The Grand Mistress

Chapter 103 - Groans

Simione had been enjoying the night. It had been a long time since she went out and had a good conversation. After they decided to abandon the Feather Project, the tres marias went on with their normal lives but Lucy thought Simione had been excessively drowning herself with work and studies that she never got out and had fun anymore. 

Also, a week ago, the official photos for the wedding of Hawk and Feather got leaked in the media and the singer had seen how it affected Simione. Although her friend acted like all those were something she didn't care about anymore, her eyes faltered and Lucy knew deep inside, it made a blow on Simione's heart. 

Her friend had indeed fallen for Hawk Monsanto but the singer was sure that her friend was far from being in love. Things were just getting there and this was why Simione abandoned the Feather Project—because she wanted to put off the fire that was blooming in her heart for Hawk. She knew Simione very well and she knew the girl was very careful when it comes to things about love as she had once fallen into its trap previously and was unable to let go. With all her experience, Lucy was confident she can get over whatever feeling she had with Hawk easily.

In Simione's part, it was true that she was feeling attached to Hawk for some reasons and just like Lucy was thinking, she indeed wanted to put off the fire before she drowned in it. However the past month of overworking and over studying did not help much and when she saw the wedding pictures of the couple, things only got worse. Desperate, she decided to go out and have fun but Lucy, who was always one step forward, secretly arranged a blind date for her. Surprisingly, the blind date Lucy put up for Simione was a brilliant man and so Simione gave it a chance. That night, Lucy arranged something so the two could attend her concert together but since they had fun teasing and talking about many things on the way, they reached the theater late. 

However what Simione did not expect was that Hawk would be there. Lucy assured her that Hawk did not confirm his appearance and also when the singer ran into the front row's list where people like Hawk was to be expected, she did not see his name. Besides that was only a small concert of hers and usually Hawk does not appear on such gatherings so the singer complacently gave Simione' date a ticket.

So there in that semi-lighted room Hawk with an expression that was ready to kill, fixed his gaze on the new couple that arrived. He was deeply bothered by the fact that Simione was thoroughly enjoying the man's company and they constantly gave each other some whispers. Simione's smile then was heartbreaking for him to watch as he had never seen Simione smile like that at him and never appeared so modest and innocent but always seductive, sexy, irresistible. Right then, many things had rushed into his mind—Was this Cat's fiancee? Was this how she dresses and acts with the man she was about to marry? Very dignified? Does the man even know what she was doing at his back?

Instantly, he felt his sweat gathered in just below his nose and he wiped it off with his hands. Something within him was brewing and it came intense like how the waves crashed the ocean when there was a storm—the current was strong—ready for a downfall. Good thing Feather then wasn't giving him some attention, thinking he was still sleeping when the truth was there in the dark, his grey eyes were filled with fire. A minute more and he was to burst, ready to confront anyone, only if Simione did not move and politely leave the theater.

Simione excused herself to go to the bathroom because for some reason, she felt utterly different that night. Was it because she was with the company of all the elites? Normally, Simione does not go on socializing with the elites so she doesn't attend Lucy's concert at all. However this one she cannot refuse as aside from it was Lucy who arranged it, the man, whom she was with was a huge fan. It was his first time being able to attend a concert as he was  studying all his life abroad and so his opportunities for attending Lucilla's concert were limited. 

The girl spent a few minutes in the cubicle and right after, washed her hands on the sink. She planned on doing some retouching on her makeup for a moment before she headed back to the theater but as she raised her head in the mirror, her eyes went big on what she saw!

There at her back, looking all dashingly handsome in his tuxedo was President Hawk Monsanto whose eyes dug on her like she was his prey. Simione, out of shock, threw her make up kit on the sink and immediately turned to face him, only to be welcomed by stern and a smoldering look. 

"President—"

"Mi amor," He cut her off completely and stepped closer so that there was nothing left between them but just there to breathe. His eyes protruded down to her honey colored ones looking for something aside from surprise, but he could not see anything. 

No longing, no despair, only surprise. 

Was he the only one having such a hard time with their separation? Ah of course! He had forgotten she could appear anytime she wanted if she once longed for him, but she didn't and that only meant one thing—she doesn't care about him at all—and that hurt as hell. 

Hawk chuckled at disappointment. He thought seeing her smiling to another man was the only struggle that would give him more sleepless nights. It turned out her apathy and lack of concern for not being able to see him for one full month was more difficult to bear. 

"I suggest you stop calling me that one President Hawk," Simione who had then recovered from shock remembered she should not feel anything with such a sudden meet up. 

"Why mi amor?" Hawk asked this time, his veins bursting out of anger and lust. He wished he could just forget about the second but his anger intensified his desire, so was Simione's indifference. Previously, she had made it clear she wanted him but right now, it seemed like she's not anymore interested. "Are you afraid your fiance will know?"

Simione smiled at his confrontation, however if Hawk thought he had the upper hand, we'll the girl was still holding on to the weapon tight. She chuckled immediately and this sponsored a shudder in Hawk's shoulder as if her laugh was a warning he should not cross.

"I sure am not afraid my fiance will know," her smile held her victory. Then with a steady stance, she dragged her lips toward his ears and whispered. "How about you? Are you not afraid Feather Han will know?" 

Hawk's ears immediately warmed up most specially that Simione, whispering in his ears sounded so sensual. However, with the warm feeling travelling from his ears, to his face down to his stomach, so was fear that rushed into his mind. The mention of Feather's name made him hesitate knowing very well she was just in the theater waiting for him.

"Should we make a bet?" Simione challenged especially when she saw his apprehension. "I'll introduce my fiance to you and how about you introduce me to Feather?"

With her challenge came her hands that she intentionally rested on Hawk's hips and without warning, pressed him to hers so that they could both feel each other—their warmth, their heartbeat and so was the fire that both rose complicatedly inside them. Simione then started to glide, moving in a way that her hips were squeezing and rounding at Hawk Monsanto's front, like she was dancing, on top of him. Hawk immediately groaned at it.

"Hmmm...is that a yes?" Simione murmured, almost drowning to the sensation she voluntarily ignited. She didn't actually know why she ended up seducing him when she was very clear to her previous stand that she was so done with the Feather Project. However, right then, what she was doing obviously wasn't for her revenge ventures anymore, it was to please herself with Hawk's warmth and with his anger—anger over the fact that she had brought another man and that  made him uncontrollably jealous. 

"Should we go and see Feather now?" Simione continued throwing challenging words while Hawk was struggling to find his balance and control. God! Simione grinding between his thighs was something he had terribly missed and didn't want to miss anymore and so he savored the taste of it—as it was so sensually flavorful he couldn't help but want to have a taste! 

Unable to help himself, he wrapped his arms around Simione and with groans of lust, captured her lips and owned it like he had always dreamed off for the last few weeks.