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 cheer definitely 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 make up 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 on 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 ni**les. 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 be 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 of 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.