THE GRAND PATRIARCH IS BACK

Chp 6 - Wrong Calculation

A calculative woman of great wiles. Sonia knew that she had miscalculated this time around.

What had she done to herself?

That bastard Jason had not only robbed her of her day, the day she had been preparing for a long time, but he had humiliated her as well. She knew how much she had worked.

Worked hard with everything she possessed. Her wiles. Her body. Her intelligence to get Matteo to finally propose to her and she had made him believe that it was his idea while she stood aside perfectly surprised that he loved her enough.

Of course, she knew he did not love her. She knew of his affairs after all just as she knew that he had been with a woman overnight. He came straight to the wedding venue from her place. Not only did the woman send Sonia the picture she took when Matteo was sleeping beside her; she recorded the video of when they were in action too.

The bitch!

She must have thought that Sonia would run off when she saw the clips and cancelled the wedding. The whore had calculated wrong. Sonia had come far to go back. She had been with Jason, enjoying his attention and love as he treated her better than most guys that would merely fuck her brains out and leave her for someone else in the end.

Jason was considerate and he loved her. Sonia loved him as well. As much as she could. He let her move in with him and he told her to stop working two jobs and schooling as she had been before they met.

How could she not love him when he made her life easier? For a while, she was even contented. Then Matteo had to make advances toward her.

Jason spoiled her that day as he had been so happy for getting the contract with the giant of the entertainment industry in California, Sundara. She had shopped to her heart’s content that day and steered him towards one of the most expensive restaurants in Dengal. The place where the who-is-who could be seen.

Sonia intended to be seen and she was glad that Jason had gone along with the plan. He did not bat his lash at the exorbitant bills on the menu. Sonia felt a tiny bit of guilt at how much the meal was costing him but she dismissed the guilt. She deserved to be pampered after all.

She was the most beautiful girl in her department and the one most guys wanted on their arms for a date. If she wanted an expensive dinner, it was only her right.

After they had finished their meal of Kusshi Oysters with butter, Sturgeon Caviar, spot Prawn with Asparagus with the choicest wine. They were having the dessert of salted butter Ice cream, well she was having it as Jason was not much for sweets. That was when Jason excused himself to use the restroom.

With her eyes on the firm backside that had few women turn around to see him leave, Sonia basked in the glow of being loved by such a man. Not only did he spoil her. As much as she felt she deserved of course but then she made do. He was great in bed as well and that was one of his great points for Sonia.

What good was a handsome man with that kind of lithe body who couldn’t fuck well? She counted herself lucky. She need not find another man to service her outside. Not when she had Jason.

She was wary of his recent talk about permanence though. Sonia loved him of course she did but she wanted more.

Just as if she had conjured him with the power of her mind. The more came into her line of vision almost immediately.

Matteo Fitzgerald.

She knew him. She was not a stalker, no. She only had every single magazine of him that came out. All forms of magazines in Dengal seemed to use him. Fashion magazine. Race cars magazine. Women magazine. Who wouldn’t want the kind of business using the young master of the Fitzgerald family could bring to them?

Hoarding these magazines was her little secret from Jason. The other one was that she had masturbated with his face in her mind’s eye. Not that he was that handsome. No, Jason had the advantage in that department. But the idea of having that much money at her disposal made Sonia wet. She wondered what it would feel like to be the young mistress of the Fitzgerald family.

When Jason hinted at permanence, she felt panic. But it was not the same when she thought of belonging to Matteo. Of course not, what else would a woman lack if she became a Fitzgerald?

Sonia was a clever woman who despise lack. Unlike her unambitious mother who remarried a man from the fucking no-where Arizona and moved with him to a goddamned ranch, Sonia had a lot of ambition and she was not about to let them go. Not when Matteo was still very single.

Her mother had given birth to a squalling red-faced baby. At fucking forty-five years. She sent the image to Sonia. As if she would risk her fair, delicate complexion in going to the county where they stayed.

Sonia’s blood boiled a bit as she saw a curvaceous brunette hanging on to Matteo’s arm but she adjusted her face into a very pleasing countenance. She was glad to see Matteo’s gaze on her when she glanced at him and she gave him a come-hither look before glancing away.

It worked.

He had sent the brunette away with one of his men in no time and he vane over to their table. Praying that Jason wouldn't get back in time, she played too hard to get but then he brought out the wads of hundred-dollar bills.

Sonia felt her muscles clenched as she tried to keep the disinterested look on her face while hoping he would just give him his number and the case before Jason got back. She was leaning toward him for him to tuck in the cash when Jason got back.

She had seen him first and quickly switched on her distressed look while cursing him inwardly for coming back early. Damn it. She had roughly calculated the wads of cash and estimated it to be at least a hundred thousand grand.

Her idiotic boyfriend had punched him in the face or was it the ear? Well, it didn't matter. What mattered most was that the cash flew towards her and magically found its way into her opened bag. Well, the show was worth it after all.

She could almost pat herself on the back for her performance when she remembered how she jumped up and cried to Jason of Matteo's pestering.

It was a pity that her protective boyfriend had ended up in jail. She was not sorry though about the aftermath.

She had found Matteo's whereabouts for weeks and finally met him at a strip club. He told her to show her sincerity if she wanted him to be lenient to Jason.

Being the supportive girlfriend that she was, what other choice did she have but to agree?

Not that she wanted to desert Jason, of course not. Was it her fault if she had simply forgotten to ask Matteo for his release when the latter was pampering her with things she had not thought she could have? Of course not. She was only a weak woman in the world of men after all.

She had made it happen. What millions of ladies had tried without much success. She, only she had made it happen.

After a lot of scheming and careful plans, she was going to be a Fitzgerald. But he had to ruin it all! She stalked from one end of the room to the other. Bent down to remove the heel she had customized for her.

Sonia flung the heels at the door. Fucking Jason had chosen today to come back from the prison to ruin her day!

She calmed herself and tried to put back her blond curled hair that threatened to slip from the chignon in place.

"Calm down, girl. You have to make the best use of this. Think of it. He must have brought you back here because he couldn't let you go"

Sonia nodded as the realization dawned on her. He still loved her! Of course, he loved her. He would be crazy not to. She was Sonia after all.

She had heard things about old love never dying or such bullshits! The only thing she missed from their day was the way he handled her in bed. Matteo was not so good.

If Jason still wanted her, who was she to say no? If she played her game well, she could still have the two. Jason as her lover. Matteo as her husband. Especially since she could see that Jason seemed to be more powerful than Fitzgerald now.

The dreaded Don had listened to him after all.

Sonia put her finger against her sensuous lips as a smile bloomed on her face "Yes, with the right persuasion she might even accept to be his. The right persuasion"

She looked around the spacious bedroom with its exexpensive-looking curtains, armoire, and king-size bed. She did not care much for the ambiance. What mattered was that it looked expensive.

Even though she had been kicking and screaming when she was brought upstairs when they arrived, the magnificence of the mansion did not escape her notice. 

Jason's?

She looked back at the bed. Yes, she just might make this work.

She tried to straighten her appearance. There was not much she could do for her gown but she patted her hair back into place and bit her lips to make them plumper.

Yes, she would be ready.

Her head jerked towards the door when she heard a sound.

The knob turned.