Chapter 30

Stefano "Thank you, Collins. I think we’re done here, si?" Ryker Collins came today with an unplanned meeting. He updated me about some changes on the project. He needed to inform me right away if I agreed with the changes. When we’re done, I rearranged the papers and put it back in the folder. "Not yet." He replied in Italian. He was mocking me and I knew why. Ever since he came this morning, the tension here didn’t leave. "You know for a driver and employer, you two seem cozy." A nerve in me snapped. I could hear it in the back of my mind. He glared at me. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Collins. I suggest you leave now. I still have work to do." "No, I’m not done yet, Ranallo. You know what I’m talking about. I’m sure you also know what Avery and I’s relationship." He clenched his fist on my table. I glared back at him. My blood was boiling, another nerve had snapped. "Collins... leave. You’re being irrational right now." Collins stood from his seat. He leaned to my desk and shot me with his raging brown eyes. "Did you **** her senseless? You must be good since she stuck around." My fists clenched so hard I might have made my blood stopped running. I gritted my teeth not to lunged at him. The nerves kept snapping but I still have my control. "Tell me, Ranallo. How many times have you fucked her real good? I know I did. I have flipped her in so many positions, fucked her every corner of my room, every corner of my house. She’s fucking amazing, you know that. Her moans, her yelling my name while I slammed in and out of her-" I think I’m still not satisfied with my punch. I went around my desk and walked towards Collins lying on my floor. I grabbed his collar and punched him again. The blood dripped from his nose and from his mouth. I swung my fist again. " Did I struck a nerve? " He spoke with a grunt. My fist stopped midair. I realised that I was getting out of hand. I settled down and released him. I got up from my position. You did. A lot of them. "Leave." He just chuckled. " I doubt she felt the same way about you. I know her. If she could play with my feelings, she would do the same with you." He got up from the floor. The blood was still dripping. "Get out, Collins." My voice was diving dangerously deep, promising chaos. "She once was mine... before you." "I said get the **** out!" I roared. My fist clenched tightly turning to white. Collins finally stopped speaking and left my office. He closed the door with a loud sound. My fists were unable to stop clenching. My breaths were rugged from so much rage. I want to throw things, smash them. I want to fucking hit him again until I’m satisfied. At the same time, I felt regret that I lost control. How did I reached to that point? I never sorted to violence let alone be swayed with rage. I let out an unstable breath. Inhaled again and exhaled until it was steady. I still have to meet Ashton. I can’t let him see whatever the **** happened. The guy could read me like a fucking book despite having a natural blank face. I walked out of my office when I finally calmed down. This day could get any worse I see. There in the middle of the hallway the two were kissing each other as if they weren’t in my building. I lost count how many times my fists clenches, how many times my blood boiled, how many times I scowled. I think I might consider hitting him til he dies.