Chapter 63: You will pay for this!
Her face was now dangerously close to mine, barely a few inches away and I could practically hear her breathing beside my ear as she drew in short ragged breaths. Her grip tightened around my dress as her blood boiled with anger that was bubbling beneath the surface.
She gritted her teeth as she glared at me.
"You will pay for this!" She screamed this time, her high-pitched voice ringing in my ears, almost shattering from ear drums.
I remained nonchalant and unfazed by her actions, a stoic expression masked my features. I reached up to grab onto her hands, my nails digging into her bare skin and I watched as her expression shifted as she grimaced in pain.
"Let me go! You are hurting me!" She demanded as a soft yelp escaped her parted lips. I pushed her hands off my body and kept my gaze steady, watching her stumble back a couple of steps.
"I didn’t do anything," I stated simply. "So what exactly is my fault? What should I be paying for?" I questioned with a raised brow, my voice cold and distant despite the anger that was burning within my chest.
"You! You knew exactly what you did!" She screeched, raising her arm at me when I caught both of her wrists in my hands and squeezed tightly to hold her still despite her protests and profanities that were being hurled right at me.
I kept my eyes on her, amusement dancing in my dark brown eyes as the corners of my lips curved upwards into a slight smirk and a low chuckle erupted from my throat.
"You were the one barging in here, insinuating that Mr Jones and I have some kind of inappropriate relationship," I reminded her crudely.
She opened her mouth wanting to say something, but before she could utter a single word, I continued.
"And let’s not forget that you were the one accusing Mr Jones of sleeping with me in exchange for getting my artwork featured at the exhibition," I sneered. Titling my head slightly, my eyes held hers captive, a knowing look glinting in my eyes. "How do you think Mr Jones would feel hearing those words come out of your mouth? Are you planning to ruin his reputation?" I questioned intentionally, my sharp words piercing through the tension that was lingering in the air.