Indecorous

Chapter Twenty: Vengeance

This is very short, but very significant. Thank you guys soooo much for giving this story a chance. Much love to all of you. :)

I arrived at James offices, knowing he probably was still there since it had been only approaching five. My pulse was up to my throat, pounding as the nervousness and anger was vibrating my entire body. I needed to know if it was true, if I was exactly what he planned.

I inhaled through my nose staring at the metal doors in front of me, anxious to see his handsome face.

The elevator doors parted and the desolate, dimmed hallway awaited me, not having the usual receptionist at the expensive, illuminated desk. I exited the elevator, hearing it ding and begin it's transgression downwards towards the lobby.

Just as I was about to begin towards his office, footsteps started to echo off the walls, acknowledging a presence. I stood in my spot, keeping the same scowling facial expression on my face with my arms crossed over my chest.

He rounded the corner, making himself visible while staring down towards his phone. When he didn't recognize my presence, I cleared my throat, watching his surprised eyes snap upwards.

He visibly was taken aback, halting in his spot and giving me a once over.

I gripped my jacket with my fingers, clenching onto as hard as I could to relieve the anger that I felt burning within me. "I was your fucking revenge?"

James's eyes slightly widened and the guilt evidently washed over him, confirming that my speculations were probably true. A moment later, he tried to mask all of the truth and seem confused, but I knew I already caught him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asked with the forged sense of oblivion.

I only humorlessly laughed and shook my head, "I'm not fucking stupid, James. I know what the fuck you did--"

"What did I do, huh?" He took two large strides towards me, being very much so in my personal space.

But I didn't waver, keeping the same stern, cold expression, "You saw me that night, with Westin and Cole at the convention. You knew exactly who I was because Westin had talked about me to you before."

I took a threatening step closer towards him, keeping my ground, "You were pissed that he fucked Charlotte. So you kept me in the back of your mind, knowing Westin had taken a liking in me. So that night, when you saw me in the club, you went for it, completely and utterly blind to the fact that I was your employees daughter. And when you found out, you covered yourself, knowing you had no taste in me whatsoever. That's why you were so fucking vague."

I threw my hands up and felt the tears start building in my eyes, staring directly at an emotionless James, who was clenching his fists as his sides. "But that night, when you saw me with Westin, you knew it would be the perfect plan. Everything fell into place. You would use me as your pawn, completing the task of revenge against your brother. That's why you suddenly took a liking in me again. And to be even more of a dick, you made him assign me to your offices so that it would get back at him even more."

I nodded my head in acknowledgment, "It's obvious why you kept it going too. You wanted him to feel the pain you felt when you found out he slept with your high school sweetheart." I finished my third-degree, knowing everything that I had said was true. He didn't object, he didn't shake his head, he didn't make any type of movements to tell me that I got it all wrong.

He stood inches in front of me, with his usual emotionless face, speechless and completely addled that I figured it out. The tears were streaming down my face, adding to the unnecessary puffiness they acquired when shedding a small tear.

"It was all just a game," my voice was soft and the volume of a whisper, completely contrasting the angered conviction I was previously just giving.

James suddenly realized that he had to do something to fix the situation, taking a step forward and trying to grab my hands. But I winced backwards and removed myself from being near him.

"I can't believe you would be that low of a person to play with my feelings like that," I whispered, shaking my head as I hugged my body.

He seemed majorly affected by my actions now, watching as his face dropped and his breath starting to deepen. He was growing disheveled, trying to place me under his spell and make me his side bitch again. His face was creased and tensed, while his eyes held this weird sense of sympathy, making me almost forgive him on the spot.

"Amelia, I can explain-"

I shook my head, pressing my finger against the elevator button and wiping some of the tears away. He was progressing towards me, so I snapped my eyes up to him, holding my hand up in a halt. And he did, stopping in his tracks with this sorrowful expression on his face.

My breathes were heavy against my chest, fueling me to take a couple steps forward. His eyes zeroed in on mine, waiting for my words. But what he didn't get was words, no. Before I knew it, my palm swung side ways across his cheek, slapping him with my jaw clenched.

He didn't budge or move, just continuing to stare deeply into my eyes.

The elevator dinged and I took a step inside, pressing the bottom floor, "I don't want to talk to you ever again, asshole."