Chapter 15 Pleasure

• A dry chuckle left Sia’s lips hearing what Lucas just admitted.
• Like hell she cares.
• She shook her head, still laughing at his stupidity as she termed it. She unclipped her hand that’s perched on his chest and waved it hastily, “what truth are you talking about Mr. Lucas? Do I look like someone desperate to hear the truth?” she sneered, the corner of her lips raised in contempt.
• Lucas gaped seeing her beautiful smiles and the echoes of her laughter. Gosh, everything about Sia ticks good in his taste for women.
• “Please Sia, just listen to me. You need to hear me out. What happened back then it wasn’t…”
• “Will you cut it off!?” She exclaimed, pulling away from his arms. Anger seeped through every fiber of her being.
• Lucas on the other hand was gobsmacked by her sudden outburst.
• “Sia, please…hear me.” He tried to grip her wrist but Sia slapped it away so harshly that the sound spread across the room, attracting people’s attention.
• Estrella and Ethan stiffened on their stead, looking at the scene.
• “What’s happening between these two. Is Lucas molesting Sia? “ Estrella asked but Ethan didn’t respond.
• Danika equally paused and ogled at Lucas and Sia, bolts of rage erupted inside her.
• ‘What are they doing!?’ she asked, hands balling into fist.
• “Listen to what? The nonsense you'll spit? Huh…” Sia threw her hands in the air, yelping inwardly.
• “Sia calm down…” Lucas whispered, glancing his eyes around the ballroom. He saw how everyone paused, looking at them. “Sia please. You’re creating a scene.”
• “Like I care!!” Sia shouted, her fiery eyes burning into his. “I don’t fucking give a shit. So please, keep that shit to yourself.”
• Instantaneously , Sia stumbled to where she kept her clutches, took it and dashed off the hall, leaving Lucas stranded and frustrated.
• Estrella attempted to go after Sia but Ethan held her back.
• “Ethan!! I need to go after her.” She pleaded, trying to free her wrist from his grip.
• “She needs privacy. Leave her be.” Ethan spouted
• Meanwhile, Danika traipsed toward Lucas and tugged his arm, making him face her.
• “What was that!? Huh…?” Her voice, high-pitched.
• “Danika…” Lucas tried to inch closer to Danika to stop her from creating another scene but Danika flared up.
• “You…shameless man, wooing another woman right in front of your fiancée!! You’ve got no shame, Lucas. How could you?” she rasped out.
• Before long, people began mumbling within themselves.
• “Isn’t that Lucas Evangelista? What’s going on with him?”
• “His fiancée said he's wooing another woman. So brainless and shameless.”
• “I thought he's a responsible man?”
• “Who’s that lady he was with? She looks quite amazing.”
• All these mumbling projected into Danika’s ears, especially the ones asking about Sia’s true identity.
• The urge to figure out who Sia is and who her sugar daddy is surged through.
• “Danika please, listen it’s not what you think!” Said Lucas, inching closer to Danika.
• To his utmost surprise, Danika burst into tears.
• “Why? I love you Lucas but why are you doing this to me? Can’t you for once act like a good fiancé?” she croaked, her insincere tears gushing out.
• Danika wants to use this as an opportunity to draw Lucas’s emotions even if it’s for a while.
• Opportunities like this rarely comes by so she has to grab it.
• “Why? Is she better than I am? Is she more pretty than I am? What can she do that I can’t? Tell me!” she rattled on, more tears drifting from the duct of her eyes. Lucas felt guilt coiling in his throat that he couldn’t speak.
• He stood torpid in his stead, looking at Danika, befuddled. Despite that Danika’s bad side outnumbers her good side, she’s still a human being and has emotions too.
• He's not ruthless. He has conscience and immediately, Lucas let that guilt wash through him.
• “I’m sorry. Danika, stop crying. I’m sorry. I admit what happened was wrong. Shouldn’t have acted Like that in front of you.” He admitted, pulling Danika in his arms. He gently stroke her hair but his mind wandered elsewhere.
• Sia!!
• Seeing her today piled up his feelings for her. But he didn’t aim his target well. Nevertheless, he won’t stop until he gets Sia to forgive him.
• “Hey, c'mon let’s head home so you can rest.” Lucas suggested as they parted from their embrace. “Shall we?”
• Danika slanted her head in a swift nod and Lucas signaled Ethan about their departure. Ethan beamed in response.
• Lucas then shooed Danika to the exit, they piled up in their car and zoomed off.
• At that moment, Sia’s mind kept riveting back to Lucas’s words at the ballroom.
• “That was never the truth Sia.”
