I almost choked on my saliva.
No, thank you. Keep your money, it wasn’t the issue. I just wanted to see if I can explore more and get to meet new people. I only have school and I hate being idle.
Luce mentioned once a few months ago how Blake would give hefty allowances to his women. It didn’t matter if they dated a week or a month, he spoiled them rotten. Apart from his god-like handsomeness, he’s like the roman god Plutus incarnate. Squandering his wealth and lavishing his over-eager strumpets, ready and willing for him. He says jump and they respond, how high?
I’m not bitter, much.
Honestly, I can’t recall how many women he dated since I’ve met him. There were countless of them. It’s dangerous when I think about it. A speck of doubt is a speck of venom that will surely poison our budding relationship. We’re still building our trust with each other as lovers. My mind cannot wander about in unchartered territory of doubts.
With Kyle, I’ve encountered many instances where women hit on him constantly or ‘friends’ that will try to seduce him while I’m not paying attention. It was aggravating to say the least. But with Blake, it’s like comparing a gigantic lake to an ocean. Overwhelming doesn’t even cover it.
So, what’s a woman to do? I simply push it aside and distract myself with dancing or a handful of French and Italian pastries. Viola! It works like a charm.
Sorry, meeting just started. Which company will you work for? When do you start? My stomach did a somersault. Should I tell him the truth or skirt around it? He’ll eventually find out. It’s better to break it now than later.
I start tomorrow. I’m an assistant for M.A.T.T. Music. It’s off my major, but such a good opportunity to pass. I’m pretty psyched about it!
I hit send before I changed my mind.
My phone vibrated immediately. Whoa, that was fast. Wasn’t he in a meeting?
Isn’t that Kyle’s company? You’ll be working for him? Rubbish. Tell him you’re going to quit. I’ll get you a job somewhere suitable.
He’s not serious? Screw you. He could shove his demands somewhere else. I’m not budging.
Don’t dictate my life! My mind is capable for making rational decisions. If you’re not happy about it, well too bad—deal with it.
If he’s going to think I’ll be complacent like his previous women, then he can think again! I shoved my phone back in my purse, infuriated with his attitude. I’d rather get back to studying Botticelli paintings than deal with His Royal Highness.
My phone vibrated again, but I ignored it.
Let him simmer and fester. He deserved it.
Twenty-five
Blake
It’s been a hectic day full of meetings, video calls and now, it seems it’s going to get even better. Amelia Mendez was in the middle of her presentation when my blackberry vibrated. Everyone noticed, but I didn’t give a damn. My mood wasn’t to be messed with or they’ll end up getting fired. Amelia smiled and proceeded. She’s been giving me a lot of blatant come hither looks. She’s certainly beautiful, but I’ve been subtly declining her advances.
I’ve turned them all down since Sienna became mine.
Don’t dictate my life! My mind is capable for making rational decisions. If you’re not happy about it, too bad. Christ! This woman’s impossible! How can she think that working with Kyle would be alright with me?
I made my feelings quite perfectly clear concerning with that cretin. I’m being rational. I can get you a job anywhere, name it. Kyle has motives. I just want you to be safe, is all. I miss you, poppet.
I placed my phone back in my pocket and waited for her reply. Ten minutes passed and she still hasn’t. She was obviously ticked off. I’ll give her time to calm down.
It was evident to anyone with sight that he wants her back. But his loss was my gain. I’m not feebleminded as he. He didn’t realize how special Sienna was. But I did. I’ve waited gallantly for almost nine months. I’m not going to let him snatch her away. Hell. The. Fuck. No.
That first night I saw her at Toby’s party, I was bewitched.
She wasn’t the type of woman I’m usually attracted to—but, Christ, any man would be blind not to be capsized by the exotically golden/green-eyed beauty and her lush curves—especially that toned succulent ass of hers. Her body’s just perfect—long wavy mane, c-cups, small waist, and a nice rounded pert bottom. She’s the kind that could make a man groan as she passed by. She’s lethal to all hot-blooded male in the vicinity.
But the shocking realization after I was introduced to her was that she’s not superficial and in fact, quite a sincere person. She was a breath of fresh air with enough sass, wit, and sweetness molded with her goddess beauty.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
When Toby saw where my eyes wandered, he warned me to back off. He mentioned that she was in a very committed relationship with her childhood sweetheart and no chance in hell of breaking up. They were in love and will marry someday.
I retreated, how can a man compete with that? Love was anathema to me. I’ve seen my parents in love but never have I experienced it with another woman.
Yet, I couldn’t stay away from her. I was drawn hook, line, and sinker. So, I settled for her friendship. Our friendship flourished and it made me want her more.
We had a lot in common and she was fun to be around—but I had to keep my desires buried when she’s near, I quietly lusted from afar. For months, I practiced the art of restraint and placed a harness on my feelings. When she broke the new that Kyle cheated and started to see someone else, I was triumphant and my mind was set to have her.
My plan faltered when she decided to go see him after what he’d done, I let her be. If closure was what she needed, then closure she’ll have. Had I known what that visit resulted to—I wouldn’t have let her go.
When Lucy casually mentioned that Sienna’s back early, how distraught she was and why she was distraught, furious didn’t amount to what I felt then.
The impulse to see her was imminent and I made a dash to my flat to get her spare key. I let myself in the apartment ready to confront and berate her. But when I opened her bedroom door and saw her sleeping so soundly, all thoughts vanished.
It pained me that she slept with him, but it didn’t change the fact that I still wanted her—more than ever. I had to tread carefully when pursuing her. But all my good intentions of taking it slow vanished when she taunted me in the car, when she spoke in Spanish. I knew the language fluently, but when purred in Spanish, I was flabbergasted. I wanted to f**k her badly right then—but I did as she asked—to wait.