His Regret: Her Revenge

Kendra's POV,

I was exhausted, tense and jittery. The time kept ticking, and nervously I drank a mouth full of the wine in front of me.

My heart skips as this would be a great deal. I kept pouring myself some champagne in the glass.

A second thought came to me. Maybe I should just leave. I hate delay and lack patience, but then why do I feel like waiting for him?

This proposal was one like never before, a lifetime changer. The thrilling song which plays sent chills running down my spine.

I was sweaty, nervous, scrolling at my phone and keeping fixed eyes on the door.

There were four hours waiting, 4 hours expecting and 4 hours for a game changer.

Some patrons took pictures of me and some wanted my autographs. I was a celebrity of some sort.

The first woman to be awarded as the business person of the year, a model and more. My faces were on magazines, posters, billboards, and some cosmetic products.

Popularity was just my thing and, thanks to determination, I got to where I am.

Something I worked so hard to earn after his rejection and betrayal. I wanted that, to make him see the woman I had become.

Unfortunately, we never met after that cold incident that threw my life into a state of misery.

Fortunately, I met another him, my therapist and partner, who helped me overcome, develop and believe in myself.

He was my ticket to becoming a billionaire. I was done using him to attain my glory. The contract between us had elapsed, but then I ended up with an engagement ring.

It was getting darker and still, no trace of him. The atmosphere was mild and tranquil.

Nervously, I rolled my eyes to the glassy wall and saw someone in a dark suit, with an umbrella, staring at me.

The duffel coat looked incongruous with the black dress he wore underneath. I was petrified at first.

His face wasn't clear, and my face flushed red, it was a quick glance that was captivating until he got away.

Quickly, I shifted my gaze back to the table, occupied by the papers in front of me.

I folded my lips, bored and yawning. Soon, Laura would be calling, and I just didn't know the lie I'd cooked up for my sudden lateness.

Everything I do is for her, and she had better appreciate that.

My eyes glanced at the diamond ring on my index finger. This felt like a date, one I had avoided for years.

I twisted it along with my lips. Tonight, I just have to say it all out, but where was he?

The last time I waited this long was for Dante. It was a cold night and I got crushed by the rain, and he never came.

It's been years and that memory has been suspended, something I fight so hard to erase.

Life goes on. I hope this works out and one of us doesn't get hurt.

My hair was unkempt and the glasses I now adopted for my eyes made me look like a nerd.

It seems he rented the whole place and booked our table close to the glassy wall, a bouquet of flowers covered the table.

The people who got autographs were employees.

That was quite impressive as this restaurant spoke of wealth.

At last, the door chimed open, my ears detected familiar footsteps, and a strong scent hit my nose.

A sudden grief engulfed me but then, I tried to shove it away. I chest out, my chin high and my legs crossed.

Hastily, I raised my glass cup high, buried my upper lip in it and drank gently, acting all elegant until he got to where I was.

I've learned to be confident throughout the years, to face my fears and voice out my thoughts.

I tried to brighten up my face as so many people had commented that my glare drives such men away.

My eyes noticed how all eyes fell on the stranger. He made a grand entry. His footsteps were disturbing. The sound of a lighter clicks in my ear.

I hadn't even taken a glimpse at him, but my heart skipped for a long while. His fragrance felt somewhat familiar.

My body was tense and my heart knew who it always beats for.

Gradually, I lifted my gaze at him and, my gosh, he was the perfect definition of a handsome man.

His blue eyes were as though molded from a different cast. The sculpture did a great job in creating him.

That look of his, he hadn't changed, as he obviously had girls and women drooling over him. He was the one, my nightmare.

Was this a joke? Just when I had forgotten about his existence, he appeared again just three days before my wedding!

It was time to stay strong and not let emotions engulf me. This might be my chance to get revenge and achieve my goal.

However, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. His appearance, as though under duress.

He was dressed in a jet black suit which hugged his broad masculine shoulders. Looking serious yet charming.

His pants go with the same color, his hair neatly groomed to the back except for a strand that dangles freely.

My world stopped for a moment as a gush of memory filled my head.

I cleared my throat for him to know I meant business. I held his gaze, instead of warmth, it was replaced with an icy hostility.

The waitresses close by purposely waited to feast on him, but he wasn't attending to them. He sure has that snubbing aspect in him.

I snapped my fingers to draw the attention of one of the waitresses, gave her my order and in a few seconds she appeared with a steak and wine.

Something I could pour my frustration on.

As for him, he had yet to choose. We still maintained the silence like strangers. I was curious to know the reason why he was the business partner.

Anger clouded my eyes as I slowly grabbed the fork with fury.

Our eyes locked and I inhaled softly.

"You look beautiful as always," his sonorous voice complimented, and I was frozen in my seat. Only anguish filled me up.

