by JA Low
Knocking again, she ignores me. No, fuck it, I need to make this right. I need to think of a way to get through to her. All the rooms have large balconies off of the bedrooms, so I push the door open beside hers, it’s Derrick’s room, I'm sure he won’t mind. I move past his mess and out to the double doors leading to the balcony. Opening them the street noise filters in, I can see the balconies are joined which is perfect – if they weren’t, I would have tried to jump across it. Making my way across the balcony, I burst through the doors, and there stands Sienna, dressed in only her underwear.
“Evan,” she screams, trying to cover herself.
Stalking over to where she is standing, I admit, “I don’t like you kissing other men, Sienna.” I seize her face hard and kiss her. I can feel her pushing against me trying to break the kiss but I’m not going to allow it – not this time. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you again?”
Sienna stops struggling and allows me to kiss her. Walking her back toward the desk in the room, I pick her up and place her on the hard, wooden desk. Looming over her our lips stay connected.
“Sienna, I need you. I need to be inside of you again, baby.”
Breaking the kiss, her lips all swollen, her cheeks are flushed, her green eyes bright with desire. “Evan I need you, but…”
“No, don’t think, just feel, Sienna. Just give me tonight, please. Let me make it up to you.”
Biting down on her bottom lip, Sienna nods in agreement.
Capturing her lips again in a frantic kiss, her legs wrap around my waist as her hands push up my shirt. Throwing the shirt on the floor, I unclasp her bra and let it slide to the floor. “I’ve missed your tits, Sienna,” I declare. Palming them, I roll one of her puckered nipples between my fingers, making her groan. Her head slumping back against the wall in ecstasy.
“You’ve missed my lips on them, haven’t you?”
Sienna mumbles an agreement as my lips explore her tits. I feel her pushing them against my mouth, her back arching with each suck.
“You want more, baby?”
Sienna only nods.
My hands rip off her G-string.
“Hey,” she complains, sitting up and frowning at her shredded panties in my hand.
“I just got them.”
“Sweetheart, I will buy you more, I promise,” I say as I let the fabric fall from my fingers onto the floor. My hands make their way to her core, spreading her lips and dipping my fingers into her hot pussy. “Fuck, you are so ready for me,” I tell her. Her slickness coating my fingers, each touch making her wriggle on the desk.
“Why do you tease me so much, Evan?” She’s breathless as my fingers play her like one of my guitars.
“I love how you are so eager for me to fuck you, sweetheart,” I reply, unzipping my jeans with my left hand while I get her ready with my right. I push the jeans down my legs and reach for a condom to cover myself. Thank God I am ambidextrous when it comes to slipping the condom on because I don't want to take my fingers out of her. I tease her with my piercing as my fingers work her on the inside, back and forth across her folds. Slowly, I ease my fingers out, replacing it with my cock. She’s sitting at the perfect height on the desk for me to ease inside of her. Feeling her wrap around my cock is heaven. It had been way too long. Sienna didn’t need to know that she has been the only girl I have slept with over the past couple of weeks. I know she’s seen me take women home, but I haven’t been able to take it any further. I've been faking being too drunk to do anything and they eventually get the hint and leave. Sinking into Sienna feels so right at this moment. Maybe one last time and I can move on from her. It’s like she’s cast a spell on me and she is the only one that can stop it.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this, Evan,” Sienna calls out as I pump into her, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she holds on for her life, the desk rocking back and forth with each thrust. God yes, I’ve missed this too. My thumb finds her clit and rolls her tiny bud. I can feel her body squeezing me harder.
“Shit, Sienna, do that again.”
She uses her internal muscles to press down hard around my cock again. That simple act has my body tingling. “Fuck, you are going to make me come doing that.”
She does it again, and again, and again, and as promised, I come. Sienna’s not far behind me. My arms are clutching her as she collapses. Holding her up, I shuffle toward her bed and lay her down. I kick off my jeans and shoes before disposing of the condom into the trash. Making my way back to her, I jump into the bed pulling her into my arms. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.
“I’ve missed you as well, Evan, too much.”
Maybe I can be the man that she deserves. We stay silent for a moment looking out the large glass doors, the street lights illuminating the room.
“What happened tonight?” Sienna asks.
Not sure how to answer, I say nothing and stay silent.
“Maybe you should go, Evan,” she says, sounding annoyed and pushing away from me.
Oh no, she doesn’t. I pull her back against me, my body wrapping around her. “I’m staying tonight. I miss sharing a bed with you, Sienna. Let me stay tonight then you can kick me out.”
She lets out a sigh, “I don’t want to kick you out.” Her confession was so quiet I almost missed it.
“I never want to leave either, sweetheart,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder.
We both fall asleep wrapped around each other.
Waking up the next morning alone in Sienna’s bed, I guess our night is over. I sneak back to my bedroom where I take a shower and try to work out these feelings I have for her.
“Morning,” I say, directing it to Sienna, who is sitting at the breakfast bar eating some fruit.
“Morning,” she says, sunnily.
Walking past her, I let my fingers graze along her arm, and watch her shiver at my touch.
Her green eyes are looking up at me when she says, “Thank you for the flowers.”
