by JA Low
I can see that this realization has broken him. “Maybe one day, but not now.” And with that I turn around and walk out the door putting an end to my past. Because I have a wonderful future waiting for me back at the hotel.
32
Evan
The bed dips, I roll over; Sienna is getting back into bed. What time is it? I feel her lips on mine in a frantic kiss, her hands exploring my chest before she lowers them to my cock. Her hand cupping me, her lips continue to kiss me. I’ve never seen Sienna so frantic. I mean, yeah, we’ve had crazy ‘rip each other’s clothes off’ sex before but this seems different. I stop her for a moment.
“Hey,” I whisper.
Her jade eyes are looking into mine, a smile lighting up her face. “I love you, Evan.”
My heart stops as she finally says those three little words to me. I don’t think I could be any happier than I am right now. “Yeah, sweetheart.”
Cupping my face, she smiles, “Yeah I do.” She kisses me showing me exactly how much she loves me. Our fingers link together over my head; she positions herself over my length slowly lowering herself onto my cock.
It was a slow rhythm between us, her breasts rubbing against my naked chest. We weren’t just fucking; we were making love. “I love you, Sienna,” I say, flipping her onto her back now, bracing her hands above her head as I slowly take her again. I nuzzle into her neck, exploring her collar bone with my tongue.
“Please, Evan,” Sienna begs breathlessly.
As I pick up the pace just a little, I tell her, “I want to watch the woman I love come. Keep those eyes opened for me, sweetheart.”
Those green eyes look into mine, never wavering as I bring her to orgasm. I watch her eyes widen as the orgasm slides over her. I am not far behind. Exhausted, we lie there for a few moments in silence.
“So you love me, hey,” I say, breaking the silence.
She giggles.
“I told you I would ruin you for all other men,” I say, feeling like I had won the lottery.
She rolls over in my arms so she is facing me. “Yep, I'm pretty sure you have ruined me for all men.”
I want to fist-pump the air with delight.
Her hands are running over my cheek, the way she looks at me, how could I ever doubt that she loves me.
“You were gone this morning when I woke up.”
Sienna tenses at my question. “Just a bit of shopping, had to let sleeping beauty have his sleep,” she responds, kissing my cheek.
“Well, I didn’t like waking up without you here,” I pout
“I promise I will never again leave you like that,” she assures, kissing me sweetly.
Fuck, yeah, I liked the sound of that.
“Axel and Vanessa were talking to me about something last night.”
She turns to look at me curiously.
“They were wondering if you would like to join the team, you know work at the label with us, well with me.”
Sienna visibly chokes from surprise. I'm guessing she wasn’t expecting that. “Doing what exactly?”
I shrug because there would be heaps of jobs she could do. Whatever she liked really.
“Imagine you and I could go to work together and at lunch time I could have you spread out on my desk, eating your pussy for lunch.”
Sienna laughs as she slaps me.
“Didn’t Vanessa warn Christian about saying things like that? Isn’t that considered sexual harassment at work?”
Chuckling into her neck, I agree, “Damn right, I will be sexually harassing you. The first order of business will be declaring that you can only wear skirts to the office and no underwear.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really,” I tell her, as I lightly start to kiss her neck.
It is Murphy’s Law that when things are going well it’s not long until the whole world comes crashing down around you. After Sienna finally confessed that she loved me, we spent the rest of the day in bed, eating room service, watching movies, making love. I could see our future slowly taking shape; we would have a couple days here in London before we headed back to LA. I’ve even been thinking of buying a property in LA. Jake said we could stay at his place until we find somewhere to live, which was nice of my brother.
Maybe we could take a trip to meet my parents in Texas at some point too, and I could meet hers in Australia. We would spend our days working together then come home spending our nights wrapped in each other’s arms. I wondered how many kids she wanted. I know I want a football team; we would have to start on that soon. She wasn’t pregnant after our scare and a small part of me was sad about that, but it was probably for the best. Wonder if she wants to get married again?
I had all these plans for the future and in an instant they all disappeared overnight. I woke up in the middle of the night as a song idea was playing around in my head. Leaving a naked Sienna in my bed was hard. But these words were floating around in my head and I needed to get them down. I had finally finished getting them all down and I hadn't realized how long I had been awake until I noticed darkness had turned into light. I called down for some coffee and a light breakfast as I still had more words I wanted to write. The newspaper was delivered with breakfast, so I opened it up as I dug into my omelets and drank my coffee.
I turned to the entertainment section and there in full color was a picture of Sienna kissing some man with a headline that read:
Dirty tEXas.
It can’t be true. When the hell did she have time to meet some random guy and hook up with him? We have been with each other nearly twenty-four seven. I read the caption:
Beau Willams, Sienna’s ex-husband is in town dodging his own scandal.
Now that the truth has come out will these two lovers reunite?
Where does that leave Evan?
Pacing around the room, I can’t believe what I was reading. No, no this can’t be right. Staring at the picture I study it, the more I did I realize it is her. Then it clicks. When I asked her where she was yesterday she tensed up. Fuck, it’s true. My heart feels like it has been ripped out. Why the fuck did she tell me she loved me?