Kendra's POV,

I spent five years searching for him. Five years scheming a plan to have him beg on his knees.

"May I know my partner's name?" his lips muttered. They were plump, juicy and drawing me for a kiss.

His sonorous voice had jerked me back to reality. My imagination was getting the better of me, but it would be true soon.

That was just an introduction. I tilted back a little, looking down on him.

"I don't need to say my name" I responded, and he scoffed while adjusting his back on the chair.

I was popular and he had better know.

"You look quite..."

"Different?" I coldly spat, and he ducked his head at me as though that wasn't what he wanted to say.

"Lost" he completed with his sonorous voice and I snapped my teeth, feeling mousey.

He should quit acting like a gentleman because he wasn't.

It took miles to find him and, finally, he was just a step closer. My ex-husband turned out to be my business partner.

Why won't I be lost? I folded my fist, glaring at him. Obviously, he noticed that but ignored it.

This was where he was hiding, possibly deceiving a naive girl like I was. The hatred I had for him rekindled.

"You look adorable when serious, mind my manners, I've become a fan," he added snapping a finger and letting out a smile. Oh! He should quit the compliments.

I sense he was trying to make the place lively and hide from the awkward situation.

The waitress came in time to serve him. That snap, that smile, that voice, it came crashing into my head.

If I hadn't taken control, I was sure to have murdered him.

Calmly, I cut the steak and in a mouthful, as my eyes never left him. He seemed to be staring at me too and I felt tremulous.

"What do you want? My money? Body? Child?...let me guess, a sex tool... that's all you ever wanted," I asked, attempting not to raise my voice while gruesomely chewing the steak.

Dante had almost choked on his drink.

He narrowed his gaze at me as though I was behaving strangely because of a business proposal.

"Have we met before?" He anxiously asked.

My world paused as I felt my heart would explode any moment soon. Couldn't he see I was the one? Missdra? I only switched my name to Kendra, but my looks were the same.

I was staring at him, my nightmare and business partner. He was the reason I was here, to crack a business deal before leaving this country with my fiancé.

The cold stare was enough to set the other patrons edging out of harm's way.

I scoffed, trying to roll out words to describe this situation, but they weren't coming out.

To be sincere, his appearance broke me.

I gave him no response, fuming at where I was. He nodded and narrowed his gaze at me.

"You're not as gentle as your face, but I keep falling for that," he teased, drawing my attention to him.

"Go straight to the point," I snapped again, boiling and clenching my fist below the table.

"I'm here to propose a merger" he reminded with a mild tone and then snapped his fingers.

My head throbs, his face, his eyes, everything about him made me mindless.

I want to tell him that wasn't his emotional torture enough, wasn't his cruel affection enough? Why does he have to appear when I have lost my guard?

I straighten my back, trying to let go of the situation that's right in front of me.

"I'm canceling the deal," I proclaimed, and he suddenly shrugged his shoulders, then grinned.

He hadn't even spoken about the business, and it seemed like a shock to me.

He suddenly began to click the lighter in his hands, which were shaky.

"You can't refuse me, can you miss Kendra?" He murmured grudgingly, and I dried up, cold as adrenaline pumps inside me.

Dante always has his ways, and he never minds how he gets them done.

"Actually, you signed it already," he mutters, not seeming surprised, and I gasped for air.

I threw my hands in the air, exhausted and pissed off by his actions. When did that happen?

"Just joking," he laughed, took a fork and began to twirl the pasta. He wasn't a fan of pasta but only ordered it because I also did.

Staring has become our only form of communication.

Dante wouldn't look at me so much as through me, like my head was transparent, and he was fascinated by an object two inches behind my skull.

His eyes that I once fell into as my salvation instead turned my stomach every bit as badly as meeting a stranger after dark.

Those long looks were how he told me that he was quite impressed.

His eyes were walking from my headline to my feet and back up again. In short, he was staring and there seemed no end to his fascination.

Dante tried convincing me of how important the deal would be, and my ears never registered his words.

I was speechless. His composure, how gentle he was, warm and welcoming. My heart was flustered.

Oddly, I was staring at the man who was dead. My answer still remains the same.

"Did we date? Were we lovers or were you my mistress?" He suddenly questioned, his eyes confused as he tried to join the knots, but it seemed he was lost.

Still, I was packing up to leave.

"If you were mine, then I'd never regret it, I'd just chase you back," Dante concluded, and his face looked dead serious.

He furrowed his brows at me as I had paused, amused by his statement. It was as he thought he said his intention with those lines, to have me back.

He rubbed his thighs, as he quickened his breath, anticipating my response.

My breath ceased and I crinkled my nose. My fingers ran through my hair as I was distressed, weary and subconscious.

"But you're not," he pressed on. His eyes met the ring on my index finger.

Kendra's POV,

It was a hint that I was engaged.