Flowers? “I didn’t send you flowers, but fuck, now I wish I had.”
Her cheeks turn red from embarrassment. “Who sent me flowers then?”
“Sebastien did,” Derrick answers Sienna’s question as he walks into the kitchen.
My hands ball into fists hearing his name.
“Really?” A smile lights up her face.
“Yeah, he felt sad not being able to catch up properly last night,” Derricks says, as his eyes bore into mine. “I suggested flowers would be a good idea,” he continues, while giving me a triumphant smile.
“I should go and thank him; they are beautiful.”
Once Sienna is out of earshot, Derrick turns to me with fire in his eyes. “Not sure what game you’re playing, Evan, but it won’t involve Sienna. She deserves to explore her singledom, so unless you want more than just a quick fuck with my friend, I suggest you back the fuck away from her and never pull a stunt like you did last night again.”
I’m in total shock at Derrick’s confrontation. He is usually so relaxed and easy going. Seeing him go into protective mode over Sienna was impressive.
“And you think this Sebastien guy is good enough for her?”
“Of course nobody will be good enough for my girl; men suck, but she deserves to find out doesn’t she? If you care about her, then stop whatever hold you have on her, and let her move on. We both know you don’t want a girlfriend, and even if you do, could you stay faithful when you have all those women after you? My girl deserves not to worry about her man. I was there when Beau cheated. I will not let her go through it again. You hear me?”
“Loud and clear, Derrick, I hear you loud and clear.” I can’t be pissed at him for voicing his concerns because they’re the same as I’ve been thinking. I don’t say another word as Derrick storms out of the kitchen.
“What was that all about?” Axel asks.
“Nothing,” I say, grabbing an apple.
Axel doesn’t look convinced. “He’s only l
ooking out for her,” he adds, pouring himself a coffee.
I ignore him because I don’t need another lecture or someone to tell me that she deserves better than me. I get it!
“I know you like Sienna. I know you probably have done something with her, last night it was pretty obvious by the way you acted. It surprised me though, I haven’t seen you that jealous, not since Hailey.”
I can’t believe he brought my ex into this.
“Nothing is going on, man,” I say, patting him on his shoulder.
“Okay, fine, nothing’s going on. So you wouldn’t mind if I maybe show her a good time then.”
That’s it. I’ve had enough of other men trying to take what’s mine. Grabbing him by the shirt I push him up against the kitchen cupboards. “You don’t fucking touch her,” I growl.
Axel bursts out laughing. “Wow, never seen anyone get so riled up over nothing.” Pushing me away he adds, “Man, I'm not my brother, I don’t cut anyone's grass, but your reaction just proves to me she’s more than nothing.”
Slamming my hand against the kitchen cupboard, I mumble, “I’m not good enough for her.”
“Why? Because you’re a rock star, a successful businessman, or because you’re a good guy underneath? I think most women would believe you’re a catch,” he says, punching me in the arm.
“She deserves a guy that will stay faithful to her.”
Axel stills and stares at me before saying, “You’re already thinking of cheating on her?”
Shaking my head in disagreement I add, “No, but I know I'll fuck it up eventually.”
“Why?” Axel asks. “Is it because of all these chicks hanging around us? Are you seriously telling me that when you have a girl at home waiting for you like Sienna that any of these women are going to tempt you?
I shrug at him without answering.
“Seriously, if that’s the way you think then yeah, you don’t deserve her. I don’t want to be stuck with fucking groupies for the rest of my life. Fuck, that would be sad. I'll leave that for Christian,” he laughs, slapping me on the arm. “Just think about it, it doesn't have to be Sienna, but if it is, either man up and do something about it or man up and let her go.”
23
Sienna
Yep, I’m a coward, keeping my distance from both Evan and Sebastien over this past week. I feel bad; Sebastien sent me flowers just after I slept with Evan. How the hell did I let myself have sex with Evan again? I just can't seem to say no to that man. I declined Sebastien’s dinner date; letting him know I was too busy with the band’s media commitments. It was a half-truth. I don’t think I can face him after what I did with Evan. I’ve spoken to him via texts this week and he still wants to meet up when we arrive in Paris today. I like him, but it feels more like a flirty friendship than anything more.
“Evan,” a woman’s voice calls out, then I see a flash of blonde skip past me jumping into Evan’s arms, hugging him tight.
Seeing the way Evan’s face lights up at the mystery woman in his arms really sucks. Whoever she is, he is familiar with her. She looks a lot younger than him. Long, blonde hair cascading down her back, she is tall, slim, like a model. I want to hate her. Nestled into his side, everyone seems to know who she is, each of the boys greeting her and giving her a hug or a kiss as they talk with her. Evan’s eyes find mine and he gives me a grin. I’m trying to play it cool, playing on my phone while the love fest is going on.
“Sienna.” Just hearing his voice makes my body hum. It is like the further apart we are, the more my body vibrates for him.
“I want you to meet someone,” he states, as his arm hangs lazily across her shoulders.
Put on your TV smile, Sienna, you can do this.
“This is my sister, Charlotte.”
