Chasing Paradise (Chasing Series #3)

by Pamela Ann

  Clearing my throat, I tried to sound calm and under control. “You guys go ahead, I will go with Blake. I’m sure he’d appreciate that.” Well, I hoped he did anyway.

  “Alright then, I will see you lovelies tonight.” Lucy said her goodbyes then, before hanging up on me.

  After a quick call to Luke to get Blake’s schedule for the rest of the afternoon, I darted towards the bedroom and packed hastily before I had Robert, the chauffer, drive me to Blake’s office.

  I knew he’d be in a meeting when I arrived, so I took my time and looked around his office, stopping by his desk, as my forefinger traced the outline as I walked around it. Memories of how he took me on this table sent stirrings into my womanhood. That was the last time he took me. Blake had an insatiable appetite, but it seemed he wasn’t interested in touching me. Now that I think about it, he never even hinted into wanting to have sex with me since that time he took me on this desk.

  My mind wandered to that night, until I heard voices and some laughter, before his door opened and in strode Blake with Adriana hanging off his arm.

  Alarm bells were ringing full on as the waves of jealousy rocked me hardcore. I was frozen on the spot, my heart slowly breaking at the sight of him enjoying another woman’s company, seeming at ease with her, and not to mention the fact that she had her arm on his—not bothering to care—or that me might have enjoyed it, which ever it was, I didn’t like it.

  “Sienna?” Blake frowned at me. “What brought you here? Did you need something?”

  Yeah, I needed my fiancé back. Where was he?

  “I was hoping if we could fly together to Spain.” I nervously eyed him, before my gaze flickered at the Latina next to him. Beautiful and tall like a supermodel with curves. “And who might this woman be? Is this your mistress?”

  Blake turned into stone, eyes hard as rocks. “Don’t be rude, Sienna.” He glanced at Adriana, before guiding her towards me. “This is Adriana. She’ll be taking Luke’s place once he gets stationed in New York headquarters soon.”

  My brow rose at Blake, then at the woman. “Your assistant? Well you two looked far to cozy for a working relationship.” My words barbed into my heart, loathing both of them on sight, before I wanted to throw more crap into them, but Blake interrupted me.

  “Adriana, that would be all for today. Why don’t you go ahead and prepare yourself for the flight. I will call for you once we’re ready to leave.” He nodded at her and we both waited until Adriana was out the door.

  The second that door shut itself; I was ready to launch myself at him. “You lying sack of shit! You’re cheating on me!”

  “You can’t treat people I employ like that, Sienna! How the hell do you come off accusing when you barely know the person?” Blake spat on my face, angered. “Adriana deserves to be respected and she’s been a great friend. I’m not cheating on you.”

  I huffed, lips parted in disgust. “Respected and she’s a great friend, since when? She’s your fucking assistant!” I pressed on his chest, boiling to the hilt. “And how dare you let her touch you! You’re fucking engaged to me, Knightly! You’re fucking mine.”

  “Am I? Then who the hell owns you, Sienna? Because I saw you kiss Matthews. I saw you kiss him—initiated the damn kiss.” He spoke with an eerie ring to it, like he was done fighting.

  The usual hell he used to give me, the jealousy, the whole possessive Neanderthal in him was not there, and that bothered me a great deal. Something was shifting here and I was too late to catch on. “Why didn’t you confront me? Why aren’t you fighting me?” I wondered out loud, confused and scared at the changed man.

  “Why waste my breath?” Blake threw me a glance, before he rounded his desk and sat on his chair.

  Fear gripped into me, sensing and fearing for the worst. “What does that mean?”

  Blake shrugged, not wanting to delve into the subject.

  “Blake—”

  He finally glanced at me; those magnetizing eyes had an edge to them, looking at me differently. “I don’t know, Sienna.”

  Fuck. What had I done? I panicked. I wanted to say a lot, but no words came from my mouth because my tears were threatening to come out and I didn’t want to give Adriana the satisfaction that she was coming in between my relationship with Blake. Gripping my purse, I directed towards the entrance before I heard him again.

  “Where are you going?”

  Not glancing at him, I stared at the glass across the room. “Heathrow. I’m going to catch a flight.”

  “I thought you wanted to fly out with me?” Blake asked, strained.

  I shook my head, not wanting to face him. “Yeah, but I want to be alone. I’ll see you in Spain tonight.” I shot the words out before leaving his office and got into the lift.

  Relationships around me were falling apart. I shouldn’t be even surprised that mine wasn’t going the way I wanted it to, but I should’ve anticipated it. Because since when did life made it easy for me? It gave me a little light then it somehow always found a way to lure me back into darkness. How long will I be its captive until I finally cave in and drown into my sorrows, gasping for my last breath?

  It wouldn’t be for long. I was ready to give up—on everything, on everyone.

  It wasn’t giving up.

  No, it would be more of accepting fate.

