Chapter 23 Disruption

• Drawing to a sudden halt, Sia spun her head around and caught a glimpse of him. She felt a blast of chills skitter down her spine as their gaze met.
• ‘Oh no…not here. I don’t want to see him.’ She nagged bitterly insides her. To think that her feet felt heavy and too sluggish to carry her nor traipse forward annoyed Sia.
• She blamed herself for not paying rapt attention at the voice. If she had paid deep attention she would know the voice is his
• Before Sia knew what was happening, Lucas already closed in on her, gripping her hand.
• “Sia!” He called out again, the bubbles of emotions reeling through him are inexplicable and it makes his heart beat uncontrollably.
• Holding her hand this minute feels like a trophy to Lucas. He dragged in a long, gulping breath, eyes blinking rapidly.
• “Sia, please cut me some slacks.” He snapped, his voice faltered.
• “I have so much to tell. There are things you don’t…”
• Before he could finish his ramble of words, Sia tugged her hand from his, tearing her eyes off him.
• ‘Don’t stand here and let him rope you into believing his shits. Always remember, Lucas caused you pains. He inflicted untold searing pain in you. That you’re hard hearted today is all because of him. Don’t forget.’ Sia heard her inner voice gush out, making her plaster a cold look on her face instead of that feeble one she had seconds ago.
• “Don’t you ever lay your hands on me Mr. Evangelista. Sia’s voice morphed into pure rage, making Lucas shudder.
• He could have dared to touch her just like he yearns , he wants to keep persuading her, laying his hands on her body but he dreaded the idea because he doesn’t know who Sia actually is.
• “Do you know who you are talking to?”
• At that moment, Estrella’s words at the party rang in his ears. He doesn’t know and would want to know who Sia has in actuality become.
• Lucas was lost in his thoughts that he didn’t know when Sia walked away from him. He schooled his features when he heard Sia’s feet clomping away from him.
• However, he didn’t relent, Lucas quickened his pace, trailing behind Sia whilst calling out to her.
• “Sia, please…give me one chance. Just listen to what I have say…” He paused, dragging in some air. “It’s not what you think, please.”
• Lucas was so focused on meeting up with Sia’s fast strides that he didn’t see a small cartoon in front of him and he tripped on it.
• Just as he staggered to steady himself, he tugged Sia’s hair and they both fell on the floor.
• “Argh! Gosh!” Sia winced in pain, feeling shards of rage dripping through her veins.
• “Oh, God!!” People around exclaimed, shocked.
• Sia wasn’t cognizant of their position, until she heard the murmurings. She then glanced at her body and saw herself lying on top of Lucas, her head pressed against his chest and his hands entwined at the small of her back.
• Their eyes locked when she raised her head to look him over. Lucas’s head was equally raised and now they were only a breath away from each other.
• Lucas’s eyes journeyed down Sia’s full lips and he felt himself gulping at the sight of it.
• Sia was quick to extricate herself from his hold, reeking with anger.
• “How dare you…”
• She was on the cusp of unleashing her anger through words but Lucas interrupted her immediately.
• “It wasn’t intentional, Sia. I swear I fell by mistake. I’m sorry.”
• Hearing him word that with a voice as gentle as this, Sia swallowed back her obscene words.
• She propelled herself to her feet, smoothing her rumpled dress and disheveled hair.
• She leaned forward and clamped on her bags. Then she began walking away again .
• However, Lucas still pursued her.
• “Sia…”
• By the time they reached the exit, Sia showed the security her payment receipt and she was allowed to pass.
• When Lucas tried to traipse through the door he was held back.
• “Let’s see your payment receipt, sir.” One of the security men asked.
• “Fuck!!” Lucas cursed, ruffling his hair in sheer frustration.
• He knows he hasn’t paid and no matter the excuses he gives , they won’t let him out. He threw one last glance at Sia’s receding figure and grunted, angrily.
• He took four steps backward, rolled his eyes before spinning around and headed back to the queue.
• Sia arrived where her car was parked. She saw people taking pictures of the car, marveling at its beauty.
• To some, a red flashy Ferrari car is rare to come by but to Sia it’s a common car.
• As the driver saw her approaching from the rearview mirror, he flipped the door open and shoved outside to help Sia with her bags.
• “Let me help you, ma’am.” He said, taking the bags from Sia.
• However, the onlookers got startled seeing Sia is the owner of the car.
• “The car belongs to a woman?”
• “Omigod , who is she?”