I try to mask my surprise. But now that I look at her I can see the family resemblance; her blonde hair, tanned skin, the ocean blue eyes.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” she says, pulling me into a friendly hug.
Evan visibly elbows his sister.
“I'm sure your brother has been complaining about me dressing him in hideous outfits,” I reply, giving her a smile.
Her eyes glance between the two of us, she laughs, “So, you’re the one responsible for my brother finally getting some fashion sense.”
“Um, excuse me, I was voted sexiest man of the year last year. I think I am doing okay.”
Charlotte and I both look at each other and laugh.
“Seriously, you are both ganging up on me already. I knew I should never have introduced you to each other,” Evan says with a pout.
“You just make it so easy, brother.” Charlotte smiles at him, giving him a hug.
“Did you know Sienna used to be a fashion reporter in Australia? She also used to own some fancy boutique.”
He remembered.
“No way! I'm studying fashion photography. I'd love to work with magazines one day. That’s why I’m here studying in Paris,” Charlotte explains, excitedly.
“I love Paris. So jealous you get to live here.”
“I know; everything about this place is amazing, the people, the fashion, the food, the men,” Charlotte giggles at the last bit.
“La, la, la, your brother doesn’t want to hear that,” Evan explains, putting his fingers in his ears.
Charlotte and I burst out laughing at him because he looks like he is going to be sick just thinking about Charlotte with all those French men.
“I'm going to catch up with one of my friends, who is a designer here in Paris, this afternoon if you want to come with me,” I offer.
Charlotte looks at me in shock. “Can I, Evan?”
Evan is standing there quietly watching the two of us interact with a strange look on his face. “Of course, you don’t need my permission. Get Isla to message me when you’re out shopping and I’ll pay for whatever you want.”
Giving her generous brother a cuddle, she affirms, “Evan, you don’t need to buy me anything, but if I see something I like, I promise to let you know.”
“Charlotte is that you?” Vanessa calls out. Charlotte runs over to where Vanessa is, giving her a big hug.
“Thanks for inviting her to go shopping with you. You didn’t have to do that.”
Shrugging at Evan’s compliment, I respond, “I thought she might like to meet a couple of designers. It’s all about networking in this industry.”
Evan is looking at me as if I am a puzzle to solve. “You would help my sister out like that?
Looking at him, I confirm, “Of course, she sounds passionate about fashion photography. I have a friend who is a designer, she might know someone that can help.”
“And why would you help?” Evan questions me.
Is he serious? “You think I have an ulterior motive?”
“Women in the past have, she’s my little sister.”
“I get it, Evan. I’m just shocked that you would think I would do something like that.”
“Si…” Evan starts, but I don’t want to hear some bullshit excuse, so I stop him.
“After everything; the fact that you even think, for one second, I would do something to your sister or use her…then I guess you never really knew me.”
Turning on my heel, I walk away from him.
All day Evan’s comments run through my head. I tried to forget them but I couldn’t. I didn’t like that he thought I would use his little sister like that. I thought that over the past month Evan had grown to know me. I tried to forget about my troubling thoughts as we arrive at my friend’s, Yvette Sanchez’s, boutique.
“Sienna, you look fabulous,” Yvette calls out as we walk into her store. She gives me a twirl before pulling me into a hug.
“Please, look at you,” I compliment. She is stunning, this petite little Spanish pocket rocket with chocolate colored hair, olive skin, and dark eyes. “Let’s celebrate you being in Paris,” she says, smiling at me and picking up a bottle of champagne and popping it to the delight of the
girls and Derrick.
We happily sip champagne as she shows us some of her new collection – which is brilliant. Vanessa has organized dinner tonight at the Eiffel Tower’s famous Michelin star restaurant. I can't wait to eat there. We really need to find something to wear for this evening.
“Yvette, this is Charlotte Wyld, she’s studying fashion photography here in Paris,” I introduce. The two women quickly become engrossed in a discussion about fashion and more, so I excused myself.
“Thank you so much,” Charlotte says, hugging me tightly a little while later.
I look at her bright blue eyes, the same color as Evan’s, shimmering with unshed tears. “Charlotte?” I question, looking at her with concern.
“Sienna, I am so happy. Yvette asked if I could shoot the backstage photos of her next collection,” she announces, as tears start rolling down her face.
“Sweetie, don’t cry,” I say, pulling her into my arms.
“None of the girls that hang around Evan are ever nice to me. And if they are, it’s to get to my brother,” she confesses, pulling herself away, wiping at her tears.
“But you just did something nice for me, not him.”
“Maybe it’s the Aussie in me, but it’s just what we do for friends,” I say, smiling at her.
“You’re different to the other girls. I get why my brother likes you.”
Stilling at her words, I wonder what she knows about me and Evan.
“Evan and I are just friends,” I confirm.
Charlotte smiles at me.
“I know what my brother is like. You’re smart being just friends with him,” she says, giving me a shrug. “Evan told me about how you joined the tour. I'm sorry about your marriage.”
I'm shocked that Evan has spoken about me with his sister. “Yeah, life sucks sometimes but you pick yourself up and carry on. Plus, who is going to turn down a trip to Europe hanging out with rock stars,” I admit, giving her shoulder a knock, making her smile.