  Mine didn’t lie with happy ever afters, but with a solid reality that not everyone gets the good stuff in life. People did live and die unhappy, unfulfilled and without purpose.

  Sadly, it seemed like I was destined to be one of them.

  Pulling my phone out. I sent out an email to me conservator.

  Hello,

  Can you please draft a will stating that in case I die, I want all of my money to go to the orphans, providing for their education and into helping them get back on their feet once they are on their own?

  Email me anytime once it’s ready. I will fax it immediately back to you.

  Sienna Richards

  Smiling sadly, I mouthed Sienna Knightly. It was never going to be Knightly.

  Cruel jokes.

  I hated them with a passion.

  Eighteen

  Blake

  “Maledizione!” I cursed out loud after Sienna left. Getting up from my seat, I ran to catch her in the banks of lifts, but she was long gone.

  My eyes darted to the lights indicating which floor her cart was going. I called security and barked orders never to let Sienna out the building, before I took the stairs and jumped most of them out of the way before I was eight floors down and managed to press the call button, hoping that the lift was going to stop on this floor.

  I was heaving and almost out of breath with anticipation before the elevator doors opened and found a somber looking Sienna. “Hello.”

  “Hi.” She tried to smile, but failed miserably.

  Entering the tiny space with her, I pressed the button to close the doors, before spinning around to face her. “Do you still feel like flying out with me?”

  She pressed her lips, thinking as she studied me. “If you want me to.”

  “I do.” We were going through something that was rather difficult to pinpoint because it seemed like everything was going at once.

  Once we were out in the lobby, I excused myself from Sienna, walking a few yards away to make a call. “Adriana? A driver will come fetch you and take you to Heathrow to fly commercial. I’ll see you this evening. Have a safe journey.” I had some of the junior assistants take care of the details.

  I didn’t have to glance back to know that Sienna had her eyes on me, I felt them all the while I was making a call.

  Striding towards her, I nodded. “Ready, cara?”

  The entire ride to Gatwick Airport was rather silent. It seemed that we didn’t have anything to say to each other. Once we were up in the air, I waited until she was well seated and comfortable, before I got up and excused myself. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be back.”

  Now enjoyed the cold spray of wate
r, my mind was bombarded with thoughts of Sienna again. The urge to lose myself in her was dominating my mind, but I knew I couldn’t because the last time left a deep dark void in my soul. I wasn’t sure if I was willing to risk that again.

  Resorting to the nature’s way of things, I grunted before I heavily stroked myself. Thoughts of her, deep within her wet walls as she screamed my name, wanting it harder, faster made me frenzied, hand pumping heatedly, as my mind replayed Sienna over and over again, until I came hard grunting her name. Hot spurts of my semen sprayed on the floor, before it got washed down my water.

  Even after that pleasured session, I was in need of more. Closing my eyes, I shivered before I went for another. Still, it was of no use, I still throbbed after I got out of the shower, cussing my penis like it was cursed for a woman’s vagina, destined for doom.

  I didn’t even bother to dry my hair before I strode out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, towards the closet that had everything I needed. My life was pretty much organized and I wanted it that way. My personal life on the other hand, was the polar opposite of it.

  Getting the essentials, I spun around to place them on the bed, but I was surprised to find Sienna on it, naked, looking at me, waiting—for me to devour her.

  Fucking hell, I wanted her, but I knew I mustn’t. “Put your clothes on before you get a chill, cara.”

  Fire sparked into her complacent form, brining the feistiness in her. “I’m naked…and you want me to put my clothes on? Are you for real?” She sat up, before she strode towards me.

  My cock twitched at the close view of her, needing its release.

  “Are you getting sex somewhere? Because you haven’t touched me in weeks.” She asked, wondering and fishing for information.

  Dragging my eyes away from her nipples, I burned into her. “I haven’t had another woman, let alone have another woman service me—touch me in any shape or form sexual.”

  “Then why…don’t you want me?”

  Muttering with frustration, I ran my fingers through my wet hair, not knowing what to say. “Sienna—I don’t even know where to start with this. I’m going through something extremely difficult with you.” I voiced out. “Sex isn’t the same, anymore.”

  Sienna gave me a small nod, before stepping forward. I thought she aimed to give me a kiss, but I was surprised when she tugged my towel off, exposing my hardened cock, before she took hold of it and gently stroked it. “Sienna—I said this wasn’t about sex.”

  “I know—but I want to soothe my worries that you wouldn’t stray while we’re sorting things out.” Sienna then got on her knees, making me groan in protest and in approval as she took me into her mouth, lavishing my cock with pure utter concentration that I was in nirvana in a second.

  Sienna took her time, sucking me with precision, just the way I liked it. Her sweet dedicated torture went on for good five minutes, never taking me fully into her mouth. When she felt more of my juices seeped out of my slit, she became corybantic, on a hellish mission to please me and me alone.

