Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Reyna Cruz:
“Good morning.” Jeffrey greeted, offering me a sweet smile as I walked into the office. I was in a foul mood. Since the moment I woke up and got a text from Hunter, reminding me that I couldn’t take a day off, my mood had been spoiled. I was already planning to come into the office; he didn’t need to remind me every second.
“Morning, Jeffrey!” I smiled, sitting down and accepting the coffee he’d brought.
“Where’s your boss?” I asked, rolling my eyes at the mention of him.
“He’s, um, running late,” he replied, and I arched my brow at him.
“I heard about you and him. I didn’t know there was such a history behind it,” he began talking, glancing away because the topic seemed too awkward for everyone to discuss, Despite our past, we acted as if we’d never even had a proper conversation, let alone birthed a child together.
“Don’t get me wrong. I did notice Hunter checking you out here and there, and in my mind, I thought, ‘Oh, the alpha king has a crush on this girl. But I never really knew about your past together,” he explained, sharing his thoughts on us. As he yammered on, I found it odd the way he described Hunter’s affection towards me.
“I don’t know what you consider having a crush on someone, but he was purely torturous towards me in the past few weeks,” I decided not to let anyone cover up for Hunter. His intentions were purely evil, and he had been demonizing toward me.
“Maybe—I mean, you know him better than I do. But Turner is his kid. That is wild. Not that there were no similarities, but that just makes me very sad for the kid. The last interaction they had must
have really worn out Turner. Did Turner talk about him with you or if he is ever going to forgive him for his actions?” he asked, and at this point, I began to feel very weird about his questions. He was being very strange, almost as if he had been assigned this task by Hunter to get the inside scoop on my and Turner’s life.
“Nope! We don’t talk about Hunter. He is a Voldemort in our lives,” I shrugged, playing him back. I genuinely like Jeffery as a person, but his participation in this game for Hunter might make him look bad in my eyes. I just wished he understood and called it quits.
Just as we succumbed to silence, the door opened, and in came Hunter, looking fresh in an all– black suit. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.
“You look happy today.” Jeffery asked him, sneakily looking my way for a reaction.
“Of course, I am. I am a dad now,” he gave a quick flick to the strands of hair that decided to set loose from the hell he had used to sit them down and look very decent for the day.
“I know, congratulations,” Jeffery awkwardly got up to give him a hug, which Hunter accepted with open arms. I kept my eyes down, my body still, and my breaths calm. I knew he was trying to get under my skin, and he was succeeding too. But I was still resisting being visibly upset about his actions.
“So, how is everything between you and your son?” Jeffery questioned, making me tilt my head and give him a look. The dialogues he was saying seemed rehearsed. He looked a bit uncomfortable with my gaze, but I realized too soon that even if he was asked by Hunter to say all those things, it’s not like he could say no to him.
“It is a bit rough since he is upset with me, but that too shall pass soon. He is my son; how long can he avoid me?” Hunter used a very cheerful tone when talking about Turner. He sat down and fixed
his posture, keeping his eyes on Jeffery, but once in a while, I noticed him pass a quick stare to me.
“You remember how he came all the way here to see me, right? He loves me; he is just upset with his dad,” he looked so cocky when talking about how Turner went behind my back to come meet him here.
“And you also know how that turned out, don’t you, Jeffery?” I couldn’t stay silent for too long. Hunter was acting like he had no recollection of what happened after that.
“There was a misunderstanding, and a father scolded his son. I have that much right over my son,” Hunter’s tone changed when he turned his head to answer me. He used his regular harsh tone with me this time.
“Huh!” I slammed my hand on the desk and leaned over, “No! You have no right over him, and it wasn’t a father scolding his son. It was a thirsty man taking his bitch’s side over his son,” I raised my voice to the point that Jeffery widened his jumped out of his seat.
eyes and
This time, Hunter slammed his hand on the desk to warn me from using any bad words for his Luna queen, but I wasn’t done yet.
“What father tells his son he hates him when scolding him?” The moment I mentioned that part of his conversation with Turner, I noticed the shift in his facial expressions.
“My son talked about it, and he made sure he told me that he will never forget those words spoken by you,” I looked him directly in the eye and reminded him that he can have any thoughts and dreams; he is welcome. But he should not expect my son to accept him as his father ever again. He
broke that kid’s tiny heart in the worst way possible, and now he was downplaying how harsh he was to him.
“That’s because I was too angry at him for slapping Tara, and I didn’t take her side over him. I would have scolded him if he had hurt anyone else too, Hunter was all about bullshit in the moment. He was trying to justify his actions. No adult scolds or teaches a kid manners this way.
“Well, I have taught my son to stand up to abuse and give it back double if somebody hurts him,” I leaned back and noticed a frown covering his forehead.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, grunting.
“I think we should just start working on the project now.” Jeffery must have sensed from our tones that we were not going to stop anytime soon. So, he decided to come between us in the calmest way and get us back on track. But we had gone too far, and it was time that we really talk about what happened that day.
“It seems like your Luna queen wasn’t taught any manners either. Did she tell you that she abused your son after she found him all alone here?” My query made him gulp and glare at me.
“She did not,” he grunted.
“Oh, she did. And she better stay away from me because, unlike you, I believe in my son’s words,” I stated while he started to anxiously tap his foot on the ground.
He stared at me for a while before he dialed a number and stuck his phone close to his ear, “I am sending my driver to you; come to the office.”
I don’t think he even let her speak from the other side and hung up on her after making a decision that we were going to have a conversation face to face. I was so ready for this face–off as I gently took off my rings and my bracelet. I was going to slap the shit out of her, no words planned.