Chasing Imperfection (Chasing 2)

“Oh Luce—I’m so sorry. This is all wrong. His mother and grandmother need to take a hike and never come back.”

She laughed through tears. “Don’t be daft—those two do not own trainers. I doubt they can hike in their Wellingtons.”

She groaned and she did it in a cute way. Sniffing, “where is everyone? You mentioned a party over the phone,” she asked as she took in the penthouse.

“It started last night but ended right around noon. This entire place was trashed with men and their groupies, Luce—it was a sight to see! It was a blast!”

“Well good thing one of us is having a good time. Blake is in the apartment waiting for you. The man doesn’t look happy—consider yourself forewarned.”

“I can’t face him right now Luce—or I will breakdown. I mean, why would he be angry? He took his ex fiancé out last night. From where I’m standing, he’s enjoying his bachelor status to the hilt.”

“You both are mad! You two cannot be in the same room without setting it ablaze. The always polished man has got it bad for you. Give him another chance—you certainly look like you’re about to give it to Kyle, why can’t Blake have a fair shot as well? After all—it is all is fair in love and war.”

“It isn’t that easy with Blake—he’s so complex—it scares the hell out of me. He hurt me more than Kyle ever did. That’s why it’s so hard but at the same time—when he touches me—I become undone. He has this power over me and it’s mystifying.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely! That man certainly was made with sex and oodles of majestic male dominance. Don’t get me wrong—I love my Toby to bits but I can admire one fine specimen if I see one. When he came out of your bedroom the other morning with those clingy boxer briefs and his scrumptious chiseled chest—I squealed like a school girl. And from what I heard from you two—the sex is bombastic.” I threw a pillow at her. “Seriously love—ponder it through. Do what makes you happy. Don’t get me wrong—I think Kyle loves you just as much as my dear Blake does—but you lighten up and blossom when Blake is with you.”

She stood up and stretched lazily. “I have to go. Thank you for seeing your muddled friend even if I called around midnight.”

“Now, you’re being silly Luce. I didn’t care much about the time. Do you want something to eat? Drink, perhaps?”

“I should go and get back to Toby. I want to enjoy my time with him before it ends. You’re coming back tomorrow right?” We got up and started to walk to where the elevator was located.

“Yes, I’ll be back in the morning. I have to be in class for two hours then I’m going to see Chad. Think about Toby Luce—you’re going to break his heart.” Her face paled.

“We shall see. Goodnight love,” she kissed both of my cheeks and hugged me fiercely. Letting me go, she gave me a little wave before stepping in the private lift.

Exhaling noisily as I let myself in the kitchen, plucked the phone out of its receiver and ordered a late dinner. I haven’t really had a proper meal since I was trashed last night and slept most of the afternoon. I ordered for two.

When the food arrived twenty minutes later, I set it up on the kitchen counter and took the liberty of opening a champagne bottle and chilled it in the iced silver bucket. I could’ve set this on the terrace but it is November and already chilly outside—especially when it’s almost two in the morning. The kitchen sufficed, it was cozy in here.

I strode barefoot to get Kyle. “Are you hungry? I ordered food.” He smiled as he looked up from his laptop.

“Yes, I am actually—go ahead and start—be there with you in a minute.”

“It better be a minute or less. A second more will put you in a ‘no kissing zone’ for the rest of the night.” He immediately closed his laptop and went to grab my waist.

“You sure know how to dictate to me. I love it when you get bossy, Sienna.”

Once in the kitchen, we ate with relish. We both had a hearty appetite after last night. We nibbled bits and pieces throughout the day but never a full meal. We were quite hungry. We shared a bottle each of the famed fizzy bubbles. My mind and body were in full-on chill mode.

“Things with Lucy turned out okay? She looked off for some reason.” No, she isn’t okay. The woman was about to sacrifice her happiness for the sake of Toby’s family. No, she definitely isn’t okay but she had her mind made up, sadly.

“Not really—but I can’t talk about it. It’s complicated.” My heart broke for those two. What an atrocious and abominable parents to have. My face contorted thinking of Toby’s parents and grandmother. They should be ashamed meddling in Toby’s life. The man is entitled to have a happy life and choose who he wants to be with.

“No worries. Oh, I spoke to Mom and Dad. They both said hi.” Pulling my barstool closer to him he kissed me mindless. After minute, I pulled away and drained my champagne flute.

His eyes consumed me greedily. He looked rapacious and forbidding. I lifted an arched brow, “yes?” I inquired.

He cocked his head and instantly had me on the island kitchen counter. His eyes turned molten. “You look really good in my shirt baby. I’m having a hard time resisting you.” He gushed as he took my lips. He planted himself in between my legs and pulled my hips against his own. The empty dishes were pushed aside. I moaned as he pinched my nipple through the shirt. “I want you so much,” he said in between kisses. I could feel his erection and I was tempted….so tempted to just say yes and forget about Blake.

He rapidly pulled his shirt off me and lavished my br**sts with undivided attention. Moaning and writhing on the cold marble kitchen counter I gripped his hair when he traced his hot tongue over my laced mound and nipped it. Holy shit! No, not yet.

“Not yet,” I muttered through gasping breaths.

He growled, “Fuck Sienna—I can’t wait anymore.” He picked me up and briskly found the bedroom and flung me to the sheets. Kyle looked like an ardent predator as he lingered over my naked body.

I was astounded and didn’t have a second to think or articulate a word when he executed his feral needs on my aching br**sts. I was thrashing and gasping when I felt his hand hastily take my lacy underwear off. His finger found my wet folds. “No,” I muttered in between gasps. Fuck, I can’t think!