• “What happened back then it wasn’t…”
• ‘what does he mean by these words he said? Does he think he can fool me with it? Does he think I’m still that frail, gullible girl he knew six years back? Unfortunately, Lucas I’m a new Sia now.’ She rambled on in her mind, fliting her eyes outside through the window.
• She marveled at the streetlights and the greeneries they pass by. Some minutes later, the driver drove into the Monson’s driveway and the automatic gate fluttered open, making the driver speed into the garage.
• Sia crept out from the car, gravitating to the entrance where all the servants lined up to greet her.
• “Good evening Mrs. Monson. Welcome back.” Their greetings synchronized and Sia just slanted her head in a nod.
• However, Michelle noticed the grim look on Sia’s face and this made the creased smile on her face smooth, lips pursed in a thin line. She hastened behind Sia, questioning her.
• “What happened Mrs. Monson? You don’t look so good. Did anything occur there?”
• Sia didn’t halt her tracks, she fiercely trailed the stairs, her stiletto clacking on the marble floor. However, Michelle didn’t ascend the stairs with her rather she squelched at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at Sia.
• “Mrs. Monson?” she called. This time Sia halted, but didn’t whirl around to face Michelle .
• “Nothing happened Michelle. I’m totally fine.” She informed.
• “I hope so. What about dinner? I made Mushroom soup as an appetizer and Beans and mashed potatoes as the main course. I also made you a fruit salad as your dessert. Why don’t you come and eat before…”
• “No, I’m totally content at the moment. I’m sorry you stressed yourself in making that but I’m not feeling ravenous now. Thanks Michelle.”
• After saying this, Sia began to trod the stairs again, leaving Michelle stunned.
• “What is wrong with her? Tsk…Mrs. Monson usually have mood swings lately. Oh, I bet it’s because of her late husband. Poor widow.” Michelle sighed and crept to the dinning where all the meals was lined up. She ordered other servants to pack everything up.
• Immediately Sia crawled into her room and slam the door shut, she perched back on the door and flipped her clutches aside.
• Her body tremored with need, the need to be touched. To feel his warm embrace and fingertips on her silky skin.
• Remembering the feel of his breath on her face spurred her hunger. Reminiscing on the feel of his palms on her waist and at the small of her back, sent chills down her spine.
• Sia began to feel her underneath dripping wet with need. Her clit pulsating, sweetening her as heavy breath stumbled out from her nostrils. She tilted her head backward, feeling the sensational heat rising up in her body, opening her floodgates of control.
• She bit down on her lower lip, head riveting as she allowed the burning desire to consume her.
• She instantly ripped her clothes off first then her lingerie. Stark naked, Sia crept to her dresser where she looked her reflection in the grandiose mirror.
• She darted her eyes to her hard nipples that stood erect, desiring for a touch, for suckling. She lose her hair, letting it cascade down on the small of her back. Want. Need. Desire, encased her.
• Sia clipped her hand on the dresser's drawer and flung it open, her eyes shimmered as they landed on her toys.
• She pulled them all out and crept groggily to the bed. Sia affixed her middle finger in her mouth, laved on it and trailed it in her hammering, wet pussy. Gently she intruded it deep inside her, and purred. She pumped it in and out until the wetness intensifies.
• Her mound nipples got more hard at the process while she nibbled on her lower lips, concupiscent.
• She ladled out on her fours, bunched up her hips and placed a cushion on her belly, to hoist her hips upward. Then, she brought out her butt plug intruding it in her anus, her sphincter stretched allowing the slow intrusion. A low whimper threatened to gush out from her lips, but she bit it back. Holding it all in.
• Her hips relaxed, likewise her sphincter mini minutes after the butt plug settled deep inside her. Sia smiled, huffed. It’s been a while she last tried this. She reached for her hard nipples, pinched on it as she hefted her tits slightly, her tongue reaching a bit on her areola and she formed teasing circles on it. Her pussy lubricants slowly drizzled down her calf.
• She reached for her dildo and trained it on her clit. Teasing, coaxing and forming pleasurable circles on it. A groan spilled from her larynx as she tugged the dildo deep in her throbbing pussy. Her inner walls clenched around it as she pounded her on the toy, yelping, moaning. Her milky juices caked the toy.
• She rev up her grinding on the dildo as she felt her orgasm, drawing close until her juices plummeted forcefully from her mouthwatering hole. Sia took a breath of relief and she flattened on the bed, her limbs sprawled, weak from the intense grinding and caresses.
• “Tomorrow is my foray into the Monson group. Can’t wait to catch up on everything Mr. Monson left behind.” A smile peeled from her lips.