When the curtain flew open, a woman wearing the most beautiful white wedding gown Hawk had ever seen appeared. She was covered in a veil but right through it, Hawk could see her honey-colored eyes. For a mont he was amazed by how her estranged fiance suddenly beca the woman in his dreams, the woman he longed to have waited for many years. Her aura then reminds him of so old feelings—the one you feel in Sorset village whenever the rain stops and the sun decides to finally show up and give everyone so warmth. It felt refreshing, vibrant and peaceful.
However, just a second of staring and Hawk's confidence faltered. There was sothing in the bride's eyes that made him shiver for a mont.
No, that wasn't Feather.
Feather's eyes were full of innocence and sweetness and she smiled at him like he was her everything. But the woman in front of him right then was different, her eyes were deep and full of pride and her smile, cunningly beautiful!
She smiled at him like he owed her a pocket of full gold and that the price for stealing it wouldn't co as easy as returning the money.
Hawk was confused. Upon realization that the one in front of her wasn't Feather, he looked around and realized there was nothing in the room but him and the woman. It was like ti froze and that at that very mont they were the only thing that was significant in the world.
"Did you not like what you see?" The woman asked and pulled her veiled up so that Hawk Monsanto could finally see all of her. It was Simione. She looked at him sarcastically and Hawk swallowed a big lump in his throat knowing that she brought hell with her.
"Cat…" He said her na helplessly.
"Oh so you do rember ," Simione raised a brow at him. "I thought since you are soon to be a fully committed man, you had forgotten the kitten you raised at the back of your fiancee,"
She was mad and Hawk knew that. They looked at each other as Hawk tried to find sothing to pacify the girl while Simione was ready to eat him alive.
Simione thought how could Hawk do such a thing at this mont? However she understood long before that Hawk Monsanto wasn't a reliable man and that nothing, not his words and his actions, were sothing you can rely on.
"Cat...I don't know how to say this but," Hawk was trying all his best to resist her. When he knew what happened to Feather and how she kneeled to fight for their love, so sense went into Hawk. What he was doing behind Feather's back wasn't sothing she deserved and certainly not sothing he wished for her.
Cat however was soone he just t and the very first ti he t her, she already knew he had a lover and so he didn't understand then why Cat was furious and why he cared about her feelings. Probably more than she ever cared about it.
"I don't know how to say this...but I have long decided to marry Feather," He tried to put on a face, even though his heart was breaking inside. For him, his feelings and wants do not anymore matter, what mattered for him was that Feather—his fuzzy Cat and the woman he had long waited for. She was then crying and suffering because of his rendezvous with Cat. He couldn't keep it happening especially when Feather was trying to act as if she wasn't hurting in front of him.
"You know this from the start," He added.
"Of course I know Hawk Monsanto," Simione knew then that despite all her efforts with him, he still chose Feather and that makes her more mad.
She then smiled as if they were not arguing and Hawk's inside twisted, imdiately regretting he had said those words to her. It was like, Cat didn't care and that he was the one who's going to lose in the battle he started.
"I know you are getting married and since the start, I didn't expect much from you. So I don't know why you are explaining," Simione lied and then turned to the full size mirror to look at her beautiful face.
Lucy said she was the most beautiful woman she had seen in a wedding gown and she only hoped Hawk Monsanto could agree, but guess he was not. She certainly didn't expect him to ntion Feather in their conversation right now as she didn't rember a ti that he did. Perhaps he was really serious this ti and that he was determined to get rid of her. Unfortunately, she's not the type who gives up that easily.
"Did you think I ca here for you?" She added the question.
"So you are not?" Hawk's pride fell at that. He was all feeling flattered knowing that she had gone so jealous about the wedding date that she went desperately to see him and even went as far as dressing up for him. "So what is this? Another coincidence?"
"I don't know... perhaps...who cares?" Simione answered, still looking at herself in the mirror, refusing to give Hawk an audience. "All I know is that my fiance brought here for so wedding dresses and…." That's the ti she turned to look at him. "...And you are stealing his seat,"
"Your fiance?" Hawk's expression darkened at what he heard. Did she just say he got a fiance and that she was here to try out wedding dresses too?
"Uh-hu," Cat gave her a slight nod and turned back to the mirror to watch her herself. Her face grimaced then as if she was not thoroughly satisfied with how she looked so she called for so staff mbers.
"Hey, can you curl my eyeglass a bit, for so reason they're so disobedient today," She asked gently to the person who ca.
"Yes Miss I can," the staff mber replied who imdiately proceeded to curl her lashes more.
"And can you check please if the buttons at my back were sealed. I don't want them to fall down in front of my fiancee. I want everything to be so perfect," Cat continued, ignoring Hawk's clenching fist. At the corner of her eyes he watched his expression turn hard, almost ready to grope soone.
"And Miss, can you also escort that man to his room?I think he was lost or sothing. My fiance will be here any second and I don't want him to see any man looking at ," She hid a grin when she said that. "He's kind of possessive,"
"Sir, do you know what your room number is?" The girl who assisted Simione turned to ask Hawk, as if he was indeed the intruder of the room they were in.
"This is the room where your staff brought and even my fiancee was here earlier," He defended, already annoyed by what was happening. "Look they even served wine,"
"I'm sorry sir. I'll go and verify everything. Please stay here for a while as I look unto it," The girl bowed before she left.
Simione then took over the curling of her brow that in a mont, she missed what Hawk was doing. The mont the staff left, the man however, paced the room toward Simione, grabbed the girl and pressed her into the wall.
"Who is the man you are marrying?" He asked, mad as hell, that Simione instantly believe if she'll give him a na, that person might end up dead the next morning.
"Why do you care?" Simione pushed him off, as if she wasn't expecting such an action from him when deep inside she knew and anticipated he would. For when was the ti he was able to refuse her? There certainly was none! "Let go of , I don't want my fiance to see you. He might think we had sothing,"
"But we have sothing," Hawk wasn't backing off. Whoever that man was, he just hoped he knew whom he was ssing with. Imdiately, all his concerns about Feather's hurt went away, toppled by his anger and fear that his mystery woman was owned by soone else. "You are my woman. How dare any man lay a claim on you!"
"I am NOT YOUR WOMAN!" She spat at his face giving him the sa intensity as he did, or probably more because Hawk almost backed off at the angry expression that went on her face. "You just made that clear to few minutes ago when you said—"
The intense argunt halted with a frigid kiss. Hawk captured Simone's lips and owned it like it was all his. He dug his tongue into her but the girl wasn't very willing to take him in. Instead, Simione bit him. Hard. So hard that in a mont Hawk's lips bleed.
"Ahg," he pulled his lips away and tasted his own blood, eyes fixated at Simione. The anger in her eyes brought not anger, nor annoyance to him but rather a carnal urge. Seeing Simione so mad aroused him, and that even when she was refusing it, he ramd his mouth back to hers and let her taste his bleeding lips.
The second ti around, Simione unexpectedly let him in. However when he thought she had surrendered to him then, the girl instead took the lead that in the mont, they battled on who dominates the kiss.
Reviews
All reviews (0)