Chapter 141: SIENNA’S POV

Chapter 141: SIENNA’S POV
Blake dropped me off at my flat an hour ago. He needed to get ready to go out with Camilla. It wounded me that he’s going on a date but at the same time I know I don’t have a say in it. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.

I’m itching to go dance my frustration off but it didn’t feel right knowing Chad was in the hospital. He looked better today and was thankful that Blake will take care of his money woes. He literally broke down when Blake informed him that he will pay off his debts but in return he needs to recuperate in Marbella where both Toby and Blake can watch him.

I smiled thinking that Chad probably bawled his eyes out because he was in seventh heaven knowing he’ll be going on a top-notch vacation with two solid hot men looking over him. As much as I wanted to scratch Blake’s eyes out right now, I have to concede that he’s a good friend to Chad.

It would’ve been nice if I had Luce and Toby with me but they had to go to Toby’s parents’ house in Kensington for his mother’s birthday dinner bash. They invited me but I didn’t feel like mingling with British aristocrats. That would be a dour way to end my night.

I needed to distract myself before I hunted down every restaurant in London looking for Blake and his date for tonight. So, I settled for a quiet night in with a good movie. I’m on the couch enjoying a glass of red wine and baklava watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith, drooling over Brad Pitt’s sexiness when a loud knock interrupted me.

Ah, perfect! I thought sourly. Just when Brad and Angelina started getting it on in Colombia with the Mondo Bongo song playing in the background, someone interrupts me. Seriously!

I stomped to the front door and yanked it open. Kyle stood in the hallway with a twinkle in his eyes looking rugged with sexy stubble, distressed black leather jacket, black jeans and black Timbaland boots.

“You should check who it is first before opening the door, pretty lady.”

Crossing my arms on my chest, I huffed. “Geez, you came here to lecture me? I can’t believe you interrupted Angelina and Brad for this.” I turned around leaving him there with the door open.

I sat back down on the couch, grabbed the remote and pressed play. Dragging another sip of wine, I saw him sit next to me through my peripheral vision. He hastily took off his leather jacket and hung it on the arm of the couch.

“Busting out Brad and Angie, eh? What’s upsetting you?” It’s really annoying when someone knows you like the back of their hand. I used to cherish this fact because I never had to tell him about what I liked and what I didn’t like, he just knew. But tonight, he grated on my nerves.

“Nothing. Did you want something?” I asked not looking his way.

He snickered, “That’s a tricky question baby. I always want something from you.”

“Huh.”

“Come on let’s get you out of here. You look downright depressing on a Saturday night.”

No. I don’t feel like moving. I just want to sit here and finish my bottle of wine and pass out. But instead I mumbled “no thanks.”

“I’m surprised you’re all alone and your friends aren’t here or your ‘sex on a stick’ ex-boyfriend is not here hanging around.”

Great, I used that term once to describe Blake and now he won’t let it go.

“They’re out. Toby and Luce had to go attend his mom’s birthday party and Blake’s out on a date with his ex-fiancée.” I delivered the facts with utter nonchalance.

“Blake’s finally moving on from you….When will you do the same?”

What the fuck?

My lips wobbled, “I guess he is…he really is.” He was silent while he studied me.

“You slept with him didn’t you?” Damn you, Kyle. He reads me so well.

“Yes.”

“Right and now he’s out on a date with the woman he used to be engaged to. Why are you letting him step all over you Sienna? Is he worth it?”

“I don’t know, okay? It just happened,” I snapped at his judgmental tone.

“Okay—that was a little harsh. But I’m not going to allow you to sit here alone all evening. Put some shoes on, we’re heading out.” He stood up and held out his hand.

“And where are we going?” Feeling my spirits lift just a puny bit.

“I booked the penthouse suite at St. James for the after-party for TCC tonight. The party starts at eleven so that gives you two hours to get ready.”

“You never mentioned this.”

“I would’ve but you’ve been so out of it since Chad’s incident.”

I’ve been so negligent with working with Kyle. At least I didn’t slack off turning in my school work in time. I’m a wretched woman. “Sorry, I haven’t been in my tiptop shape working for you Kyle. I promise I’ll make it up though.”

Taking the wine glass off my hands he drank it all in one gulp. “Good, partying is a part of our line of work. Now get your butt in gear and start making up for lost time this very minute and get ready.”

Seeing the TCC boys would definitely cheer me up. They’re a crazy bunch but really fun to be around. “Whatever you say, boss.” I saluted him as I stood up from the couch, turned off the television and DVD player.

