The restaurant was nothing but fancy. They were led inside and to the table, Hughs had booked. Both the brothers were seated at it.
"Welco, we are glad you could join us," Patrik Hugh welcod them and hands were shaken all around.
"Thank you for having us," Zyair showed his gratitude.
"Please! Have a seat," Patrik requested and everyone settled down.
Thankfully Preston was behaving like a gentleman and kept his lewd eyes to himself.
"Dope restaurant," Lawrence remarked, taking in the ambience as slow music from a sitar humd in the background. The yellow lights had a soft glow and the walls were painted in pastel hues.
"This place is remarkable." Skyla was impressed as she let her senses soothe with the rhythm of the music.
nus were brought and Skyla ordered so scampi shrimp and garlic bread, along with Caesar Salad and red wine. Lawrence ordered beef steak and as usual, Zyair didn’t order anything.
"Mr. Zyair I would hate the idea of you not eating with us," Preston placed his nu down and faced Zyair who was sitting without a care in the world.
"I like my privacy and I would like to keep it this way," he nonchalantly answered.
"We can arrange a private room, you can eat in peace there and then return," Patrik added, not liking that his guest wouldn’t be dining with them.
"Actually, I just ate in the hotel before coming here so I am not hungry, I will keep you guys company with my drink." Zyair’s mask had a small slit where his lips were so he could sip with a straw without having to take it off.
Patrik nodded in understanding while it vexed Preston. He didn’t understand the need to hide behind a mask or not take up their offer of having dinner if he was so firm in his beliefs.
"Tomorrow, we would like you to have a tour of our facilities and see how we manage our affairs," Patrik told Zyair. He wanted to develop mutual respect between their companies.
"We would like that."
Further discussions continued between them until the dinner was served. Skyla loved the taste of the scampi, it had the perfect buttery garlic taste she loved.
The clinking of cutlery added to the symphony of sounds of the restaurant making their experience even more enjoyable.
Zyair had ordered a drink which he was calmly enjoying, sitting relaxed, his eyes flickered to Skyla’s plate now and then, making sure she was eating properly.
She was having a light conversation with Lawrence as both of them would laugh occasionally. It eased his heart that she had found a friend in Lawrence, it was impossible to not get closer to the boy who oozed so much positivity.
"Excuse ." Skyla wiped her face with her napkin and got up to use the restroom. She proceeded to the place where the restrooms were. They had been constructed in an alleyway, separated by a wooden divider from the rest of the restaurant.
Using the restroom, Skyla proceeded to wash her hands and dry them with an air dryer. She checked herself in the giant mirror and fixed her hair.
As soon as she exited it a grating and equally chilling voice welcod her.
"For a married woman, Zyair seems to care too much for you." It was Preston, leaning against the wall with lusty eyes which road her body, stopping at the swell of her bosoms. He had noticed the ring on her ring finger.
Skyla stopped in her tracks and faced the man, her heart sounding danger alarms but she stood her ground.
"How is that any of your concern Mr. Preston?" She firmly asked, feeling revulsion settling in the pit of her stomach.
"It’s not, I am just interested in sothing else," he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.
"And what would that be?" Skyla offered him a disgusted look.
"You can let fuck you in the bathroom stall and I can convince my brother to increase the profit share to your company. Maybe he can convince your boss as well to increase your salary." His vulgar gaze was on her body as if undressing her with it. The anger surged inside Skyla as her hands fisted and her face reddened.
"You are a piece of shit..." she yelled and before she could move away he grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward.
The panic gripped her and her body went into a hyper state. She had been bruised too many tis by her trashy husband and now this man wanted to violate her.
"Noooo," she squeaked in horror, trying to escape his grip.
Preston grabbed her hair and before he could slam her into the wall a fist hit his nose with such force that he staggered and fell a few feet away.
Blood splattered out of his nose as it broke and he yelled out in excruciating pain. Before he could understand what had hit him, a rain of punches landed on him, plumting him to the ground.
"You bastard, how dare you touch her. I am going to end your life," Zyair’s rage-filled voice was so loud that Skyla shivered from the impact and stumbled back, shell-shocked.
Every muscle in his body was taut as his calm deanour evaporated and was replaced by a raging beast who wanted to beat the shit out of the clown who dared touch her.
The fear in Preston’s eyes was real, that was the fear Zyair had experienced so many tis and yet there was no one to stop the people who tainted him.
That pent-up rage, her innocent face and cry for help fuelled his actions.
Preston’s face beca unrecognisable as punch after punch landed through those gloved hands and yet Skyla stood rooted to the ground not telling him to stop, imagining Doran in his place.
The world beca blurry as tears welled up in her eyes, she watched in slow motion as Lawrence rushed to Zyair’s side along with a few servers and separated him from a severely wounded Preston. From the looks of it, he had fallen unconscious.
"What’s happening here?" Patrik’s panicked voice sounded from behind them as he watched his wounded brother on the floor with widened eyes. Three people were trying to hold off Zyair who seed to have blood in his eyes. Skyla was huddled up alongside the wall, using it as support to not fall.
"The deal is off. Because your sick brother tried to force himself on my secretary. That’s what happened," Zyair seethed out.
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