Was this a joke? Why was he acting as if he didn't know me? Or was he just pulling my legs?

His eyes affected me in so many ways, as though he was piercing through my soul, searching for an answer.

I melted, feeling a kind of sensation that I buried a long time ago. Dante adjusted his neck tie, suits weren't his thing and I guess he wore them to impress me.

He folded his lips with steady eye contact.

"It's simple, Miss Kendra, make my company win the business award of the year with your face, intelligence and smart moves..."

He was diverted, now wearing a grumpy face while letting go of the fork in his hand.

He crossed his legs while facing me properly.

My eyes didn't leave him either, I watched every detail about him. Obviously, he was also in haste.

He explained the reason why he had shown up for such a proposal. It wasn't his thing either, but I was the only one who could help.

He looked up at me through his lashes and licked his lower lip, jinxed and probably praying for a positive reply.

I guessed he was looking at his fingers, there was a ring in it, similar to the one I wore.

I wish he would stop repeating the same reasons over and over again.

Of course, he was a business person, a mafia, an emotional brute and I swear I would be the cause of his death.

He hadn't touched his meal, just like I, and when our eyes locked, we shyly looked away. How awful teenagers are.

"Let's just come to an agreement, it's going to be about your business too," he said, sweetly coated, leaning his face closer.

His speech made me scoff. Money, that was it. I doubt if he will change.

I was speechless and mindless at the same time as he spoke. Everything was centered around business.

Deep inside, I wish he would just stop. It was so unlike Dante to construct a proper speech without hurting his partner.

He hates talking, and his secretary usually does the dealings.

My eyes were drowsy and I could barely concentrate. Dante tried his best to convince me and I could see facts in his words.

If I stayed close to him, it would be easier to exert revenge. Perfect!

However, my ears picked up his lines when he said he needed my help to win the business person of the year.

I let out an unintentional scoff. He need not say more, for his greed made him seek me.

What pisses me off was the fact that he acted as though he didn't know me.

Good! It was time to break his wings and the best way of doing that was to come into his life just as he came to me.

My head was throbbing, yet I tried so hard to appear alright before him. My body was shivering.

"Great, I agree" my lips muttered, feeling like throwing up. Quickly, I took my hankie to cough out mucus stuck in my throat.

I shoved it in my purse, not wanting to look at it because it would be covered in blood.

"Are you okay?" He asked me even though he wasn't concerned, and I tried to believe he wasn't. Dante must have noticed something was off about him.

"So the contract... I will do the processing..." I diverted. It turns out I would hold the upper hand, and he had no choice than to obey me.

He seems fine with it and it gladdens me.

All I needed was 30 days to end his existence. I would become my own hero and prove to him that I survived, and I'm doing better.

I was swift to wrap up things with him because I wasn't myself and I felt like collapsing.

"It's weird how we met in person rather than our secretaries" he spurred out as his eyes were on the table. Just another way to stir up a conversation which I was hating.

That's true! It was rare to see them in person as Alisha always ran my errands, including business proposals, unless it was important!

He was also a busy man, but then what made him show up for such a meeting?

"Can I get your contact"

"No! You'll get the contract delivered to your doorstep," I snapped, infuriated, and he ducked his head at me. His expression read bewilderment.

"Wow, you're a pretty wild lady," he said, and I groaned.

"I hate it when you try to flirt, this is strictly business!" I barked and he gulped hard.

Even before he could say his closing remarks, I had already stood up to leave. My feet had gotten a distance away too.

However, the name he unexpectedly called drew me back.

"Missdra?"

I hesitated in my movement and stole a peek at him. I discovered he was on a phone call, looking nervous, tense and sad, but those eyes were on me.

That was the name he used to refer to me and hearing that for a long while got me jinxed.

Before I could blink those eyes, he hastily walked past me, our eyes briefly locked on each other.

His eyes read so much, even though they were quick, he was desperate, nervous, pained and puzzled.

He suspended the call and muttered:

"Do have a lovely day, Miss Kendra, and I hope to see you soon."

Immediately he said those lines, he let out a smile, one that looked like a clown, and I was flustered.

He took a calculative step forward, scrolling my eyes and I panted softly, flinching and folding my fist.

Goosebumps held me as I was fidgeting. He was so close that I could feel his breath all over me.

"I hope you'll regard me with love this time around."

He faded away after those lines and, for a moment, I felt a part of me was gone again.

Shifting my gaze back to the exit door, I realized it was gloomy outside and I suddenly desired to drown in it.

Who would have thought something as colorless as water could make the sky dark?

It had started to drizzle. I tried to rub the condensed water droplet on the glassy wall of the restaurant to get a clear view of the busy street ahead.

I shut my eyes and opened them, I found myself in my mansion, having dinner with Laura, my daughter.