Reading further down the article reveals how Beau isn’t the father of the child. It is, in fact, his very own father that fathered that child. It states that Diana and Phillip set Beau up so he thought the baby was his. Fuck, that is screwed up. If Beau isn’t with Diana, does that mean he still wants Sienna?
Fuck, he still loves Sienna. He has come back to get her back and it looks like she wants him too. I mean the kiss looks pretty convincing. Fuck. I kick the chair over in anger. Never again. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. Yep, shame on me for thinking Sienna was any different to all the other fucking girls hanging around me. She is just waiting for Beau to come back to her. She fucking lied to me yesterday, telling me she went shopping; she fucking lied. Storming into the bedroom, I rip the covers off of a sleeping Sienna. “Get up,” I scream.
Sienna squeals trying to orientate herself, looking up at me she sees that I'm pissed.
“Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my room.”
Sienna is stunned silent for a moment then she scrambles to the end of the bed, following me out into the living room.
“Evan, what the hell is going on?”
I can hear the tears catching in her throat, picking up the newspaper I shove it in her face.
She takes a moment to look at the picture. “Evan, it’s not what you think, please let me explain.”
“There is nothing to explain, Sienna, pack your shit and get the hell out of my room. I never want to see you again.”
Grabbing her chest as if I have wounded her, she cries, “But, Evan, I love you, please let me explain.”
“You’re just like all those other girls using me for something.”
“Please, Evan.”
“Did you kiss him?” There is silence for a moment “Bit hard to deny it when the evidence is staring you in the face,” I say, waving the ne
wspaper around.
“He kissed me! I didn’t kiss him back, I slapped him. Look, I will call him and get him to explain.”
She seriously wants to call that fucking bastard. I pick up the dining room chair and throw it across the room hitting the TV. I watch as it smashes on the glass coffee table.
Sienna jumps back in shock.
I am in fucking shock; I can’t believe I just did that.
“Just get the fuck out of my room,” I yell as I walk into the spare room, slamming the door behind me. I can hear Sienna’s sobs as her footsteps walk through the suite.
A couple of minutes later there is a knock at the door. I hear Vanessa, Derrick and Charlotte. They must have heard me destroying the room. I can hear Sienna sobbing as she grabs her things. The group is confused by what’s going on until, I assume, she shows them the photo in the paper because the room goes quiet. Then I hear Charlotte calling my name, opening the door to the spare room a little she sees me and rushes toward me.
“Evan, are you okay?” My eyes look up to see Vanessa and Sienna wrapped in Derrick’s arms. They turn and disappear out the door, once I hear the click behind them; I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Evan, seriously you think Sienna would cheat on you?”
I push myself away from my sister. “Seeing the evidence is staring at me in the face, I’d say yeah.”
Charlotte frowns. “But…you know how this stuff works, the media likes to make up shit.”
My poor naive sister, I think, shaking my head.
“Evan, she loves you, everyone can see it. I don’t believe she would do this.”
“Charlotte, drop it, okay. I don’t want to talk about it. Sienna and I are done. Fuck love and Fuck Sienna Hayes.”
33
Sienna
“Deep breaths, Si, deep breaths.” Derrick holds my head between my legs as I have a full on panic attack.
“I’ve never seen Evan so pissed before,” Vanessa adds.
Sitting up, I look at my two oldest friends. “I fucked up. I should have told Evan about Beau but I was in shock.”
They both look at me with pity on their faces.
“You don’t want Beau back, do you?” Derrick asks, looking very concerned to hear my answer.
“Fuck, no, I want Evan. I am in love with Evan,” I scream, catching myself on a sob. Seriously, I screwed up majorly; how stupid was I not to think that I wouldn't be followed. We have had the paparazzi around us the whole tour, I should have known. I was so damn frazzled seeing Beau again I just ignored all my usual instincts.
“Did you see how mad he was? He is never going to forgive me,” I cry, curling up on Derrick’s lap.
A knock at the door sees Vanessa opening it to Isla’s pale face.
“Hey, I heard what happened. I am so sorry,” she sighs.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I have to do this or say this, but Evan wants you off the tour. He’s asked that you move hotels and that the job offer is no longer on the table or the move to LA.”
“What the fuck? That fucking bastard, how dare he,” Vanessa screams.
I reach for her arm to calm her. She is loyal to the core and would go into battle for me but I don’t want to ruin her job. “It’s fine, V, I’ll go.”
“So will I,” Derrick says, wrapping his arms around me.
“Sienna, I am so sorry. I told him he was a dick but his ego is wounded.” I nod because I know how much I hurt him.
“Just give him time. He will eventually come around,” Isla adds.
I don’t think so.
It has been seventy-two hours since my life imploded, and not for the first time either this year. The boys have closed ranks around Evan leaving me very much out in the cold. Derrick and I moved hotels, as much as I hated it I needed to give Evan some time. The paparazzi has been relentless, of course after this photo, they dug around a little bit more and found everything about my and Beau’s past. So now old wounds are front and center for the world to see. I got a couple of messages from Beau apologizing for the kiss but I ignored them.
