Risky Dirty Games

Chapter 9 - Closure

-NORMAL POV-

Damon came out of the elevator doors, and he promptly went to his office, "Sir, you have-" his assistant said and was directly cut off, "Not now Jessica," he said in a clipped tone, without even sparing her a single glance.

When he reached for the doorknob, he heard shuffling and muffled voices behind the door, without thinking, he swung it open. And he was met by three heads facing towards his direction.

"And here I thought I was the one surprised, but look at the surprise on your faces. Wow." He shook his head from left to right. "Just wow." Damon said nonchalantly as he walked passed them, he went straight to his minibar and fixed himself a drink.

Tension is just right around the corner. When nobody tried to say a word, Damon continued, "Please, don't stop on my expense." They were rendered speechless by the way Damon showed calmness, he didn't even took in their state of shock, he crossed the room and settled himself at the seat next to the table. Again, they were all just gawking at him like he's some kind of a rabid animal. Silence enveloped the room, the tension was palpable.

No one bothered to say a word, so Damon gave them all a favor, "I'm sorry, is this my office or the lobby? Last time I checked, the lobby is where all of you are supposed to be at, not my office." He tilted his head and took a large gulp of his drink, "What happened to all of your ability to speak?" He paid them a glance and arched a sly brow.

Chuck composed himself and spoke, "And why the hell are you so calm?"

Damon chuckled like what Chuck said really amused him, "Why wouldn't I be? I don't even know why all of you are here. At my own office. And you." His eyes flashed to Viola, "Why are you here? Didn't we just talked? What is your goddamned business to me Viola? What can you possibly want from me?" He stared blankly at her, and shifted his attention to his scotch.

Viola took a step toward him, "Don't." Damon snapped his head and looked at Viola with pure disgust. And she stopped in her track.

"I didn't think that we finished our conversation awhile ago so I came here instead." Viola enthused, looking so damn cheerful for their liking.

"That's the thing Viola, you don't exactly think." Scarlet cut in as she curled her lips with icy contempt. Viola inhaled a sharp breath in response. She didn't expect Scarlet to come to Damon's rescue.

"Look who's talking. A piece of advice Scar, stay out of this. Just mind your business with the other Creed." Scarlet just smirked and tossed her hair over her shoulder, like she didn't heard any of that. Chuck on the other hand, just stared at Viola with the same disgust on the eyes of his brother. They both know Scarlet can handle the snarky, conceited brat Viola attitude who enjoys raising hell under her feet, and they are well aware that Scarlet has a lot worse hidden under her sleeve when she tries to be.

"Oh please Viola." Scarlet uttered her name with laced contempt, it was hard to miss. "You don't have a Creed to begin with. Let's try not to embarrass yourself, shall we? What are you exactly here for Viola? Because I'm sure as hell you don't have anything to do with us anymore." She commented lightly, hand er mouth twisted into a sneer.

Viola looked as if Scarlet had just slapped her. She glared in return, and Scarlet could tell that Viola's mind was churning, trying to find something worth awful to say in return. "Look at you being so mighty and protective. I admire that, but stay out of this Scar, stop being such a petty little bitch and get the hell out." She berated, her nostrils flaring.

Chuck started to take a step closer to Viola, but Scarlet immediately grabbed his arm to stop him, he protectively curled his arm around her waist, tugging her closer to him. The tension on her shoulders eased out a bit.