6: Rude asshole

DAMIAN

My eyes panned across the screen of my phone. Looking at the last message Vivian dropped before going ghost on me.

It's been ten hours since her last message. Normally my phone would be popping notifications every now and then, but she's gone quiet.

I tossed my phone to the edge of my bed, an air of something similar to disappointment worried me. I adjusted my cuffs, wondering what possibly could have prompted her from sending me another text.

A knock came on my door, the door knob twists and Logan walked in already dressed, his eyes glued to his tablet in displeasure.

"You honestly can't be serious about meeting Mrs Calloway." He retorted, his eyes tilting up to meet mine as I buttoned up my shirt, not giving him an answer.

I've been busy with work in other branches so I hadn't had the time to entertain any of Vivian's text and the first thing I did the moment I freed myself from such responsibilities was ask Logan to bring me her schedule. Right now she was back home still playing the perfect little wife. It was impressive how she was still holding it on together.

"What if she knows figures out your identity and exposes it to the world?"

"She won't..." I immediately assured Logan.

"How sure are you? Her job is literally digging out dirt and leaking it to the public.." Logan reminds me as I leaned against a wall.

"But yet she hasn't leaked a single thing about Sienna's affair." I muttered back, my muscles flexing as I fold my arms.

"Her husband is involved, of course she wouldn't do that. She'd be humiliated." Logan was right and that's even more than enough reason to approach her. How long would it take before she actually does and if she doesn't, how long could she keep it a secret. I was curious.

"Either way Sienna has been spotted recently in public with Adrian Calloway in public..." Logan walked over to me, handing me his tablet to show me blurry pictures of Sienna and Adrian. I scoff spill from my lips.

"And Vivian?" I hand him his tablet back. "What has she been up to lately..."

VIVIAN

I dragged my chair back, my mind frazzled and my head spinning.

I look at the screen of my laptop, my phone shared shared to the wider screen as I watch every single message I sent to this man sit heavy under a devastating seen.

I spammed my laptop shut in rage and picked up my phone, ready to toss it across the room until I get a familiar ping.

Instantly I rushed to the notification, my head feeling light but immediately my brows thinned to see another anonymous message me.

"Are you taking requests?"

Disappointment weighed heavy on my shoulders. Did Damian Blackwood really not care about his wife cheating? Was he really okay with it? Am I pathetic harassing him for not punishing her?

He could at least send a text, but no, I got nothing but silence. But that should have been loud enough, that I was just wasting my time.

Tears shimmered in my eyes, I tapped on the notification and immediately sent a text to the other anonymous.

"Yes, I am." I needed a distraction. And maybe this new scoop would grant me one.

****

I sink into my chair, tucked away at the far end of the restaurant. I was dressed in all black, my shades and hat barely hiding my identity.

I check for my surroundings once more, pulling out my camera and panning it towards Mykala Nogaria. The infamous heiress that's been rumoured sleeping with married men.

And the man she was currently feeding was my client's husband.

I checked the pictures, feeling a bit alive now that I was out working again. I had enough pictures. I just had to compile them and send them out.

"Right this way Mr Calloway..." My head tilt up at the mention of the last name. And to my detriment, Adrian was hand in hand, snuggled up with Sienna. All eyes panned towards them.

I retrieved to the corners of my seat. Are they both crazy?

How can they be seen together in the public?

I pulled my head out, my eyes trailed to where they sat.

Fortunately they weren't close, infact they were like two seats away from me and Sienna was facing my direction.

I watched how her lips curled into a smile and her eyes sparkled every now and then. How he'd pull her hair back and lean against the table and plant a kiss.

The one that killed me was when he kissed the back of her palm, like he's always do to me when we went out.

I couldn't stomach it any longer. I pulled my phone out to message Damian but stopped myself. He hasn't taken any action against Sienna, so how would it be any different.

I tossed my phone into my purse, my camera and the rest of my things. I tugged on my collar and my hat, making my exit out of the restaurant only to bump into someone.

I staggered back, my hat blown away from my head and my shades hitting the floor with the rest of my things.

"I'm sorry.." I manage to utter without getting a single help from the stranger. I picked my things, and looked up to see him looking down at me.

"Sorry won't cut it..." He said, bending down to pick a phone that didn't look like mine.

"Do you know what you've done, you just cost me a very important deal.." he hissed, flashing me the cracked screen of his phone.

"I'll reimburse your phone," I search my purse for my phone.

"No need.." he said. "You're a pretty woman. How about we settle this somewhere private.." he flashed me a grin.

"Excuse me?" I furrowed my brows.

"Don't play innocent, you know what I mean. Just one night and I'll let bygones be..."

"Fuck you..." I hissed, holding back my tears. His eyes widened at my reaction.

"What did you say to me?"

"Fuck you.." I repeated, watching his face contort with visible rage. He lunged at me and my hands shield my face, bracing the impact but I didn't feel anything. I slowly dropped my hands to see the man on his knees, begging under his breath as a man grabbed him by the wrist, clearly cracking it with every second.

My eyes trailed towards his face and something about him felt familiar.

"Are you okay?" He turned to me. And then I remembered. He was that rude asshole that broke my camera.