I made Blake miserable? I did, I knew too, which made it so much worse. I didn’t know how long I stood there, but when I went to go look for Blake, I saw him engaging in a avid conversation with her. I smiled through my tears, somehow seeing what Adriana pointed out—she was right.
I knew somewhere, security was watching me like a hawk because Gareth had a family emergency, I didn’t have any second choice but concede with the security detail. Seeking our driver, I directed him to the airstrip where Blake’s jet and pilots were waiting to take us back to Marbella. I made an excuse of not feeling well and that they should head back out to Madrid the second we landed in Marbella.
Blake’s people worked efficiently, and an hour later, we landed in Marbella, a chauffeured car awaited for my arrival. Thanking the pilots and both stewardesses, I strode towards the car, wanting to go back to the house and send out the paperwork needed by my conservator.
When I finally got to his villa, I darted out and raced towards his office. Signed and dated, I faxed the paperwork back before I took hold of the most expensive cognac in my hand and guzzled it like it was water.
Still in my designer silk gown, I gathered the ends of it, barefoot with the bottle of alcohol and my phone in the other, before I descended the stairs towards the beach.
The last time I was here, I was hopeful. Now, I stood here, with no hope at all. Tears flowed freely before I took gulps from the bottle.
The need to talk to someone was killing me. Folding, I tried calling Lucy but she was not picking up. I tried Chad’s phone, but it went straight to voicemail.
So, that left me with one person.
Smiling sadly, I was going to lose it if he didn’t pick up my call.
“Hey—Si. What’s up?” Kyle greeted me on the other end, sounding off.
Hearing his voice didn’t send any relief to my troubled mind. “Kyle…were still friends right? I can still call you and talk, right?” my voice shook as I asked him the questions.
Kyle knew me too well. He wouldn’t tell me to f**k off even if his guts were screaming for him to. “Of course. Why would you even question that? It’s a given.”
Maybe if I spilled, he’ll make them go away. Kyle used to make them go away. “I don’t feel all that great—I thought I was fine, but I was pretending.” I swallowed my tears, not wanting them free. “Someone wants me dead. The accident I told you about in LA were premeditated. I got more hints to scare me away.”
“Fuck! Is there any investigation going on? Shit, I’m sure Blake is doing everything in his power to catch them. Don’t worry.” Kyle conceded, convincing himself that Blake got it under control.
If only that was my real problem. “He is—but what if I just disappear? Wouldn’t that be for the best?”
Kyle became quiet in the other line. “Don’t. You. Dare. Pull anything stupid, Sienna. This is not like what happened with the Brown’s. Don’t even f**king go there.” He was now screaming into my ear, but I was numb from the alcohol.
I couldn’t feel anything, other than my heart, beating life, breathing death. “It sort of is. I’m a f**k-up. I’m f**ked in the head. The Brown’s did a good job in f**king me even though they’re not part of my life.”
Kyle was now perking up, knowing me too well. He was my best friend for years. I didn’t have to tell him anything. He just knew. “Sienna—where are you?”
His question registered in my mind as I looked around the darkened beach, the sky dark with angry looking clouds, indicating that rain was upon the horizon. Large boulders were close by, so I slowly strolled to it. “Somewhere dark…” I looked down at my toes, the soft wave caressed it, before I let go of my silk dress, letting it soak in the water. “I think I have had enough.” I choked out. “I miss dad.”
My dad would know how to make me feel better. I was drowning and there was no way to stop it.
“Sienna…please. You have people that care for you.” Kyle reasoned. “You have Blake that loves you more than anything.” He paused, choked up. “I love you, Si.”
“I love you too, Kyle.” Feeling the loss of him great, but losing Blake was much more profound. “I’ll speak to you soon, okay?”
“Sienna—no! Don’t hang up!” Kyle screeched, but I ended it anyway, before throwing it out in the sand.
I wanted to get drunk and float away…maybe if I die then things will be much better off for me.
The fresh sprinkle of rain was welcomed by my teary face, as I closed my eyes, feeling it kiss my face. It may be raining, but I felt the sun on me, drawing me towards it.
Rain. It reminded me so much of my childhood. My father used to tell me stories when it used to rain. I felt my father with me. Right now. Surrounding me with comfort, wrapping me with love.
My dreams had their purpose.
They were glimpses of my death.
Rain. Water. The vast sea ahead of me, awaited my arrival. So, I went out and basked into the rainstorm, wanting to wash away my
Twenty-one
Blake
“Knightly,” I distractedly said through my phone as Adriana kept on pushing the idea of twenty questions at me. True, I was drunk, but not so drunk as to pour secrets out to my assistant.
“It’s Kyle Matthews—”
I turned red-hot in a flash. Where in the bloody f**k did this cretin come off? “Leave. Us. Alone.”
“I second that!” Adriana chirped next to me.
My sharp, penetrating glance made her shut up.
“You’re with another woman? You f**king left Sienna for another woman?” Kyle was yelling into my ear. “Had I known I was leaving her to her death, I would have never left England! Tell me where the f**k she is and I’ll get someone else to help her!”
Help who? My drunken self registered before I stood up and strolled somewhere private. “You should’ve left us alone long ago! But you’re a bloody prick that needed to snake your way in and shag her!” The memories were flooding back to me; the betrayal now fresh in my mind.
“You’re such an arrogant, self-entitled, pompous ass**le! You should be thankful that she chose you or that I didn’t get her pregnant!” Kyle drilled into me, unleashing something dangerous. “Keep entertaining that woman you’re with. I’m coming to get Sienna. This time, I’m not letting you come near her again. I thought you would be good for her, but all you ever do is f**king play around. If something bad has happened to her, I’m going to hunt your ass down, Knightly! I swear to God, I’m going to kill you myself!”