Chapter 4

“Hey!” Brian's familiar voice beckoned, jolting me out of my reverie. My gaze settled on him but I remained on the spot. 

When he saw that I didn't respond, he walked majestically towards me with his hands coiled around Sammy’s waist.

“Can you see this? The beautiful thing we have?” he began, pointing at himself and Sammy.

“...there shouldn't be any bad blood between us… you just don't fit into my high-rated status anymore. I can't settle for a girl like you…You have virtually nothing to your name…. No Family. No money….”

A chilling wind swept over me. My anger swelled like the sea waves and it took all the ounce of strength in me to restrain myself from punching out his teeth.

“Unlike you, Samantha has everything. Her uncle can add more value to my company. She is all I need to make my company one of the top companies in the brewery industry… and apart from that? I have fallen in love with her… I am sorry she happened to be your best friend.”

Oh, I see… this is what all this is all about… Sammy's uncle who can take Brian's company to the next level.

My gaze settled on Sammy, I searched her eyes for any sign of remorse, but there was none. Rather, she looked me straight in the eyes daring me to do my worst.

What a conniving bitch, birds of the same feather. She knew how hard I raised Brian up, but jumped on him at the slightest opportunity.

My heart swelled with anger. I charged towards them like I wanted to knock them to the ground. Two men rushed towards us whom I felt were bodyguards but Brian stopped them.

Looking piercingly into my eyes, he let go of Sammy and prowled towards me. 

“Hit me, fighter,” he gritted. 

I flexed my fists and gnashed my teeth as I tried hard not to hit him.

With his eyes not leaving mine, he walked very close. Daring me. He hoisted his face closer until his lips were close to my ears, “Do you see it now? This is why I can't marry you!” He whispered.

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. I couldn't take it any more. I tilted away from him and turned my back at him.

I dressed my face cap and dug my hands into the pockets before turning back to look at him.

My gaze settled on him and then . I looked into their eyes one after the other.

“You know what? I don't need assholes like you. You two can go to hell!” I gritted and bounced out of the premises without glancing back.

The drive back home was blurry. My heart ached, my head hurt and my eyes held torrents of unshed tears as I tried not to cry.

My hands tightened on the wheels and I sped down the highway like a lunatic. It was a miracle that I drove back home safely.

I eased my car into the garage and pulled of face cap off as I walked in.

My hair tumbled over my face and shoulders and I ran my hands through it messily.

I marched towards the cold ashtray in my sitting room and searched my closet for a lighter. I had quit smoking but right now, nicotine was all I craved.

At a single strike of the lighter, the stick came alive. I took a long drag like my sanity depended on it. Nicotine permeated my senses and my chest burned.

I dropped the burning butt into the ashtray and marched to my wine rack. Although I wasn't a good drinker, I had enough wine stacked in my wine rack, thanks to Brian's winery.

Without a wine glass, I popped the wine bottle open and placed it in my mouth. I took 3 gulps- mouth full before dropping the bottle.

I became tipsy immediately. The room spined and unsteady strides, I climbed to the rooftop where I had my punching bag.

“Go to hell Sammy! Go to hell, Brian!! Go to hell, Max!!!” I yelled and rammed my fists endlessly into the punching bag. 

Most of my punches were not on target but with each one came a calming relief.