The Grand Mistress

Chapter 20 - Pre-wedding Conceirto (2)

A woman with the most alluring copper colored hair was standing in front of him with a half devious smile that can make one forget all their rationality. With the kind of clothing she was wearing, she was like an angel that was sent to work as seductress. She was in a night long gown with a side lit that gave away her perfectly tanned long legs almost inviting to be touched. The upper part of her gown was formed in a way that hid the intimate part of her breast but gave way the rest of its mounds. However, despite how her gown got short on fine covering, she stood sophisticatedly in a way that all men are welcome to watch all the skins she let loose but were not allowed to touch them. She wore that kind of class that she can wear nothing at all but men wouldn't recklessly touch her because of her intimidating stance.

"Wrong box again," Her voice worked through the train of devouring thoughts that ran wild in Hawks mind the moment she saw her, "But oh look who I have found. President Monsanto, we've met again?" ??

"Finally," Hawk unconsciously said.

"Finally what?" The woman's smile widened, "Finally we've met again? Don't tell me you have been waiting for me this whole time,"

Hawk swallowed something on his mouth making his Adam's apple visible. He chided himself letting go of such a stupid word in front of her. Guilt also made way to his eyes as although he didn't want to admit it, he sent many people to look for her. Their last encounter was almost a month ago and it would be a lie if he said she didn't cross his mind. She did, many times, that Hawk gone sleepless for many nights and in his desperation sent not only one, but many investigators to find her.

Hawk was not able to find a good excuse with the word he uttered so carelessly. He admitted defeat even before any war started as obviously, no matter how much he would resist, his flesh would just naturally respond to this mystery woman, a woman who can make him go berserk without even him knowing her name.

The woman whose devious smiled remained plastered on her lips walked slowly toward Hawk. He stopped just in front of him, his face facing the front of her thigh as she was standing tall while Hawk was idle on his seat. If anyone wasn't focused on the ballet dances and would raise their head toward Hawk's box, they could all easily witness such a scandalous flare. However the woman wasn't afraid of any of it, and Hawk was so defenseless he couldn't even remember the fact that his box was open to everyone's view.

Hawk swallowed more upon the woman's daring advances. His eyes were fixated on her front and even when it was covered by the fine linen of his gown, he was aware that only that linen was between him and her most intimate part he certainly and graciously wanted to explore if she allowed. One minute more and he could already feel her smooth hands running on his thick curly locks, he immediately closed his eyes to feel it. The girl caressed and played with his locks until she let go and had her finger run down on Hawk's face, down slowly until she reached his jaw. Then with an inch of a force, he raised Hawk's face so the latter could see her goddess like face. What welcomed Hawk was her fiery honey colored eyes that resembles that of her fiancee but not as alluring as hers. Hers was just so raw, fiery and wild yet unexpectedly pure.

"They say ballet was one of the finest art," She started uttering words again that Hawk wasn't even interested about at the moment. His heart was raging wild and his hands were shaking as he tried to control them not to touch the girl, afraid he might offend her in some ways. He didn't know what to do, all he knew was that her touch was enough to send him flying to the moon.

"Don't you agree with President Monsanto?" She wanted his response, which he did after a few seconds of self struggle.

"It is," That's all he managed to say under her gaze.

"What a pity then," She let go completely and went to the front of the box, her hands now on the balcony where she could see the stage completely. "Its beautiful, but it's kind of boring to me,"

"It's funny how people flock these days to witness what they say is an outstanding performance. They all claim it's all for the sake of art but I doubt many of the people sitting below do know what real art meant. They're all just here for the hype probably can't even tell which part of it is real art"

All the words she uttered, although Hawk heard it clearly, just got through his ears and stuck on his head. He didn't dwell on it much as the only thing he cared about at that moment was how to make her come closer to him again. It was like the girl intentionally let him go, teasing him and making him suffer as she knew how he craved for her.

"Do you want to witness a real art President Monsanto?" Her eyes found his again and the words for Hawk, hid some meaning that she was going to give him something he will not be able to resist. Hawk of course wasn't able to give his yes, he only gaped open in front but he knew deep within him, before the girl would even ask for anything, he can only defeatedly say yes.

She smiled again. He was completely silenced by her enigma.

"Come and I'll give a performance you'll never ever want to forget," She said last and walked out of the box. Hawk, who was already under whatever spell she brought with her, could only do nothing but follow her to whichever hell or heaven she would lead him.