When I followed her last night, I planned to confront her and to tell her to f**king get it together and leave. But none of that happened—the capricious Sienna emerged again and all hell broke loose. She looked like an evil enchantress when she widened her legs and touched herself. My hardened resolve disappeared instantly. She looked like a perfect sexual treat and ready to be devoured. I was spellbound.
I grunted as I remembered how she was last night. I bloody f**king hate her. She loves to toy with my emotions. Swinging back and forth like a bloody blasted yoyo with no consideration of the people involved. She always used sex, dangling it like a piece of heaven. Yes, sex with her felt like that and then some. It’s actually quite cruel really, but she needs to let me go.
This damn circus is over!
I will take immediate action to exterminate her from my thoughts—I want to look at her and feel nothing. If I have to marry Camilla to achieve it, then so be it. I’d rather have a well-oiled functioning life than this half-filled amorous fantasy I have in my head. I have an empire to run and I cannot risk failure. Not even for a beguiling, bewitching, beautiful woman wreaking havoc and causing mayhem in my orderly life….and utterly left me to shreds. She needed to be addressed and I did. Her wounded face almost stopped me from leaving her all alone in this very study last night, but it must be done—even if I once worshipped the very ground she walked on not so long ago.
I picked up my phone and dialed Camilla. She instantly picked up and sounded a little breathless. “Blake! What a lovely surprise. When I heard the ringing tone I allotted for you, I dashed right out of the shower.” She nervously laughed, “and oh, Happy Birthday! I got you a present but you have to come and get it once you get back to England.”
I smiled at her breathless tone. Camilla was still very taken with me. “Thank you, Cam. I definitely will. I will not allow you to begrudge me of my present.” She laughed huskily.
“Can I ask you something, Cam? You don’t have to answer it but I’m quite curious.” I raked a hand through my hair and grabbed a nearby pen and fiddled with it restlessly.
“Anything, you can ask me anything.”
I cleared my throat as my eyes burned the exact spot I took Sienna last night. It was just sex….that’s all she wants. With that, I shoved memories of her in the very back of my mind.
“I was wondering you see. I was pondering if you still loved me?”
“Blake—I do. You know I do. You’re the only man I have ever loved and the only man I have ever given myself to. When I made that promise, seven years ago, when we were barely eighteen—I meant every word.” She whispered, “I love you. I have loved you all my life and nothing’s changed.”
I waited a minute or two to gather my thoughts. Her answer did not come as a surprise but it still pleased me that she did, well at least someone does. I might not love her but I respected Cam. I’m quite positive that I will learn to love her later on during our marriage.
“I know this is untoward and quite drastic, but I was hoping if you would still be interested in continuing our marriage arrangement? You don’t have to give me an answer this instant—I need you to dwell upon it for a day or two. I will be back in town on Wednesday—you can tell me your answer then.”
“As you wish, Wednesday can’t come soon enough. I will be waiting for you,” she happily murmured. She tried to masked her happiness but failed miserably.
We spoke for another ten minutes before ending the call. Magdalena softly knocked and cheerfully wheeled in a pot of coffee and assorted pastries. “Gracías, Magdalena ¡Que tengas un buen día !” Have a good day.
The door opened and Chad sauntered in, he never tries to knock. “Anything I can help you with mate?” I walked over to the coffee and prepared myself a cup.
“Everyone’s planning to go to the beach, want to come with and grace us with your sexy body?” Chad asked.
I laughed. Chad is the only man who can get away with talking to me like this. He grew on me through the months and his audacious personality didn’t bother me.
“My ‘sexy body’ is on a hiatus my dear friend. Work awaits and simply cannot be ignored. I will join the festivities once you guys get back.”
He folded his arms and shrugged. “Whatever, you say boss. You better finish all the work before we get back. We’ll give you a few hours but nothing more. It’s your birthday weekend and you deserve a little fun in the sun too, Blakey poo.” With a quick wave, he left me in peace.
The study is the only place where I can find peace and quiet. The rest of the villa was an utter jungle of people ready to have fun and get drunk. I was about to open the terrace door to enjoy my coffee outside when another blasted knock interrupted me. Bloody f**k.
“Come in,” I hooted.
The door opened, a nervous looking Sienna strolled in. I was dumbstruck when she entered.
She was dressed in a long ethereal, white Grecian dress. She even did her hair like the ones you see in the movies. Chaotic, long wavy curls styled with succession adorned with a thin gold and silver threaded headband. The only thing that stood out was her eyes and soft glossed lips.
My eyes wandered from head to foot and back again. But her eyes held me in place. Her long lashes were thickly coated with mascara and her eyes rimmed with a gold liner. Those captivating gold/green eyes impaled me—but her sheer beauty made me lose the capacity to think. My c**k twitched in response at the stunning goddess before me.
Motherfanfuckingtastic!
She switched her footing and fidgeted with her hands. I stood mesmerized and waited for her to speak.
Sienna huffed out a heavy sigh and bit her lip. This ought to be interesting, I thought, noticing how unsure she was.
“I was thinking—if you wanted to collect—the proposition you offered a few weeks back—which I agreed to.” She stammered through her words.
Did she just say what I thought she said?
Could it be?
“I beg your pardon?”
“The five-day proposition—I’m offering it to you.”
Oh, damn it to hell. Was she serious? “Right, as tempting as that sounds, I’m afraid I have to decline that rather appealing offer. Thank you though. Is that all you wanted? I’m rather busy.”
I took a long sip of my coffee and expected her to leave but she had not. She was still rooted on the spot, looking a bit lost. “You’re declining? It was your idea in the first place! What’s changed? You weren’t declining last night!” The lost look turned into accusatory glare.