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Chasing Beautiful (Chasing #1) Page 43
Author: Pamela Ann

Kyle pulled me to the other side of the building with less people chatting and hanging about. “You okay baby?” caressing my cheek softly. “Yep, I’m stupendous!” pulling my body closer to him. His warmth feels comforting.

You’ve really lost your marbles.

I closed my eyes, feeling the hot coursing effect of the alcohol in my body.

Blake. Blake. Blake.

My mind was fighting the images of Blake flashing in my head.

Kyle captured my mouth softly. His kiss was gentle and not fevered or demanding like Blake’s. I sighed softly as Kyle’s smell penetrated my nostrils. It reminded me of high school, the beach, and yesteryears.

He closed in on me and placed my back on the wall. He cupped my breast and squeezed it—that instantly made me snap my eyes open.

Don’t do this to yourself. Walk away before it gets messier.

Think. Brain. Think.

I placed a hand on Kyle’s chest, “I can’t do this with you right now. I’m sorry. We’ll talk about it soon, but not tonight.”

“Does it have anything to do with Blake?” grinding his teeth so loudly, it made me cringe.

“Possibly. I’ll call you okay? I’m going to go home. I don’t feel too good.”

Kissing him on the cheek, he pulled me and gave me a tight hug and told me again how much he loved me. He wanted to get me a cab, but I convinced him I needed a minute or two to clear my head. He finally agreed and went back inside where TCC was waiting for him to party with them.

Leaning against the building, I closed my eyes.

How about I just go home and wallow? Maybe I can drink myself to sleep—then I wouldn’t have to think at all.

“Sienna—is that you? It is you—what’s wrong? Did that man do something to get you upset?” my eyes flickered to life looking who owned that voice, it didn’t sound familiar to me.

“It’s Troy from Chad’s photo shoot Thursday?” Oh, yeah.

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here!—and no that man didn’t get me upset! Just so much going on with life, that’s all,” I looked down and studied my black lacquered finger nails.

“Let’s get you some good food then you can spill your problems, deal?” Boy that made me smile, “you’re crazy! Go back to your friends Troy.”

“I’m not leaving you when you’re sad. Let’s walk to the place. It’s only a couple of blocks and you can make a decision then if you want to go in or not, how’s that sound?”

“Okay deal” He doesn’t even know me and yet he’s willing to listen to my problems? That’s odd—and unexpectedly very sweet of him.

We were both consumed with our own thoughts as we walked. He stopped outside a pub, hands in his pockets, “what’s it going to be, Sienna?

“What the hell. I don’t want go home this early anyway”

We ordered hamburger sliders, fish and chips, beer for him and margarita for me. I didn’t realize how hungry I was after the food was set on the table. We talked, ate a bit, drank some, and talked some more.

I learned that he’s recently divorced—six months ago. His wife cheated and he caught them in action in their marital home. He’s probably still hurting too. Being cheated on can be traumatizing and not to mention the big dent on your ego and self-esteem.

Since he spilled his own secrets, I spilled mine. I gave him the cut-out edition of Kyle cheating, Blake sweeping in, Kyle moving, Blake going ballistic and the beat goes on.

“Do what makes you happy Sienna. No one knows what that is except you.”

“I know.” I smiled, nudging him lightly on the arm.

Before I knew it, the time was hitting half past one. He insisted to take me home since I drank three more margaritas.

We took a cab back to my flat, he asked for the driver to wait for a few minutes. He insisted that he see me to my apartment door not the building entrance. We rode the elevator silently and checked him out for the first time tonight. He was wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He was very good-looking, why did his wife had to screw around? He’s one of the good guys.

Stepping out the elevator, we stopped outside my door as I fished for my keys. “Thank you for tonight. You really made my night. When you’re feeling down and out, I’ll take you out for beer, fish and chips, and sliders to make you feel better.” He chuckled softly.

I slid the key and opened the door ajar. He handed me his phone.

“Program your digits—in case I’d take you up on that offer” I stifled a laugh as I punched my information in. I put my name down as ‘Sexiness is Sienna’ and we both laughed when he saw what I did.

He kissed my cheek softly and left.

Thirty

My throat was dry and I’m parched, the wonderful effects of alcohol. Oh heck! It’s dark and I’m too drunk to flick the switch.

Water. I need water.

I waded to the kitchen and poured myself a tall glass of water. My phone vibrated.

Oh, hell.

I went to flick the light switch in the kitchen as I located my phone.

Kyle.

“Hello?”

“Did you get home safe? Why did it take you this long to pick up?”

Honestly, I’m not in the mood to explain anything. “Sorry to make you worry buster, but I just got home.”

“What, just right now? Where the heck have you been?”

“Out with a friend—listen, I’ll call you tomorrow. Sleep. Going to sleep now. Peace.” I mumbled.

Who explains when you’re drunk, anyway? Hangover’s going to be a bee-otch tomorrow.

I swallowed the rest of my water and slammed the glass down on the counter.

“Having the time of your life?” a deep voice came out somewhere in the darkened section of the living room I jumped shrieking. Blake came out of the darkened room.

Oh, for the love of God! Did he have to come here wearing his tux? He looked like what dreams were made of…and that woman probably enjoyed him quite thoroughly too. The thought made me want to puke.

“For crying out loud, what is it with you brooding and scaring people about their wits? How long have you been waiting?”

“I’ve been here for about three hours waiting for you to get home. Who was the man outside the door? He’s British certainly—not Matthews,” Says the observant man.

Where does he get the nerve to just barge in here after what he put me through tonight?

“None of your business” I said dead-panned and turned to flee wanting the security of my room. He yanked my arm and cornered me on the kitchen counter. Oh my, he smells extra delicious tonight. My drunken body’s already betraying me.

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