I piled my hair high and donned a nude body-hugging halter-top dress. I limited my makeup to tinted moisturizer, lip gloss, briskly lining my lower lash line with kohl and thick layers of mascara making my eyes even more noticeable. My eyes are my best feature I think. With my coloring, they simply stood out. I slipped on my teal colored ankle booties by Giuseppe Zanotti to complete my ensemble. Checking myself sideways in the mirror to inspect my bare back and finally smiled. I love dressing up. I’m such a hopeless slave to fashion.

“Hell no, you’re not wearing that. I can see your nipples. Are you trying to make me suffer all night? Be kind baby. I don’t think I deserve that kind of cruel torture.” He stood leaning against the door opening.

“Humor me. This dress is awesome and it goes perfectly with my shoes, so back off.” Kyle grunted and scratched his side stubble.

He only wore a black wife-beater underneath the leather jacket and he looks really smoking hot. When did the cute surfer boy turn into a spanking new man oozing with sex appeal? Since Blake happened. The two are polar opposites and yet both are quite good-looking—I admit that Blake is exceptionally the better looking one but still Kyle can hold his own.

I ran out of the breast tape but I can’t openly admit that to him. Some tidbits like this teeny secret shouldn’t be openly shared with men. Women have to keep a façade of looking polished and put-together without much effort. We go to extraordinary lengths to look pretty. I mean getting waxed down south is certainly not an enjoyable experience. But we do it to make it pretty neat and all in order down there. Wouldn’t it be ghastly when it’s all bush-whacked and a curly riot when you spread it open? I smiled thinking what would Blake think if I did that to him. His face would be priceless. Ooookay there…..that’s enough of Blake!

I checked my phone for messages for the umpteenth time with weighing disappointment before inserting it into my purse. No messages. I took a deep breath and headed out the door with a lively looking Kyle.

While in the cab, he was busy replying to emails and listening to his voicemails. Sigh, people in business…it doesn’t matter what industry—be it finance, music, hotels, art or whatever…they’re all married to their phones.

When Blake asked me earlier today if there was any chance of us getting back together, I honestly couldn’t answer him so I dodged it, with sex. I do want him with every fiber of my entire being but I can’t let myself. It was simply impossible to be with him when he’s surrounded with countless gorgeous women. Also my trust died and frittered away the moment he admitted the engagement he so cautiously concealed from me.

I mean look at him now—he’s out on a date with her for crying out loud! I bet the man has a battalion of floozies waiting and wanting his attention. Apart from the godlike dark handsome beauty, his wealth and prominent social stature combined are aphrodisiacs for most of his harem. Mix all three and it’s a corybantic dreamy concoction. He’s quite the dark lothario and a small part of me actually is glad that he and I aren’t together. Who can trust a Casanova? Well, I sadly did at one point.

We had sex last night and this morning. Now he’s out with Camilla. Who does that? Clearly, one that knew what he wanted, knew what he’s capable of and his worth. Did he ever really love me? Or was it because we had such a great combustible bedroom chemistry that he thought he loved me?

Go ask the damned man if you’re so curious, Sienna. I scolded my puzzling thoughts.

Am I really going through with the sexual pact I made with him this morning? Ugh, you did throw yourself at him. Or have you forgotten that you stripped naked and basically begged him to touch you?

I’m such an idiot. I’m drunk with wanting and lusting after Blake it’s vexing on my sanity especially after he threw that proposition during sexy time. He’s highly addictive and I thought then—why not indulge in a five-night all out sexual debauchery with him for the last time? Now I’m hesitant. How many last times are there going to be? One too many it seems.

There are only two outcomes if I do decide to go. First, I would feel relieved, happy and so over him that I would be ecstatic prancing back to jolly England. Or I’ll be hurt and fall even more guilelessly in love with the very man himself and his Trojan horse lovemaking antics. I’m a tad convinced that the latter option would be the logical conclusion of the licentious holiday. Tricky situation this is. Could I postpone it and have a rain check when my emotions are in order and not treacherous?

I groaned in misery.

Tonight, I promise I won’t think of Blake or thoughts of him together with “the very one” Camilla. I will not give him the power to hurt me, not anymore.

“We’re here! Come on Foxytrot!” I rolled my eyes at him. Since the boys from TCC started calling me foxy, he put my love of dancing and came up with the nickname. Foxy and foxtrot put together equals Foxytrot. Lame really, but he’s adorable for being a lame dork.

We were ushered in a private lift and when the doors opened, the party was just getting started. The penthouse occupied the entire floor with a private terrace and a big Jacuzzi sitting in the far right corner. “I had to make a special request for that to be brought in. I wanted the guys to have a blast. They’re picking up good momentum with fans and I need them to be happy before they start recording next week.”

