It’s been two days after Sia’s debutante. She hadn’t been to work. All the while she was home, her attention was channeled on her growing recognition and Estrella’s nagging for not accepting to be Jake’s girlfriend.
She knows her friend is just looking out for her, no doubt but Sia still cringes at the mention of the word love.
It was the same love that shattered her heart a long time ago and she’s been advised to immerse herself in it again?
“Why didn’t you accept him at least? Or say something like…yeah, I like you too. It makes sense, Sia.”
She remembers Estrella’s ramble over their video call yesterday.
“I’m someone’s wife…” Sia said, different thoughts rooted in her mind. Would it have been good if she gave it a shot?
What will happen if it doesn’t work out?
Besides her mind is beginning to feel fragile whenever she remembers her wild nights with Lucas which led her to a series of masturbation all the while she was home yesterday.
This time around, her cum comes out thicker than it used to which makes Sia long to have him touch her again. Her strong walls are whittling slowly. She doesn’t know when it will be. When the walls will fall down, leaving her empty and unprotected from her emotions.
“That’s a lie. You’re a widow.” Estrella’s words crept into her ears again. Piling up to the thoughts warring in her head.
“Yes, more reason it won’t work out…” Sia tried to reason but Estrella beat her on it.
“No. You’re just afraid of giving love a shot, girl. That someone hurt you in the past doesn’t mean all men would. This is reality. You give people chances… give people the benefit of doubt…”
Sia dropped her head in her palms while facing the camera. The look on her face alarmed Estrella and she began to probe.
“What’s wrong, Sia?”
Looking up, Sia shook her head. “It’s fine. Nothing’s wrong.” She said, flashing a huge smile at the scream.
“Are you?” Estrella said, afraid to ask the questions openly. “Still thinking about him?”
“Who?” Sia asked.
“Lucas? You’re still thinking about him? Isn’t it? Is that why you don’t want to give in to Jake?” Estrella probed, the look on Sia’s face egged her on.
Shaking off the wrinkles on her face, Sia said. “Don’t say rubbish, Estrella. I’m not thinking about him and that’s not why I refused to accept Jake. And…yes. I’ve gotten over him a long time ago.”
Maybe yes, maybe no. Sia can’t tell if she has. The past six years went by without them crossing apart which made it easier to forget him. Now they bump into each other and now that Lucas expresses his unbridled concern for her, it’s making her think she never really got over him.
“Okay. I’ve to go now. Ethan is waiting for me in bed.”
That was the last thing Estrella verbalized before they hung up the call.
Sia woke up today, feeling weak but she forced herself to work.
Now that everyone knows she heads the Monson group, more people might send proposals, want to buy shares and so many other things that needs to be done. That means work will be more hectic than it was.
Sia was surprised to see Silas standing by the window when she entered her office.
‘The devil decided to show up today.’ She mused
Striding to her desk, Sia asked in a brass voice, “How did you get in, Silas? You’re not supposed to be here.” She hissed.
Silas flipped around, extracting himself from the window side, and paced to Sia’s desk.
He angled downwards to claim her lips but Sia pushed him off.
With a chuckle, he chirped, “Came to welcome the new ruler of the Monson family and my wife-to-be.”
“Are you being serious now?” She said, a tinge of annoyance needling her bones. “Better go out there and get yourself a wife.” She fired.
Silas enclosed his hand in his groin, his bulge threatening to burst out from his pants. Sia always has this effect on him.
No matter how much he hates her guts, he can’t rein on his hunger for her. The voices in his head are telling him to apply force on her but right now, he can’t use force on her because she’s the ruler and a popular figure in the state.
Only want thing will make this workout. An evidence!
“The only wife I want is you, Sia. You’ve been mine since the day I saw you. You know it. You so fucking do.” He croaked, the hunger roving inside him made a moan rise in his chest.
Taking cognizance of that, Sia piped up in urgency, “leave my office, right now, Silas.”
A fiendish smile hovered over his lips at the change in Sia’s inflection. Grabbing the stray tendrils of her hair, Silas dipped it in his nose. His usual act whenever he’s near Sia. He loves her wildflower scent a lot. It drives him nuts.
As Sia endeavored to push him away from her space, Silas slapped her hand away and it landed on his groin. Seeing that it had landed on the spot he wanted, he pinned Sia’s hand there, smiling wickedly at her.
“Fuck. The feel of your palm on my dick is damn good. It makes me remember our old times, love.”
Silas thread his hand with Sia’s, preventing her from pulling her hand away.
Sia’s mind raced back to the days Silas forces himself on her. To the days he abuses her.
“Let go of me, Silas. I’m going to call the security.” She whimpered amid her struggles. Chuckling, Silas grind her palm on his groin, moans rumbling in his chest, and bouts of shivers ran down his spine.
“Fuck. Make me come, love.” He hummed and before Sia could register what was transpiring, Silas pulled down his zipper and the metallic impact rang in the air.
His hard cock protuberated. The silky skin of his light creamy cock grazed on Sia’s knuckles. A repressed whimper left her lip.
“What are you doing? Get out!” She yelled, aiming to duck her hand from his.
Holding her still, Silas mouthed, “I’m not leaving you until you make me cum.”
Silas was cautious, very cautious not to make it look like he’s forcing her. Gently yet forcefully, he slapped Sia’s hand on his cock, and a series of expletives left his lips.
Sia was shaking and her breath hitched. Silas Monson would never stop until he gets what he so desperately wants from her.
Silas sandwiched Sia’s palms with his against his cock, rolling up gently from his tip down to his base.
In the trials to duck her hand off, Silas spat on her face to make Sia cringe and disorient her movements.
When Sia raised her free hand to wipe the spittle, Silas balanced her palm on his cock. Bucking his hips up, he palmed his cock with their hands laced together.
A storm of anger brewed inside Sia, fluttering her red eyes to meet his, she aimed to send her fist on his face but Silas wedged it in the air.
“You can’t…”
As he was about to say that, Lucas, Rebekah, and Liam barged into the office. Lucas took in the scene, Silas taut his hand on Sia’s against his cock, and Sia’s other hand wedged mid-air.
All rational senses escaped the fissure of Lucas’s mind as he raced toward Silas and sent a conjured, heavy blow on his face.
“LUCAS!” Sia yelled in shock.