Chasing Imperfection (Chasing 2)

“That was a quite speech, Blake,” Lucy began. “How in the bloody hell did Sienna manage to leave such a man? But to answer your plea—at this point, I cannot cross that particular bridge yet. He needs to sort through this exceptional circumstance he and his family are in. I’d rather not be in a middle of a family feud—even if the man included in the equation is Toby Watson.”

I do understand her stance and I respect that. A woman who doesn’t want to sway or intrude in a family’s affairs is someone to be respected, even if the consequence is losing the man you love.

“I gathered a lot of the heated exchange you and your beloved spat about. You love her to distraction and yet…she keeps slipping off your manly fingers. What could a powerful man do?” She quirked a brow at me.

“A man—powerful or not—cannot simply do anything about it. One should pay heed to what a noble man should do—quietly walk away.” I poured a glass of the rich burgundy wine that was being ignored for quite some time now.

I feel rather celebratory tonight. Apart from my failings in the romantic department, everything else in my life is succeeding. That is something to be applauded and commemorate.

“I guess a man of your stature and looks shan’t worry much. Flocks of women are always easily acquired without even lifting a finger,” Lucy said. “But I am not a soddy fool—you still love her. I see your blasted handsome face contort with agony each time I mention her name. You better take on a new mask, love because this one simply doesn’t work.”

My face split in a huge grin. The woman has a shrewd eye.

“I can’t force her Luce—and even if I still do, what does it matter? I do and do not want her. Her sexual stint with Kyle did not bide with me well.”

She puffed and folded her arms. “Only a chauvinistic man would say such thing. Do you not recall that you shagged two different women on the same day, Blake? Because I certainly do. It was quite epic really and I didn’t even dare judge your character then. So what if Sienna did it—what? A day or two after? You dare crucify her for it?

“Even if her intentions were not to go through with it, given the circumstances of her being surrounded with rock stars and alcohol—do you not think Kyle would resist having that chance to be with her? He’s in love with her too. If the roles were reversed, you would’ve done the very same thing. So, put aside your bigotry where I can’t see it.”

She was starting to get heated but even if I argued my case, she would not have agreed with it. Instead, I applauded her performance with a standing ovation and a good chuckle.

“Oh heavens do shut up with your stupid laugh!” Lucy exclaimed.

For the rest of the flight, we enjoyed good laughs. It was rather refreshing to spend time with Luce again without her glaring or throwing daggers at me for a change.

Her somber state resurfaced once the pilot announced our landing. This weekend is going to be rather interesting.

19

Sienna

A week later…

My hands were shaking from what I had just done. But I couldn’t stomach it anymore. Watching him openly flirt with two women drove me mad and I acted out of instinct. When I found him with that arrogant smirk on his face, it angered me like no other. I didn’t even think twice but just went over to him and dumped my drink contents in his lap, to the surprise of all three of my gaping audience. The women threw horrifying shrieks but what stilled me was the look on Blake’s face.

The storm was coming and I scampered for a place to hide. I ran back inside the villa. I was afraid of that look he had. It was different—he didn’t even look at me like that when I told him I slept with Kyle. That’s what scaring me….I certainly pressed the wrong button this time.

This is his twenty-fifth birthday! He was going to be beyond outraged!

I couldn’t go straight upstairs to my bedroom because that’s where he’d start looking first. I pushed the heavy double doors of his study and walked over to where a small bar was located. I needed to calm my nerves. I poured half a glass of cognac and downed it in one gulp.

“Have you had enough fun for one night, Sienna?” his voice totally caught me off guard. I jumped and the glass I held in my hand slipped and fell on the carpeted floor with a thud.

Fuck! I didn’t hear the door opening.

My heart was lurching out of my chest. He trod lightly and I knew he was close behind me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe. My exposed back tingled and the hair on my nape stood out as I felt him so near, only a hairsbreadth away.

My body was on high alert and I almost fainted when his hot breath touched my sensitive ear. “Why were you jealous? Can’t stand seeing me want another woman or women for that matter?” My breathing hitched.

His hateful voice made me shiver, goose bumps spread all over my body. “I didn’t know what came over me—” I wanted to apologize, but he knew my apologies were empty.

“Yes, you do. Need you spout more lies? We both know what it is you want. You’re always libidinous and carnal when I’m around. You threw hysterics because you felt threatened when you saw me cavorting with those two women. You decided to sabotage any chance of a celebratory threesome shag because…you wanted me for yourself.” Hot, heavy breath tickled my ear. I clamped my legs tighter when I felt a shot of wetness seep out of my over excited mound.

I shook my head in denial. “That’s not true. Stop it…. with this sexual trip Blake—”

He barked an evil laugh.

I was immobilized when I felt the back of his finger caress my exposed back, up and down in smooth….slow strokes. I shuddered from his hot touch.

I swallowed, and lick my lips.

Shit. Fuck. Shit!!!!

“Look at you—you’re already wanton and shamelessly aroused and I’ve barely even touched you. Are you sure you don’t want me to f**k you, baby? Your cunt is calling for me and I ache to remedy it. Do you want my c**k to soothe your ruffled feathers, baby?” Blake’s condescending tone didn’t go unnoticed.

Baby. He never calls me baby. It was either poppet, my sweet, my love or cara mia but never baby. He knew Kyle called me “baby” and he’s using it to hurt me somehow—to hurt me for sleeping with Kyle.

If I was a meek woman, I would’ve succumbed to his spiteful spew and begged the lovely man to have me. After all, I did want him like crazy. The throbbing need of my body was obvious. But I am not a meek woman—I am stubborn and difficult.