The Grand Mistress

When their lips were about to meet, Hawk sighed in wonder as his hands reached Feather's thigh, just a few inches from her woman's glory.

"You're so flawless….you don't have a scar…" Hawk commented as he continued caressing Feather thighs which the girl took as a good sign. She thought that just a little bit more and she'll end up at his bed.

"Oh…I've been a ballerina for a long time, I always take care of my skin," Feather replied, biting her lips. She does find it sexy—Hawk hovering toward her caressing her thighs as if looking for something. 

"I don't have a scar anywhere," She replied proud but little did she know that his answer hit something in Hawk, making him confused a little.

"Your heart shaped scar?" He said as if asking a question, this time it was Feather who was confused on how weird his questions were. 

Immediately, Feather noticed that Hawk's expression was different, it wasn't like he was enticed to her, he was searching for something in between her thighs and legs. Does he remember some identity marks on that little orphan?

"Oh I might have a scar, but you know the ballet industry, we are meant to be flawless so I might have got it lasered when I was young," Feather rectified her previous statement. Shit! Did he take her explanation well?

Hawk dragged his eyes to Feather in an expression that couldn't be read and after searching through her eyes, he retreated from the shower area and left the nervous Feather. 

The girl, who was initially thinking of seducing him, got so pale white at what just happened. What was he looking at again? A heart shaped scar? How could she not know that? She didn't remember that orphan mentioned it before when she usually told her everything. That bitch!

Angered and worried, Feather hurriedly took her shower, afraid that if she didn't, it might raise another suspicion in Hawk. As she exited the bathroom, she saw the man lying on his back on his bed, sleeping so peacefully again. This time however, she didn't attempt to do anything and just left the room. 

"I should have been very careful," She whispered to herself. "The wedding is soon. I must not make any mistake until then,"

***

Simione and Gabriella were busy in the kitchen. The tres marias had been away from each other for quite sometime since Simione went to the mountains and Gabriella was taken by Primo. Hence that time, they thought of having a good dinner together. Gabriella then did some cooking, while Simione was helping her with the ingredients.

Soon, they both heard a loud knock on the door and because Gabriella's hands were full, Simione volunteered to open the door. She remembered Lucy saying she might be a little late so she wondered who it could be, perhaps the singer managed to come home earlier?

"Lucy you said you'll be late—"

Simione's eyes went big at what she saw by the door. She was stuck for a moment before she was able to bring her hands to her mouth.

"O-my-gosh-!-!-!-!-!-!" Simione couldn't hold her schock. "A-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

"Simione, what is it?" The worried Gabriella hurried through the door with her apron and the ladle she was then using, stirring the food she was cooking. However when she saw who was at the door, her expression turned hard.

"Close the door, we are not accepting visitors," She instructed Simione and went back to the kitchen, tempted to pull the sharp knives and throw at Primo who was looking so dashingly handsome at the door. 

Shit! How could he come here like that? So f*cking handsome! I hate him!

Simione, who just recently heard Gabriella's instructions, got intrigued immediately. Why did Gabbriella seem so mad at their visitor? Doesn't she recognize him? He is the famous El Tigre!

"Ahmmmm sir, are you lost or something?" Simione blabbered stupidly. Primo's presence right there got her so shocked she somehow didn't know what to do. Does even Primo know she was his employee? Guess not!

"No I'm here for Gabbriella," he replied stone faced. Gabriella's open rejection did hit something in his spine as his hopeful effort in bringing her home tonight got shut down immediately.  "Can I come in?"

"You're here for Gabbriella?" Simione blinked a couple of times about what he just said. Did he just say he was here for the Monteria heiress who just snubbed him seconds ago.

"Yes, I already told Lucy I'm going to pick her," Primo answered. He did talk to Lucy but she disagreed on intervening with him and Gabriella and just said the girl has her own free will. Well, that means the singer won't intervene too if he comes here and beg for his lover to come home right?

"Ah…uhmm..uhmm…" Simione was confused not knowing what to do. Would he let Primo in or would he throw him out? It was obvious Gabriella didn't want to see him? Besides, what does he want in Lucy's house? Should she perhaps ring Lucy informing him of Primo wanting to check her house? Is he perhaps launching an investigation and Lucy's name was dragged into it. 

Oh noh!

Wait…but he did say he told Lucy he was going to pick Gabriella. Was he taking Gabriella for some cross examination or anything related to an investigation.

So…wait…what?

"What's happening?" Simione held onto her chest not able to grasp the situation. She was smart at connecting dots but Primo and Gabriella were so hard to connect. She looked at Primo helplessly in one moment and in another second, she could hear Gabriella's temper in the kitchen.

Primo saw Simione's confused estate and understood that maybe he needed some introduction. It does look like Gabriella has not told her friend yet about him because she looked totally lost.

"I'm Primo Umbresio…"

"I'm very aware of that sir…." Simione assured him.

"I'm Gabriella's boyfriend…"

"Ah okay…I see now…" Simione seemed to have taken it lightly but when it hit her brain, she almost fell on her feet. "Grabriella's whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"