"What? It has to be a mistake," Patrik panicked seeing the ss that had been created.
"Mistake? From the mont we arrived at your company your brother’s lewd eyes were on Miss Skyla. I should have gouged them out so he would never use them to ogle at a woman."
Zyair had dealt with n like him before. He knew perfectly well what they all wanted. He hadn’t anticipated for him to get this bold though to corner her outside the restroom.
"Mr. Zyair, let’s talk about this. It’s a clear misunderstanding."
Patrik was panicking now the situation was getting out of hand.
"Misunderstanding? I am calling the cops and filing a report against the piece of shit you call brother," Zyair inford him in a very calculating voice, yanking himself free from the hold of Lawrence and the restaurant staff.
A crowd was forming to see what all the commotion was about.
"Please! We have a private room here. Just give one chance to talk to you privately," Patrik begged, he knew his whole reputation and also that of his company was on the line.
"Mr. Zyair, don’t call the police." Skyla finally lifted her head and requested in a small shivering voice. She had enough troubles on her plate. If Doran got even a sniff of this, she would end up in a miserable state.
Zyair sensed the helplessness in her voice as his bloodthirsty gaze finally went in her direction and the overwhelming rage toned down.
The Hughs had shares in the restaurant and it would be easy for them to hush up this entire incident.
"Let’s talk," Zyair diverted his attention back to Patrik and grated out.
"Thank you for the chance." Patrik swiftly shook his head in affirmation.
"Call an ambulance and send my brother to hospital, keep it quiet. I don’t want this getting out," he glared at the staff that had gathered there and they quickly nodded.
He moved ahead while Zyair took off his coat jacket, stepping behind Skyla he quietly draped it around her quivering shoulders. Her panicked gaze went to him as his balsamic scent and warmth penetrated her senses and salved her painting heart.
He desperately wanted to wrap her in his strong arms and comfort her.
"Are you hurt?" How his tone had softened from a harsh murderous one to a low gentle whisper, filled with his care.
"No," she said quietly, wrapping his jacket around her as if wanting to disappear in its warming embrace.
"Can you tell him what happened?" he asked, next. The calm sea that was his eyes was a raging hurricane of category 5, today. Stepping back he gave her so space.
She only affird with a swift sway of her head, trying to hold back the tears. She had to stay strong.
"Lawrence, bring Miss Skyla along," he ordered his intern and walked away before he did sothing stupid, like hug her.
"Yes!!!" Lawrence was wrenched out of his stupor. In all the years he had known Zyair this was not sothing he had ever experienced. Zyair was known for his calmness and handled situations with utmost patience. He had never seen him lose it like this before.
His suspicions that his boss felt sothing deeply for Miss Skyla were getting confird with every passing day.
As soon as Preston had excused himself from the table to go use the restroom, Zyair had stopped drinking. When ten minutes had elapsed and he hadn’t returned nor had Miss Skyla. Zyair had gotten up without any explanation and walked in the direction of the restrooms.
Had he probably anticipated what others couldn’t?
Sounds of grunts and a distant shriek which belonged to Skyla had Lawrence sprinting in this direction and what he found was beyond his comprehension. His boss was beating the man they had just signed deals with to a bloody pulp.
Now here they were standing in the aftermath. He walked over to Skyla and rested his reassuring hands on her shoulders. She lifted her grief-stricken eyes to stare at him.
"Are you alright? I am sorry this happened." He gently squeezed her shoulders and she sniffled, holding back her tears.
Lawrence led Skyla towards the room one of the servers had pointed out. They entered and found Zyair pacing the space while Patrik was trying to calm him down.
Lawrence helped Skyla sit down in a one-seater and stayed close to her as both other n diverted their attention to her. Patrik’s anxious and yet slightly frightened gaze and Zyair’s reassuring one. No way was he going to make her uncomfortable. Holding his chin with his blood-stained gloved hand, he offered her all his attention.
"Miss Skyla, please tell everything that happened with Preston," he asked in that soft tone of his, trying to curb the seething anger that threatened to wreck the person who dared hurt her.
Taking a deep breath Skyla narrated everything Preston had said to her and Zyair’s blue eyes sharpened, taking on a whole icy persona as if ready to freeze people off with just his gaze.
"That fucker should be in jail. Is that how you make all your deals? How co you are not aware that your brother is a fucking rapist?" Zyair demanded, his chest heaved as he tried to barricade the angry outbursts which were demanding to be set loose.
"I swear Mr. Zyair, I had no clue. We never had any complaints from any females before." Patrick tried to defend his brother but Zyair wasn’t having it.
"Nonsense, I don’t believe you. I want to file a complaint with the authorities."
Skyla’s heart drowned with guilt and fear. It was because of her they had landed in such a precarious situation.
"Sir, please. Let it go. I wasn’t hard and don’t wish to drag it," Skyla pleaded in a tiny voice, her shoulders humping together as if in a state of defeat. She was doing it again, trying to make herself seem small.
Zyair’s head shifted in her direction and all he saw was fear etched on her scared face. He knew if this was dragged it would be all over the news tomorrow and what Doran might do to her would be even worse.
And right now they weren’t in a place where she would completely trust him and ditch her husband. He needed more ti to build trust with her.
"Listen to her, Mr. Zyair. I will fully compensate you and will buy all the materials at double the price. But, please don’t press charges. I will handle my brother and can assure you this will never be repeated in future," Patrik pleaded with him.
Zyair cast a disgruntled look his way and he flinched. He thought for a few more seconds before speaking with a finality.
"We are done here, there will be no deals between our companies. Right now or in future. I dearly value my people, I wish you would do the sa."
But Zyair had no intentions of letting this go. n like Doran and Preston were a stigma on the male gender and he would be damned if he didn’t do anything about it.
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