The air in Sia’s office was ridden with grunts, spite, blows, anger, and yells. Lucas was angry and so was Silas.
This isn’t the first time Lucas had seen Silas forcing Sia to do what she doesn’t want.
Fucking fuck!
It rages Lucas to see Sia struggling to free herself from his vise grip and whenever he sights that, he basically act on impulse, not on rational thoughts.
The flying of fists and yells and grunts that lanced through the air go Sia scared.
She screamed. Yelling for Silas to stop and yelling for Lucas to control his anger.
“Stop this!” She exclaimed when Silas dodged Lucas’s fist that wants to run across his chin. Silas gingerly hoisted his knee and chucked it along Lucas’s groin, making him squeal as pains ricocheted through him like a missile.
Whipping around, Lucas craned his right elbow and backhanded Silas on his nose, blood gushed out coupled with streams of obscenities.
“Jesus! Call the security!” Sia squealed as the blood tainted her desk, chair, and floor. Anger surged inside Silas as he removed the hand he cupped on his nose and sighted the blood seeping from his nose. A dark laughter, the type that screams ‘kill’ left his lips.
Silas dipped his hand in his pocket and shoved out a small flipping knife. Paring the sharp edge from its restraint, he aimed it toward Lucas with the intent to it pummel his shoulders.
In the heat of the moment, Lucas landed on his haunches and slipped across the floor in one fluid motion, making Silas to miss his target and stab the knife on the sturdy glass wall.
Rising to his feet, Lucas knotted his right fist and jabbed it on Silas’s back head, making his face land on the sturdy glass wall.
A grunt of anguish rolled off Silas’s lips.
As Liam was about to storm outta the office to call the security team, his eyes spotted a drone outside by the right corner of the office.
A drone! Liam murmured inside him as he bee-lined to the door.
?? Forty-Five Minutes Ago. ??
Silas pulled his car into Monson group’s garage and peeled his dark sunnies from his face. The man seated across from him held his laptop, his finger flying across the keyboard in brisk efficiency like a Pro hacker working for a corporation.
When his fast fingers stopped tapping on the keyboard, the little screeching noise came to a halt, and silence effused in the car.
Looking up to Silas, he heaved a long sigh and whispered. “Done.”
Silas nodded his head in sheer relief and worded. “Awesome. You’ll start recording once you see the both of us together. I’ll ensure it works out well.”
Fluttering the car open, Silas walked briskly to the receptionist and ordered a visiting card. Since Sia instructed the security team to not allow him inside without a visiting card, he needs to get one.
Grabbing the visiting card for the CEO’S floor, he jumped into the elevator and landed on the floor in no time.
Edging toward the receptionist there, he dropped the card and dashed into Sia’s office with the receptionist screaming, ‘Sorry, Mr. The widow is yet to come. You’ve to await her in the lobby’ while walking in tow with Silas.
Despite her agitation and words, Silas gave no listening ear to her and swayed into Sia’s office.
The receptionist was adamant too but when the door slammed behind her, she regretted coming into that office with Silas.
“And who are you to stop me?” Silas’s steely voice blared in her ears. Squaring his shoulders, hands in his pocket, he eliminated the distance between them.
The receptionist looked up at him and swallowed thickly as she looked like a prey to this predator man.
Doffing his hand from his pocket, Silas inched it close to the receptionist’s nape and circled his fingers around it, craning the lady’s head.
“I am Silas Monson. No one can stop me from doing what I want.”
In a blink of an eye, he hunkered his lips down on the lady’s, assaulting her mouth with his. When he feels the pain already clothed her, he let her go.
Only, the receptionist yearned for more of that harsh treatment.
“Don’t you want to leave again?” He questioned.
One thing about Silas is that women are easily drawn to his masochistic demeanor that even if he imposes pains on them, they’ll be attracted to it and would want more from him. Only one person isn’t attracted to him and that’s Sia.
“But sir…”
“Now go!” He roared and the edge in his voice had the receptionist scurrying away.