• “It can’t be hers. Maybe it’s for her sugar daddy. No woman can afford such an expensive car.”
• Sia rolled her eyes heavenward when she heard their words. She clenched into the car , crossing her hand against her chest.
• She could still feel her heart hammering against her chest.
• When the driver finished stuffing the bags in the trunk, he slid into the car and stepped on the gas pedal. Slowly, he rolled away from the mall.
• On the way back, Sia couldn’t stop thinking about what occurred a few minutes ago.
• She on top of Lucas, feeling the warmth of his palm on the small of her back. As much as Sia doesn’t want to accept it, she knew it was a bliss.
• Exactly the warmth she basks in years before. Sia felt a prickle of some sensations inside her.
• ‘Shit. Not now, I can’t do this while I’m in the car.’ She said inwardly as she felt her crotch tingling, jolting with a strong heat of arousal. Lucas’s hands has rudely awakened her deepest hunger. Sadly he won’t be there to sate her.
• Moments later, they arrived at the villa and Michelle was already there to welcome Sia. When the car rolled to a halt, Michelle hurried to the trunk to pull Sia’s bags out.
• “You wasted a lot of time. You promised you’d be back shortly.”
• Sia heard Michelle rattling when she stepped out of the car.
• ‘Yeah, all thanks to Lucas for wasting my time.’ Sia mused.
• “But I’m back. Isn’t it?” Sia responded aiming to help Michelle with the bags.
• They tottered inside together. However , Sia remembered her promise to Estrella and stopped on her tracks instantly.
• “Holy molly!” She exclaimed, her eyes dilated.
• “What’s wrong?” Michelle asked, looking back at Sia.
• “Michelle I need you to please make a perfect Lasagna for me right away.” Sia spewed, heading to the kitchen.
• “What!? Where are you going Mrs. Monson!?” Michelle pace behind Sia to the kitchen.
• Sia spun around immediately, throwing her hands up while she talked.
• “I need you to make a delicious Lasagna for me. I want it delivered to my friend now!”
• “Friend…?”
• “Michelle no further questions, just get it done.” She yelped, raking the fridge and cabinets for all the ingredients.
• “Okay…okay…okay…” Michelle nodded and began prepping the ingredients. “Oh, um…Mrs. Monson. You need to meet with the masseuse in the living room.” She rambled as Sia plodded out of the kitchen.
• Hearing that, Sia tottered back and narrowed her eyes at Michelle.
• “Masseuse? Who invited her?” she asked, surprised.
• “I did. I figured you needed one. Go on, you’re retarding her time.” Michelle curtly responded.
• Rolling her eyes heavenward, Sia skittered away. She emerged at the living room and saw the masseuse there. The lady stood up immediately she saw Sia coming in.
• “Good day ma’am. I’m Ella. I came to give you a massage.” Ella beamed.
• “Oh, alright. Let me get changed.” Sia worded and filed to her room where she wrestles off her dress and wrapped a towel around her chest.
• She invited the masseuse to her room and they headed to her big balcony where her massage bed is.
• However, before Sia settled on the bed, she informed Michelle of Estrella’s address so she would deliver the food once she’s done.
• The masseuse drizzled a lube on Sia’s back the instant she lay on the bed and then she began pressing Sia’s body. Tossing her fingers and the palm of her hand up and down her body.
• She exhaled, basking on the deft hands of the masseuse. Despite she hating the idea of Michelle inviting a masseuse without informing her, Sia can’t help being thankful the lady is here.
• The masseuse fingers, glide up to her arms, pressing it lightly and skillfully, smoothing her tight bones and down to her fingers, stretching it, caressing it softly.
• She rolled her fingers down to her leg wrapping the soft skin of Sia’s leg between her fingers, molding and pressing it gently. With utmost care.
• Sia found herself sighing in relief, reveling in the treatment.
• As the masseuse continued with her work, she felt a figure emerge beside her and the man pressed his index finger on his lips. A sign for the masseuse to keep her lips tight. He dipped the palm of his hands in the lube and mouthed ‘go’ to the masseuse, with a shake of his head.
• She scrambled to obey and then he took over from the masseuse, pressing his callused hands on Sia’s delicate skin.
• At first she didn’t notice but when his fingers trailed to her ass cheeks , kneading on it she jerked reflexively. She subconsciously spun her head around and saw him.
• Sia gaped in surprise, her breath faltered. Pulse quickening.
• “Silas!” she yelped, eyes flapping uncontrollably.
• “Hello, love!” Silas beamed, throwing winks at Sia.