“Hey,” Vanessa says, joining us in our hotel room.
“The boys are leaving today. I have to go back to LA as well.”
My heart sinks a little. Is this how our story ends?
“Evan refuses to talk about what happened. He won’t even listen to reason when it comes to you. He’s one moody bastard.”
Pulling Vanessa into my arms the tears start to flow down my face.
“I’m sorry. I messed it all up,” I mumble into her shoulder.
“You made a mistake. You know what? I probably would have done the same thing. Everything that has come out about his dad and Diana; that is totally fucked up. I believe you when you say nothing happened but the photo does look unfavorable. Evan’s hurt. I know a bit about Hailey from Christian so I understand why he reacted the way he did. He’ll come around; it will just take time. You both love each other.”
Yeah, time that I think has run out.
“You have fun in Paris, you two,” Vanessa adds as she leaves.
Yvette called after hearing about my very public breakup part deux and invited Derrick and I to stay with her. Paris would be good for the soul.
Knocking on Isla’s door, she is surprised to see me.
“Hey,” I say, not sure if she's pissed at me or not?
Pulling me into a big hug she responds, “Hey, yourself.”
“I thought you were upset with me,” I start, the tears running down my face.
Isla looks at me giving me a sympathetic smile. “We’re friends, of course not. I believe you did something stupid. But I still love you.”
“I just wanted you to give this to Evan.”
Isla looks down at the large bag. “What is it?”
“Everything he ever bought me, all the clothes, underwear, jewelry, everything.”
Isla clutches her chest and says, “Not sure he is going to want it but I get the sentiment. So I hear you are off to Paris.”
“This year fucking sucks. Guess I need to work out what the hell I am doing with my life. I'm pretty sure Paris is the best place to start.”
34
Evan
One week later
“Open up you lazy fuck.”
The pounding on my bedroom door sends vibrations through my skull. “Fuck off, Chris,” I shout, as I pull the pillow over my head trying to drown out the noise. My head is fucking killing me. This week has been hell; most of it has been spent staring at the bottom of a bourbon bottle.
“Open up or I will kick in the fucking door,” Christian yells again. Then silence as I hear muffled talking behind the door. Maybe he got the point. I don’t fucking want to be around anyone.
“See, Christian, I told you the sliding doors would be open, you should have listened to me in the first place.” I hear Vanessa's voice and it jolts me awake. How the fuck did she get in?
“Well, it would have been more dramatic if I kicked in the door. Walking in now seems like such a letdown.” Why is Christian in my room?
“Fuck, this place stinks. When was the last time you had a fucking shower, Evan?”
Pulling the pillow tighter over my head, I mumble, “Go away.”
“Fuck, Ness, he is pathetic. Who knew Evan Wyld would be this cut up over some pussy?”
“Ouch. Fuck, Ness that hurt,” I hear him grumble.
“That pussy is my best friend so fucking watch what you say, okay?”
“Bet she isn’t lying in bed all day. She’s probably having fun hanging out with hot French guys in Paris.”
Why the hell won’t he shut up? I don’t want to know what Sienna is doing and with who.
“From what I hear, Sienna spends most of her time sick. Derrick’s worried about her. She can’t seem to stop throwing up. She fainted the other day when they went out shopping, cut her head open on the cobblestones. Lucky she didn’t need stitches.”
That bit of information gets my attention. I slowly sit up in
bed, my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light streaming in through the glass doors. The bastards have pulled open all the curtains.
“Is she okay?” I ask.
“Finally, sleeping beauty has awoken,” Christian jokes.
I flip him the bird, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
“No, she’s not, Evan and if you ever fucking loved her you would be flying your sorry ass over there and making it better. The both of you are as miserable as each other.”
I frown at her. “She humiliated me, Ness. I’m sure Beau is looking after her, she’s his problem now.”
A plastic water battle hits my chest. "Ouch. What the fuck, Ness?"
“You fucking asshole. She never wanted Beau. Yes, she went about dealing with him the wrong way, she should have told you. But she didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. In all honesty, she never wanted to see him again but thought that maybe she needed closure so she could focus on the future she wanted with you. This whole tour she only had eyes for you but your ego is so massive that you can’t get over yourself long enough to remember what you had and that it wasn’t worth throwing away because of some stupid picture taken out of context,” Vanessa shouts, while standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.
“She betrayed me, Ness, and I know she is your best friend so of course you are going to take her side.”
Vanessa lets out a frustrated growl. “Believe what you want Evan, but she loves you,” she says as she storms off out of my room.
“She’s a scary woman,” Christian states as he sits on the bed beside me. “But dude, you need to get out of this room, you have missed meetings in regards to the label. We’re all just worried about you.”
“I know; I promise I'll get my shit together.”
Christian smiles, slaps me on the back and nods in agreement.
35