“Great, I can see the drone from here.” He worded into his phone when the receptionist disappeared.
‘Let’s do this, love. Let’s get this proof we are lovers other than enemies.’ He said as a fiendish grin split his lips into two.
**
“Throw him out!” Sia roared, her tone injected with fury.
The four security men rushed toward Silas and gripped his arms. The blood rained down his nose, lips to his jaw as a result of the hard contact of his face with the glass wall.
“You can’t throw me out, Sia!” He howled as they dragged him to his feet. He glimpsed at Lucas wondering who the fuck is he?
“Sure Silas. I can throw anyone out.” She said with a sarcastic inflection.
Wriggling her brows, the security team took it as a cue to send Silas away. Rebekah who had silently watched the scene left too. Likewise Liam.
Among the four of them, only Liam saw the drone. The thing there is that, he can’t say for sure who has the drone.
Silas landed back in his car and slammed the door shot.
“The video was messed up.” The young man inside rattled.
Jabbing his fist on the wheel, he uttered. “I need stitches.”
Bringing his engine alive, he put the car in reverse and bee-lined for the ER.
Back at Sia’s office.
Awkward silence soared in the air as Sia and Lucas traded glances. None was willing to break the silence. Just looking into each other’s fascinating eyes.
Sia’s feasted on Lucas’s coffee-brown eyes and Lucas feasted on Sia’s brunette hair, itching to slide his fingers across it.
“So…” Sia broke the thick silence that encased them. She walked back to her seat as if nothing just happened.
“Have a seat, Mr. Evangelista.” She said, beaming smiles at him.
Her stare met Lucas’s bruised fist. She wonders if he still feels pains from the groin attack but decided against asking him. She doesn’t care if he gets hurt. Sia murmured distractedly.
“Sia, why does he…?”
“Mrs. Monson please,” Sia said interrupting Lucas.
Hearing that, he clamped his mouth shut. Yeah, she’s right. She’s Mrs. Monson now. But the combustible jealousy he feels knowing that his once lover married another man and probably had kids for him weakens him to the core.
Jealousy and self-blame are basically what Lucas feels.
“Mrs. Monson…” He trailed off. The title is sour in his mouth, the name heaps a thick lump in his throat.
“So, how may I help you?” Sia said breathlessly.
The scene still replaying in her head. She commends the fact that Lucas’s fighting skills have improved.
Yeah, time did him well from all round.
“I heard the news.” He started, his words ignited Sia’s heart with fire. She feels satisfied getting a reaction from him and feels bad seeing the sullen look on his face.
“Sia, why?”
“Mrs. Monson. I wouldn’t correct you again.” She bites out. “And why what?”
“You know that’s my family’s legacy. You know how much it means to me.” He droned on.
“Legacy or no legacy. It has nothing to do with me. All I know is that I get the things I want.” She cleared.
“And what about my proposal to your company? Your…husband and I almost rounded up the work before he died.”
The word ‘husband’ itched Lucas’s body. He doesn’t wish anyone to be her husband except him. And only him.
“I’m afraid it doesn’t soothe my taste,” Sia said.
They held their stare, lusting for their skin to slide across the other but none was willing to take the leap first.
Lucas doesn’t want what happened the last time to repeat itself. So he’s reining on his hunger and willing himself to stay rooted in his seat.
Sia was lusting for him too but doesn’t want to give him the idea that he’s forgiven or anything at that.
The air around them thickened and their ogle lingered longer. Their lust for each other overpowering their rational senses.
“O-kay.” Lucas murmured, feeling his hard-on threatening to escape from his panties.
Standing to his feet to adjust himself so he can leave the office, Sia spotted his hard-on and a sudden heat drove down to her clit. Tingling her pussy and pebbling her nipples.
Lucas was unaware of the attack his presence is inflicting on Sia ’cause all he could see is a cold demeanor.
“Thank you. Mrs. Monson.” He muttered, his eyes drove down to her lips as she twitches them to speak.
“My pleasure, Mr. Evangelista.”
Lucas whirled on his heel and exited the office.