Chapter 30 A threat again
ANGELICA'S POV
I must've lost my mind.
Yes. That must've been exactly what had happened, or why would I let anyone touch me in a public place in broad daylight like this, especially when that someone happens to be my boss?
The blood on Ericson’s shirt glared back at me, and I felt my sanity slapping me hard into reality as soon as his hot body detached from mine, giving me enough space to breathe and to find my rational thinking.
“I…” I started, unsure what to say.
My head was spinning with messed-up thoughts. I didn't want to ask about this because I wasn't ready for him to confirm it.
While I was troubled about what we shared, Ericson looked completely normal. His gaze, still hot and full of desire, left me breathless.
“I think I should return to the office,” I stammered before pushing him away slowly, only enough to have enough space to run away.
I started the car as soon as I exited the construction site.
My gaze met the two bouncers who had stopped me earlier, whose gazes had some kind of recognition in them, and the thought of them hearing my lewd moaning from earlier made my face burn up from embarrassment.
As I drove back to the company, I wondered if I was really ready to return after this.
Dylan must be back from the site visiting and facing any of the brothers after the ordeal… I slammed the brakes near a cafe and took a deep breath.
Maybe a cold coffee would be able to calm me.
Yes. I nodded at myself and went inside the cafe before ordering a coffee.
‘Stop overthinking, Li. It wasn't you who touched Ericson. He was the one who touched you there. Besides, it's not like you consented to it. He said it was a punishment,’
‘But it's not like I would've denied if he had asked. Heck, I wouldn't have minded if he had spread my legs wide open and punished me with his thick –”
My thoughts clashed against each other, and I groaned.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” I heard a cacophonic voice, and my expression must have turned uglier than before.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Tyler and Cindy walking towards my table.
I kept quiet, hoping the duo would leave, but to my disappointment, the shameless duo stood before me.
“Angelica,” Tyler's voice was gentle, and I gulped the bitter words as I was about to lash at them.
I casually gazed at him, his concerned eyes confusing me.
“Cindy, why don't you order something? I will be back,” Tyler said to Cindy, who looked like she was about to deny it. But when she looked into his eyes, she huffed and left us alone.
I ccked my brows at him.
What could he possibly want to talk to me about? I was sure I made it pretty clear that I wouldn't accept a useless apology.
Cheaters don't make mistakes. They make a choice: they betray their partners rather than tell them the truth. No apology in the world can justify this.
“Have you been well?” Tyler asked.
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at him.
“Can we get straight to the point?” I asked.
“You… you… how do I put it… you smell full of desire like you need a release and —” Tyler started, and I widened my eyes.
Did he just… No… there was no way he could smell my arousal or what happened between me and Ericson.
Before entering the cafe, I had wiped myself clean with a wet wipe I found in Alen’s car.
The audacity of this guy! Was he trying to say that I was full of desire because now I didn’t have him to pleasure me?
Without replying to him, I did one thing I had intended to do for a long time.
I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.
“How dare you?” I spat that question at him.
Tyler's eyes widened before he shook his head.
“No, Angel. You got me wrong. That wasn't what I meant to say. The words; they just sound wrong, but that's not what I intended–” Tyler tried to explain, but I couldn't waste my time on him anymore.
I looked at him with pure disgust.
“I really thought maybe love changed you, and you didn't have the guts to admit it to me, but I didn't know I was dating such a prick. You have some nerve,” I said to Tyler.
I was about to leave when Cindy came to my side and held my hand.
“Hold up. Where do you think you are going after hitting my boyfriend? How dare you?” Cindy deliberately told the boyfriend part more clearly, probably trying to rub it in my face, but I couldn't help but scoff at the lame part.
I smirked at her and stepped ahead.
“You want to see how dare I do that? Do you suffer from short-term memory loss? Want me to refresh some memories for you?” I asked, wanting to remind her of the beating I gave her after she tried to drown me.
Cindy stepped ahead threateningly.
If she thought I wouldn't do anything to her since Tyler was here, she was so wrong. I wasn't a people pleaser like her.
However, before I could say anything, I felt the sudden urge to look to my left, and my head instinctively turned to the entrance. I saw Dylan walking inside the cafe, clad in his black shirt and grey pants, looking like a man straight out of a magazine shoot.
He turned to me as if he sensed my presence before quirking his brows.
“Having fun, Miss Li?” He asked, his brows furrowing when his gaze met with Cindy.
And was I just me, or did his gaze really turn hostile as he looked at Tyler?
No. What was I thinking? Why would he hate Tyler?
“I am sorry, sir. I stopped to grab a coffee on my way to work,” I said without explaining further.
“Have you gotten your order?” Dylan asked, and at the same time, the waiter brought my order.
“Put it in a takeaway cup,” Dylan said, and the waiter quickly returned the cup with the lid.
I was about to pay when Dylan swiped his card on the machine.
“Need an invitation?” He asked me, his voice strangely chilly and detached, making me gulp and shake my head.
Was he angry that I was slacking off? But I wasn't exactly slacking off.
Then again, I was enjoying coffee during office hours, so…
I followed Dylan out and was about to sit inside the car when my phone rang. I opened the message with an unknown number.
However, a gasp left my mouth the next moment, and the phone slipped out of my hand.
I would've dropped it on the floor if not for Dylan's quick reflexes.
The thought of him reading the content made my heart skip a beat, so I quickly snatched the phone from him.
Inside the message was a photo of a mutilated rabbit with words written from his blood that said, “Don't you like cute fluffy things?”
I know it was the work of that man, and the fact that he was constantly looking for a way to make my life hell filled me with agony.
“Is something the matter?” Dylan asked, and I shook my head, trying to ease the unease.
I sat inside the car feeling distracted when my phone suddenly rang, shaking me to the core.
I was afraid it was from the same man, as the caller didn't have an ID, so I gripped the seat belt tighter.
“It's a spam call,” Dylan said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I breathed a sigh of relief before declining the call with trembling hands.
“I was just startled at the sudden noise,” I said, trying to justify my actions. He hummed, not saying much, which I was glad for.