way as fast as I can, spreading my arms out so she won’t escape.

“I need to be back to the house”, her voice is low now.

“I will take you”, I suggest and she shakes her head intermittently in rejection.

“No, I’m fine. I will take a cab.”

“I insist.” My hands are still spread and I am not ready to give up until she gives me the chance to take her home. This way, I can apologize better and talk to her so she can be calm before we get to the house.

I drop my hands and open the door for her. Quietly, she moves out and I follow in haste.

Breathing in and out, I am trying to encourage myself that this isn’t the end. It isn’t a dead-end and rejections are inevitable.

Celine will come running back to me soonest. I believe that. Bryan will always be the Bryan that he is and she can never fall for him. She will fall in love with a gentleman like me and even if she doesn’t love me yet, I will make sure she does.

When we are out of the passageway, I rush forward towards the driveway so I can open the car door for her.

I open it and she stops, glances at me for a while before heaving a deep sigh and sauntering to my side. She hops into the car and I rush back to the driver’s seat, slump into the seat, and ignite the car engine into action immediately.

The car ride is in complete silence and I wish she can say something. She is just looking out of the car window.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I chuckle to light up the atmosphere. “I already apologized, didn’t I?”

She is still silent.

I decide not to say anything again but after a while, she says to me. “It’s fine.”

I smile broadly. I know she can’t be mad at me forever. I am special to her.

The silence continues but I am satisfied with it now because she has spoken to me calmly unlike earlier when she was damn mad at me. It shows that my apology has been accepted and she has forgiven me.

I guess I caught her off-guard with the unexpected kiss.

“How do we go about it?” She asks me all of a sudden. I spare her a glance, wondering what she is talking about.

“About Jason and me”, she faces me and I look forward, careful with my driving. “If I want to deny him, how do we go about it?”

I haven’t given that much thought because Celine is the only one I wanted to save. But I can’t possibly tell her that. I can’t tell her that she is the only one I intend to save which is why I brought up the idea of denying to be Jason’s mother.

Bryan should be saddled with that responsibility. The responsibility of protecting his son.

I can’t save both of them.

If only Jason isn’t hers, everything will be much easier and I will be too glad to get rid of Bryan’s boy.

But I love Jason. I don’t wish for him to be hurt. But if it happens, I will be here to pacify Celine and we can have other babies in the future.

Her greatest mistake was letting Bryan have his way with her. If that hadn’t happened, Jason wouldn’t exist and we wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Paxton”, she calls me.

“I will get back to you on that”, I say.

“Why? Why can’t we talk about it now? If you don’t have a plan, tell me.”

“Well, the thing is we need to take each step at a time. Once you agree to deny him, I will figure other things out too but denying him comes first because that will save you both.”

I am sure she is confused.

“I don’t understand what you are saying, Paxton but I think I have an idea.”, she declares.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Go ahead, I’m all ears”, I grin broadly, glad that we are having this conversation and the tense moment from earlier is gone.

“Can we get Jason out now?” She inquires as I halt the car a few distances away from Bryan’s gates.

In awe, I turn to stare at her with a light smile on my face.

“Wow, finally!” I can’t hide my excitement. I have been telling her to give this a chance but she isn’t convinced enough that it will work.

Now, I have killed two stones with a bird. I never thought my idea of asking her to deny her son will make her have a change of mind about my earlier suggestions to get both of them out of that mansion.

This way, no one will get hurt. Jason will no longer get hurt, I will make sure of that but as long as he is still in Bryan’s home, his life is in danger.

We don’t need to mourn Jason. I am going to give them a new life and Jason will be my son the moment his mother becomes my wife.

“Let’s get Jason out!” She flashes me a hopeful smile. “Let’s get him out!”