  My throat ran dry as I watched in fascination, needing release soon. “Sienna!” I choked out, before she slid my entirety into her throat, eyes never leaving me as she sucked on me some more.

  I was ready to explode. Gripping the back of her head, I pushed my hips forward. “Stop moving. Keep still with your suction while I fuck your mouth.” Sienna bobbed her head in understanding before I thrusted forward, plunging my cock in her, abusing her mouth. I cursed a few times before I wretchedly yelled her name as I came, draining myself into tongue, rocking my hips as her lips milked my cock to the very last drop. “Don’t swallow yet. Open your mouth.” I commanded, my shaft sitting on the side of her lips as she followed through as I asked.

  “Bella mia.” I rasped out, before I nodded for her to swallow my essence with ease.

  She got on her feet, but before she was about to leave I held her hips, stopping her. “Thank you for that. You didn’t need to, but your determination to do that is much appreciated.” Sienna gave me a small smile.

  “Let me do the same for you.” I offered, not willing to have sex with her, but I could compromise somehow.

  Sienna shook her head. “It’s fine. If you go down on me, I might go crazy and want more of you.”

  “Then I won’t go down on you. I’ll figure something out.” Stepping forward, I softly pushed her against the wall, looking into her eyes before my hand parted her thighs, discovering how wet she was. “Is finger fucking up to your liking?” I murmured, eyes boring into her soul.

  She nodded, staring at my lips, wetting her lips before she loudly gasped when I inserted my middle finger into her while my cock twitched on the side of her thighs, wanting to play.

  Sienna bucked, sobbing my name.

  God she was so beautiful, I ached to be with her, but I simply couldn’t, until I knew she was okay, until I knew she was free of her demons. I loved Sienna, but sometimes a man needed more than just a good fuck. I wanted to be her world.

  Her purpose.

  Her life.

  I wanted everything.

  My hips was rocking and I let out a strangled groan when her hand captured it stroking my cock, as I inserted another finger, fucking her harder. “Cara,” I whispered into her head, getting lost with our intense mating. “Come on my fingers, per favore,” I murmured, loving the feel of her breasts rubbing against my chest.

  Sienna made some tortured gasps, as her pussy tightened around her fingers, making me mental because her grip on my cock was just as tight. It felt like I was in her cunt, squeezing it around my shaft before she screamed my names, while her juices flowed freely, dripping my fingers and unto the carpeted flooring. I bit into her neck, muffling my own tormented screams as I came on her thighs, now lubricated with her orgasm making everything much more delirious.

  “Sienna, my love.” I breathed out, shaking against her neck, spent and feeling lonely but satisfied at the same time. It was an odd combination, but it was much better than the awful void I had felt before.

  This I could do, I thought as I dragged us both into bed, wrapping my arms around her before we fell asleep.

  Time. It was what we needed. If we were both patient enough to figure this through, then the rewards will be worth it.

  The big question was, are we strong enough to survive it?

  Nineteen

  Blake

  We were in the Groom’s receiving chamber when there was a soft knock on the door. “Shall I?” I glanced towards Toby.

  He nodded, looking pale and devoid of life. “Yeah.”

  When I opened the door, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I truly was when I found Lucy on the other side of the door. “Luce?” I questioned, not knowing if I should let her in.

  She looked as pale as Toby. “I need to speak to him.”

  Gesturing for her to come in, Toby’s eyes widened when he saw his ex stride towards him, dressed in all the wedding regalia.

  Lucy didn’t even wait a second for privacy or anything; she just batted right through it. “Don’t marry her,” Lucy said, voice cold.

  I motioned to leave the room but Toby me a nasty look and told me to not move an inch if my life depended on it. “Bloody hell”, I muttered.

  “Lucy—” Toby glanced at me, then back to her. “Why are you here, Luce? I thought you despised the likes of me?”

  She did, but the bloody fool was in love with him too, I silently added to their conversation. Hoping that this was going to resolve their issues, if at all.

  Good intentions were shot down the second Lucille Connelly opened her gob. I cursed inwardly, hating to be in Toby’s shoes.

  “I do hate you.” She darted him a steady glare, unapologetic.

  Toby nodded, understanding it all. “I did know that, but thank you all the same for clarifying the hellish fact.”

  “What the hell did you expect?” Lucy retorted back, full of vengeance.

  Toby moved past her, before pausing again. “
You’re more than welcome to stay for the ceremony. But I have to get going, I have a bride to marry myself to.”

  “A pregnant bride!” Lucy added with scorn.

  Toby laughed, disbelieving. “Yes, of course.” He gave me a quick look before storming out of the room.

  Sighing, I directed my gaze towards Lucy. I understood her anger all too well, but she was pushing the wrong things. Maybe her goal was to push him to marry Amelia. If it were, then she did it superbly.

  I hated when I was in the middle of my friends, it was such a blasted feeling. “Are you planning on staying?”