I was close to collapsing. I knew I would actually collapse if I had not held unto the vanity. He was standing there like he had no other care in the world and that he was sent to torment me.
There was no disputing the fact that he hated me. Why he did it, I don't know, neither do I care. This should be vice versa. I should be the one dishing out the hatred in full force. But I don't care at all.
He did not say anything after the statement he just uttered, so I steadied myself on the vanity and continued to stare at the mirror. Pulling out toilet paper from somewhere beside me, I cleaned my hands.
As I did, what he said came to my mind then. Like I just processed what he just said. What did he mean by the fact that what right do I have to laugh? Do I not deserve that? I'm supposed to be at his mercy, even after he left me for another woman?
I was about to reply to him when he cut into whatever I wanted to say.
"I asked you a fucking question, Gwen. And if you'd remember well, I hate repeating myself." He said in a stone cold voice.
The audacity of this man. His fucking audacity!
"What gives you the idea that I would want to reply to your dumb question, Mr Emmett?" I replied to him without looking at him at all. I continued assessing my makeup free face and there was nothing there.
Knowing the kind of person Charles was, that would make him angry. Almost drive him mad. But I was here for it. He was not the only one that could dish out nonsense.
"You will look at me when you are talking to me, Gwen. Whatever you have to say, you look at me when you are saying it." His voice was getting harder as his words increased. He was walking closer to me now, so I did not want to move from where I was.
I wanted to show him that he had no effect whatsoever on me. I stood my ground. I knew my knuckles were white from gripping the vanity too hard, but I did not care at all.
"Back to question, Mr Emmett, I do not understand what you are talking about and I don't care to do so." I said, exasperated. I was not ready to entertain whatever he was dishing out and I might as well let him know now.
"Do you really? Don't know what I am talking about?"
"If you want to talk about anything, Mr Emmett, you call my secretary. If you are not content with whatever work I did for you, let me know. You don't get to corner me like this. This is a fucking bathroom." I looked him in the eye without batting an eyelash as I said what I said.
He held my eyes held mine for a while before he drawled out,
"Bad words, Gwen. Really really bad words." His voice was so soft I could melt into a puddle. But I know what was actually behind that facade. And I was not falling for it again.
"Oh, really. I don't know how my vocabulary disturbs you, Mr Emmett. It is none of your fucking business." I said again.
And what happened next knocked the air right out of my lungs. He pushed me to the back so I was stuck between him and the vanity behind me. This was the closest I've been with him since the last time at the office. And we weren't this close.
"What should we do about your mouth, Gwen? Hmm?" He continued in that voice he was using before.
Shit.
This is not good.
I put my hands on his chest to push him off of me, but I think that plan backfired. Feeling his chest under my last brought back memories that should not be brought back. Memories I didn't need. Ones that I knew would wreck me later. Ones that I knew would give me sleepless nights again.
Just thinking about the fact that I would not be able to sleep because of him again, made me mad.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" he had me caged in between him. Like he had me exactly where he wanted me.
I looked at him then. Looked at his eyes. The different colors that made up his eyes seemed to be fading to the underground, which made the green more dominant. They were still there though, only you had to look closely to see it.
Which made me in a very uncomfortable position. I don't want to be this close to him. I shouldn't be this close to him.
"Get away from me." I blurted out and pushed at his chest. But it was futile since he was not budging at all. It was like I was pushing away a wall.
"I told you not to call me Mr Emmett, did I not?"
"What if you did? What I'm I supposed to call you then? Is that not your name anymore?" I bombarded him with questions. He was looking at me intently like he was trying to find something.
I was feeling self conscious now. I should not fell like that, but I was. I did not wear any makeup, nothing except for my jewelry.
"Why is your eye color grey and not hazel?" He questioned.
Was this guy shittin me right now? He had to be playing with me to ask me that kind of question.
"I'm not supposed to answer your question now, I'm I?"
"Just answer the fucking question, Gwen."
I'd not have replied him, but the look he had told me not to tempt him at all, so I did.
"I did not want to wear my glasses, so this is a prescribed contact." I said pointing at my eyes.
"Get one that matches the color of your eyes." He commanded. And that did it.
With all the power I had in me, I pushed him away from me. Even though it only did little, he wemt back by a few steps.
"What the hell?! Who do you think you are? That you'll tell me what to do? You don't hold that right, Mr Emmett. Not anymore." I said angrily. If it were possible, smoke will come out from my head with angry I am right now.
He squinted his eyes at me like I should not have said what I said to him. But, u could not care less. He had to stop pulling me.
Then I did it. Again.
"Stay the fuck away from me, Charlie."