Chasing Beautiful (Chasing 1)

The place was starting to get packed. I guess the band’s going to be on very soon. I checked my phone for the time and was surprised I got five missed calls from Blake. Call him back or ignore? Do I really want to spend the next few hours wondering?

Pressing the call button, the other end started to ring. The place was starting to get noisy, so I had to duck a little bit lower. I didn’t want to go outside since I’m technically working and I didn’t want to take advantage of the fact that Kyle wouldn’t probably mind if I did take the call outside.

“Sienna thank you for calling me back! I got worried when you haven’t been picking up my calls,” his relief was evident in his voice and my stomach got the usual flip-flop from hearing his voice.

“Yeah, um… do you mind if we talk later? It’s getting really noisy in here.” Of course, Kyle’s timing was perfect as he slid into the booth and glued himself next to me. “Who are you talking to baby?” he yelled against my ear—enough for Blake to hear in the other end. The violent growl I heard at the other end of the phone made me flinch.

Fuck-fuckity-fuck.

“Baby who’s that?” I gave Kyle a death stare. “I’m talking to Blake”

“Tell him I said hi. TCC will be on shortly, you should call him back later when we’re done,” shouting over the growing noise.

“Sienna—if you hang up—IT’S OVER!” he said with a snarl, but it cracked in the end.

Is he going to be this jealous? We’ve been fighting non-stop.

“Listen Blake—I’ll speak to you later, okay? The band’s about to start—bye.” I ended the call without hearing his reply—because I might just crack from the pain its causing me.

TCC started to set-up. Tuning and adjusting their instruments. The front-man introduced himself as ‘Will’ and thanked everyone for coming out tonight and started to play. After a couple of songs, my phone vibrated.

Message received from Blake Knightly, it said.

I opened the text and a picture downloaded. It was a picture of beautiful woman. She has ebony hair and arched dark brows, creamy skin, and striking blue eyes with a complimenting seductive smile. She pose had pure invitation directed to the person taking the picture—Blake. She had a red silk gown on that flaunted her boobs. The formal outdoor setting in the background suggested that they were at an event.

Who is this woman? Did she work for him? My hands shook violently as I read the message attached in the bottom. I guess we can both have fun tonight. How about it, Sienna? She already said yes. She’s always willing and eager to be serviced by the boss.

No. no. no. no. no. My head span. I felt sick.

I excused myself from Kyle who was giving his undivided attention to the band. He asked where I was going and I pointed at the restroom sign.

The bathroom was empty. I stood in the mirror for ten minutes just staring at my reflection. My mouth wobbled but I won’t and will not cry. That message tore me into pieces but I have the rest of the night to hold it together. If he wants to f**k another woman then I can’t stop him.

Good riddance over-indulgent playboy!

A hysterical laugh bubbled out of me. Funny, how it was just this morning he said he worshipped me in that damning card? I attached my hands on the sink, my head bowed. I chanted in my head.

Breathe. Clear your head. Focus.

Breathe. Clear your head. Focus.

Breathe. Clear your head. Focus.

After twenty minutes in the bathroom, I decided to go back to table before Kyle starts looking for me. When he saw me, he gave me a thumbs-up and I smiled at him. The first set ended and Kyle gestured that he’ll go meet them and bring them around the table.

I smiled at the platinum patron sitting on the table. Bless the man who knows my drinks! I poured myself a double shot and lovingly cringed when I sucked the lemon slice.

Work face, on.

Smile. They’re heading over.

Twenty-nine

The band consisted of five rowdy men. They introduced themselves as Spike, Roger, Brandon, AJ, and Will. Will immediately slid next to me and AJ on the other side and the rest filled in leaving Kyle sitting on the right end.

The guys were fun to be around with and in the span of five minutes we were all sharing jokes and laughing out loud. Everyone helped themselves with the drinks on the table. After Kyle noticed when they were settling in, he shifted the conversation to business. He broke down the benefits of signing with them and the advantages and opportunities M.A.T.T. Music can provide. The guys each had their own sets of questions and Kyle responded each one with great detailed information.

Kyle’s pretty amazing in action. I don’t know why it never occurred to me to follow him around when he worked back in LA.

“So Sienna where do you come in the picture?” Will suggestively asked.

“I’ll be helping with correspondence with your lawyers, managers, confirm bookings for gigs and shows…the usual lot.”

“I like that! I like knowing that we have you on the team,” he said winking at him.

Men and their constant play at flirting.

“Hey! We’re up for the second set in five.” AJ, with thick eye-liner on, announced to the group. They grumbled and slid off the booth.

“Save a dance for me later?” Will asked in a hushed tone.

“Sure” I murmured.

Will winked at me before he took over the microphone.

“Did he just wink at you?” Kyle’s disbelieving face made me laugh.

“I don’t advise mixing business with pleasure, Sienna.” Yes, sir!

“I won’t. No need to worry about that.”

My purse taunted me. But I’m not checking it in case there are more pictures waiting to be opened.

Poured myself a couple more shots before TCC ended their second-set. Everyone applauded and hollered at them. They were pretty great.

The music changed into upbeat dance music and people started to fill the tiny space that was the dance floor. Will came over immediately and we both agreed we’ll take a shot before dancing.

Dancing with him was lively and entertaining. I was having so much fun that we ended up dancing to three songs. When we got back at the table, the men agreed to sign but needed their manager to speak to Kyle about money. Kyle was ecstatic and promised to call their manager tomorrow morning and hopefully by Monday the contract will be drafted if all goes according to plan.

Business out of the way, everyone relaxed. Kyle both excused us with the reason of ‘work’ and needed to talk outside.

The fresh air was happily welcomed by my lungs. I’m tipsy and buzzing quite nicely, just what I needed.