Chasing Paradise (Chasing 3)

I suppose this could be an apology. “I’m not breaking up with you, even if you drive me mental most days.” I glanced at her. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me and eat this pizza?” I asked, opening the box.

She did get me a cheese pizza, but it had black olives, spelling “I’m sorry.”

Sienna sure knew how to make me feel good again. I just wanted to kiss her senseless, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy for her. “Getting creative with your apologies, Sienna? A simple ‘I’m sorry’ would’ve done it.” I patted the space next to me. “Come sit. We need to talk.

“You do understand that we need to work on talking to each other properly, right? As friends, things were fairly easy for us. I know the transition from friends to lovers is a tad difficult, but I’m still the same man. The only difference is that I’m open about how much I love you and how much I want to marry your stubborn arse.”

“I was only teasing about being curious about one-night stands. You take everything I say literally. You need to let loose a bit and have fun. You’re too possessive and jealous most of the time. I get that because, I’m the same with you, but you have to know that when it comes to sex and anything related to him—even with my limited experience—I know when I hit the jackpot with you when it comes to that department.” She curled her hair behind her ear.

I didn’t even let her breathe another word. I pushed her down on the sofa and bit into her lips, yanked her thong aside and stuck a middle finger inside her. “Jackpot.”

We spent half of the afternoon on that couch. Let’s just say that she panted out her “I’m sorry” until she could no longer comprehend to utter another damn word.

Sienna and I communicated through our lovemaking. We both were passionate people. So when we came together, that passion ignited into something larger than life. It’s the perfervid, subliminal, exhilarating ride of your life. When that strong emotion turned into hatred, it was the most crippling, toxic kind of emotion that never lets you off, until you find your way home. Back in her arms, I could only seek refuge, love, calmness and serenity. In her arms, I could only feel the hate, loathing and wrath. Both are the opposites of each other, just like Sienna and I. She was the only person that could make me feel the extremes of emotions, like I do for her.

You become intertwined with this person. You live for this person. You become whole with this person. Once our souls bonded, we were mated for life.

Staring at her peaceful face, I kissed her hand again. “Come back to me, Sienna. It’s lonely without you.” My head pounded as I clutched her hand with mine before I fell asleep on it, smelling her skin.

Twenty-nine

Sienna

The first thing I registered was the throbbing pain from something being pulled out of my skin. The second, was the smell surrounding me, it was familiar. The third was the odd feeling of being moved. I could feel the sheets moving away from my body, leaving a soft brush against my legs before I felt the cold floor on my feet. I think I even heard myself groan from the sudden contact, but I wasn’t so sure because my mind was still muddled and the heavy feeling of my lids made it difficult for me to open them.

Then I felt something cold and sturdy, what I’m only guessing was a wheelchair because my feet were being placed on those odd foot pedals.

“Sienna?” I could hear Blake. He sounded like he just woke up. Were we at home? Why couldn’t I wake up?

“Don’t move or I’ll blow her brains out,” a woman’s voice threatened Blake.

British. Posh. Familiar. My mind was whirring with all the words until it finally came into place. It was the woman who pushed me down the stairs. Then the accident this afternoon came back into my mind, reminding me that I was more likely in the hospital, heavily medicated. Fuck!

“Camilla, put that down!” Blake sounded alarmed.

When I felt the cool metal on the side on my head, I understood perfectly. She came here to finish what she couldn’t accomplish earlier.

“The only thing going down is this woman, six feet under,” Camilla spat out, pushing the metal against my skin, hard, making me bob my head to the side.

“Don’t do this, Camilla. Let Sienna go. I’ll give you anything you want.” Blake was in his serious, business mode.

I was sure he was calculating in his head already. If Camilla had a gun, there was no way I was getting out of here alive.

“Marry me like how it was supposed to be to begin with.” Camilla’s voice shook.

“I’m engaged! I know your father wants to acquire more wealth. I can offer you that, as long as you follow my instructions and not hurt anyone.” Blake was calm, voice in control.

I tried to will my eyes to open, but it was too heavy. Surprisingly, I could move my fingers, but not my hands. What the hell! I wanted to scream, but instead I heard myself make a muffled groan.

“I could care less about any of that. I want marriage. That’s what’s open for negotiation.” The metal brushed my cheek before she stuck it underneath my chin. “Or she dies.” She made a weird laugh like groan. “In case you’re doubting my ability to pull the trigger, I already killed one doctor. He’s stuck out in the morgue, so it will take awhile for them to know that he’s missing, since you know, his face got blown off.”

“All right, I’ll marry you, if you let her go, now.”

No!!!! I screamed, but nothing came out. Blake was playing into her trap and I was helpless against it.

“Good. Now I need for you to prove this promise, Blake. Because from what I can recall, your promises aren’t all that solid.” Camilla sounded pleased.

“How?”

“Impregnate me.”

Aw, hell no! This woman was outright batshit crazy! I wanted to fight and kick her to a pulp. I was so enraged. I wanted to kill someone. Blake wasn’t going to do it. I knew he wouldn’t. He’d laugh at her dumb ultimatums.

Blake made a sharp gasp then remained silent. “You mean now? Right here?” he was aghast and he didn’t mask it.

“Yes, Blake. Right now. Right here, where your lovely Sienna may hear you f**k another woman. She deserves it, really, because she f**ked with mine. I don’t get why she wants to marry you. She seemed to have no qualms letting another man kiss her and grope her right for everyone to see. I think Kyle will be happy when he finds out that she will be available again. You do know that she’s going to run back to him, right? She always did. She loves him, but she’s in lust with you. Can’t blame her, can I? You were amazing.”