“I don’t doubt they’ll have a blast.” The terrace had black outdoor rattan setting and the interior inside was contemporary chic. A lot of golden and neutral hues and dark furniture, the outcome was luxurious, posh and sophisticated without going for overkill.

“The band isn’t here yet—but as you can see some guests arrived already. They’re on their way and should be here soon. Let’s go put your purse somewhere safe.” He guided me through doors and stopped at the double doors. He pulled out a key and opened it. The room imitated the hues from the rest of the theme outside but the bathroom was all black marble tiles.

“This is a beautiful suite, Kyle. Are you sure it’s okay to leave my things here?” I asked and sat on the bed. So soft…gosh, I don’t want to leave the room and party. I’m so tempted to order room service and go through their movie selection.

“This room’s for me. The guys can take the rest of the rooms. Feel free to leave your belongings anywhere. This room is secured.” He strolled over to me and handed me a card key. “Here, just in case it gets crazy tonight and you can’t find me and you want to rest, puke or if you feel tired. I want you to be safe.”

“That’s very thoughtful but we have a problem. As you saw earlier, I’m not wearing a bra. Where do you suppose I put that? Tuck it in my underwear?” His eyes darkened and he cleared his throat.

“Gotcha—good point. Just hunt me down then in any case?”

“Suuure. You make it sound like there’s going to be an uproar. Dude, it’s just a party, calm down.”

He grinned, “You haven’t partied rock and roll style have you? You’ll see.” He took off his leather jacket and flung it on the nearest chair.

My stomach growled loudly. I laughed my embarrassment off. I seriously forgot to eat dinner.

“Did you have dinner?” I shook my head. “What the hell! I bet you’d skip it too if I didn’t come over and drag you out. Let’s go outside. The hotel staff has prepared food in the kitchen.” His angered tone helped sink my party mood.

Oh, boo!

I stuck a tongue at him and simmered some more. “Sienna—you shouldn’t skip meals. It doesn’t matter if you’re depressed because he’s out with another girl. You should always put your needs first.” It’s easier said than done, buster.

Upon entering the kitchen, the staff accommodated my famished state. Kyle ordered for them to place the food on the kitchen counter because the entire penthouse was starting to get packed. He didn’t want me to be distracted while eating and people floated around. They served different types of sandwiches, cheeses, fruits, selection of antipasti, mouth-watering cakes, and lastly cute embellished mini burgers. Yum, those posh burgers looked divine, I thought fervently as a friendly waitress named Molly placed a bottle of magnum Rosé Cristal, two champagne flutes and a pot of coffee beside me. I quirked my eyebrow and whispered to Kyle “You serve two thousand dollar champagne to all these people?”

He smiled. “Nah—I have a stack reserved for you and me. We’re serving them hard liquor and beer from what the band requested.”

The man can be uber sweet. “Geez a stack of champagne, do I look like an alcoholic?”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “No—you look deliciously perfect.” He picked up a sandwich, and held it to my mouth and I took a good bite. He literally fed me the entire time.

Sipping the glorious bubbles of the decadent champagne, I looked at him through my lashes. “Trying to score points tonight, aren’t we?”

“Hey, don’t judge—whatever helps.” I was about to reply when we heard loud booming noises coming outside the kitchen door. Loud music from The Cure played through the speakers. “They’re here. Let me go say hi really quick and I’ll be back.” Kyle gave me a quick kiss on the lips and left the kitchen.

“Your boyfriend loves you very much and he’s drop-dead handsome to boot,” Molly sighed dreamily.

“Yeah….Kyle does love me very much….” My voice trailed off. And I can’t help but stare at his arms. Damn him for walking around with a tight wife-beater on making him look like a smoking hot pistol. Thank goodness he left for a bit!

I don’t mind being left alone. I needed to savor these exquisite looking cakes. I took a forkful of the rich chocolate cake and moaned “Delish.”

Another mouthful and I died from the heavenly taste of the hazelnut mousse cake. I took a refreshing long sip of the bubbly and continued on my cake banquet.

“God, Sienna—do you have to make eating….so sexual?”

I darted him a dirty look. “Don’t get me wrong, you sounded hot as hell but I don’t think the waiters appreciated that,” I retorted to his biting comment.

“We don’t mind her making sexy sounds.” An entertained chap butted in and a few “yeahs” came behind me. In normal circumstances, I would’ve been mortified, but the happy bubbles worked their magic and I simply giggled. I’m feeling great and I want to revel in it for the time being. I took the champagne bottle and got up.

“Let’s go rock the party lover boy!” I strutted and called out over my shoulder to an amused Kyle.