I barely survived when she left the last time. I can’t go there again.
Steeling my resolve, “Yes, it is—it was—I’m with Brooke— she didn’t even let me before she started yelling.
“That’s f**king convenient! You had sex with me without a second thought to your girlfriend and now…. after you got what you wanted, you’re in a relationship again?!” Her voice screeching.
Sienna was beside herself.
Man, she looks even hotter when she’s furious.
I wanted to take her again, against the wall. I’m going crazy.
I just want to reach out and kiss those pouty swollen lips of hers senseless, for the last time. Just a little taste of her once more, before walking away.
I hate feeling like this.
This uncontrollable passion I have with her. I feel powerless against it.
I have to get out of here—fast—before I start kissing her and f**king up more.
Leave, now!
I had to calm myself before responding to her accusing tone. “I didn’t use you. I asked you if it was okay before things got way too heated—and you told me it was fine!” I countered.
I badly wanted to leave, but I hate seeing her upset and I can’t certainly leave without looking any more of an ass**le after having a mind blowing session in bed.
I wanted to be friends with her, but it was impossible for me.
That’s asking too much of myself.
But I don’t want any hard feelings either, “Hey…we’ll talk this over when we’re sober and calmed down. I’ll come see you in a couple of days. How about we—” she held her hands in exasperation.
“You know what?! This was a stupid mistake! I thought for a second there—that—that you might feel something….or it meant that you still….you know what? It doesn’t matter what I think! Let’s forget this ever happened, k?—Please, just don’t try contact me because I don’t want to see or hear you ever again!” She said with finality and walked out the door.
Out of my life.
Again.
Hell, Sienna!!!
Eight
London, present
“Sorry about that. I had to step out a bit to finish a business call. I didn’t leave you too long, did I?” concerned look on his face now as he waited for me to respond to his question.
“No, it’s fine. Stop worrying Blake,” I smiled at him. “Did anyone tell you that you that you’re such a worrywart sometimes?”
Sipping his coffee as he gazed at me, “Yes, you often told me enough”.
“It’s true—you’ve got to channel stress into something productive—like boxing, perhaps?” teasing him.
“Sure, as long as you join me, then we can kick-ass together,” he jested back.
Uh, not a good idea! I might just get turned on watching him—sweaty and full of angst.
“No, thanks I’m good with my dancing to let out frustration,” giving him a smug look.
“Anyhow, what the hell happened between you and Camille?” using my casual tone. I was curious. I’m always curious when it comes to his girlfriends, sometimes his forthcoming with the dirt, but sometimes he’s just tight-lipped.
Twirling his coffee cup, studying it with great concentration before he spoke, “As I said before, she wanted to move in with me. She was getting demanding—jealous and paranoid. It was nothing permanent and she knew it, still she pushed. So, I had no choice but to let her go”
“I really believed you guys would’ve lasted longer than two months. Together, you guys looked perfect. Are you okay, though?—I know for a fact that break-ups are nasty and never easy,” I continued on when I didn’t get a reply.
“So, she was jealous, huh? Were you entertaining and catering to other girlfriends, Blake? Ay-yay-yay,” Giving him a ‘your-such a naughty-boy’ look.
His throaty laugh filled the air. “Oh, Sienna—sometimes you’re just too adorable. And to answer your question—no I wasn’t getting my groove on and screwing other women. Honestly, she was jealous of my relationship with you. She thought we spent a lot of time together—she thought I was crazy about you. I assured her that we we’re friends, nothing else—and the mere fact that you were with Kyle, didn’t convince her troubled mind. Cam was convinced that once Kyle was out of the equation—I would step in and have you all to myself,” leaning back still playing with his coffee cup. His eyes were steady and pensive—covert, studying my reaction.
I laughed—hard—and almost ran out of air. That was the funniest story I’ve heard today, I thought.
Was Camille high on drugs? Has she looked in the mirror lately? She’s stunning. Where does she cook up ideas like that? Blake doesn’t go for women like me. If he wanted to, he had a lot of chances for the last eight months, but he never did try anything—anything to imply that he was interested, at all. So, she was being silly over nothing.
“Finding my story funny, Sienna?” still watching me intently, voice steady and calm.
He can be so intense, sometimes. It makes my heart skitter.
“Yes, I mean, come on! That was stupid! Why would she be jealous of me? Look at her—and look at me—she’s like the epitome of perfection. And the idea of us?—we’ll never work. I mean we like the same things, but we’re different. You’re like mega rich and soon you’ll be running the world, no doubt, with just a bat of your eyelash and I’ll be, you know, the same. Normal,” my voice got small in the end, biting my bottom lip until all the blood drained.
The idea of Blake—us—bothered me, we’re worlds apart, everyone can see that.
He was still and unmoving, lips on a straight line, pensive. What’s he thinking now?
He didn’t have the chance to reply.
Our food arrived; we fell silent as we worked on our plates, lost in thought. The food was excellent and I was happy to oblige my grumbling stomach.
“Mmmmm, this is divine,” as I was biting on a piece of bacon and savoring every taste that was coming apart in my tongue as I closed my eyes.
“Certainly, looks like it” locking his eyes on me and he took a bite of his toast.
Shrugging, I set aside my dish after I practically devoured it with pure gusto, I worked on my coffee.
After what seemed like five minutes, “ready?” he asks, as he was leaving hundred pounds on the table.
“Not really, guess I have to see what’s in store now, don’t I?” getting up and pretending to be petulant.