Enthralled: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  Dragging my luggage out of the elevator and straight out of the main door, I didn’t see the person waiting for me. “Sienna, please talk to me. I’ve been out of my wits with worry since last night when you didn’t come home.” His eyes spied my luggage. “Going on a trip?”

  “Yes, in fact, Kyle should be here any second. He’s going back home for a while and I invited myself along.”

  “Why would you do that? You know how I feel about him. He’s in love with you! He’s going to take this opportunity and turn it in his favor.”

  “That would certainly be up to me, don’t you think? Stop wasting your time.”

  “No, we can figure it out. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I love you, Sienna, with everything that I am. I love you.” Liar, if he did… he would’ve ended his engagement before I even found out, but he didn’t.

  He raked a hand through his hair. Dammit, he looks beautiful and sexy as hell.

  “Stop lying to yourself and to me. Game over, so you should drop the act—” He swiftly captured my lips and I reeled from the impact of his kiss. After a few times of trying to coax my lips into submission, I gave in to my lecherous body. God, kissing him feels perfect… it feels like home.

  I love him so much, it hurts. My tears fell freely and we both tasted them, but he didn’t stop. With a deep, heavy, guttural growl, he pulled my lips away and cradled my cheeks with his hands. “Did that feel like a game to you?” I lowered my eyes and stared at his chest. “Damn you! That kiss felt more real than anything else in this world. You love me! That kiss just proved that you do. I love you, too, Sienna. I can’t live without you… will you marry me?”

  I gasped and stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights as he got on bended knee. He produced a ginormous rock. It was certainly more than fifteen carats. The ring was a princess-cut, canary diamond surrounded with smaller diamonds and had been designed in a halo pattern with diamonds surrounding the entire band; the eternity band.

  “The color of the rock reminds me of the color of your eyes when they get caught with the sun, like liquid gold. I commissioned this ring to be made the day after I left for New York. That night, I knew you were it for me. I don’t want anyone else. I know everything’s been unfolding so quickly, but I wanted—needed—you to know how much you mean to me. I love you wholeheartedly. Will you please let me be the happiest man in all of England and say yes?”

  I stared wide-eyed at the ring, back to his face and back to the ring again. Shocked didn’t even begin to cover my reaction.

  “Blake… I’m sorry… I can’t.”

  He abruptly stood up and grabbed my face with a fierce scowl. “What do you mean you can’t? How hard is it to say yes?”

  “I can’t. I’m sorry,” I stammered through my tears.

  “I see. I guess I imagined that you felt the same way, but I suppose that’s all it was, all in my imagination.”

  He heaved and turned to me with a stony face. “You’ll regret this because I’ve only ever loved you and when you see me happy with another woman, you’ll regret it even more. Your thoughts will be haunted by me; the one that got away. Goodbye, Sienna.” He stood there for a few seconds before sliding into the Aston Martin, gunning the engine and rapidly vanishing through the traffic.

  I wiped away my tears and exhaled a long sigh. I had done the right thing, I knew I had. He lied. I can’t trust him!

  Kyle’s cologne penetrated the air, letting me know that he was close to me. “Did you see all of that?”

  “I did. Sienna, you love him. And it hurts for me to say this, but what if you’re making a mistake? Don’t you think you should give it another shot?”

  What good would it be without trust? It was worthless without trust.

  How can one be happy with a liar? One who keeps secrets such as having a fucking fiancée? Even if I did give him another chance, I would be permanently living in a state of paranoia. I couldn’t do that to myself.

  I did the right thing; the best thing. It didn’t feel like it in that moment, but it would be in the long run.

  “No, let’s leave it at that. We have to get going. I don’t want to miss the flight.”

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  I didn’t let my thoughts wander to Blake’s proposal until I was seated. I ached while I watched the fluffy, white clouds through the airplane window as I listened to “Lovesong” by Adele from my iPod.

  What happened that day was life changing for me. I didn’t know if I would be able to get over it. The hurt and pain was rooted deeply inside of me. I didn’t doubt that I would see him again; we did have common friends. It was simply inevitable.

  I may have been broken right then, but the next time I set foot in London, I would be a different woman. A much stronger one, I hoped.

  One that men didn’t trample on.

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  BOOK 2

  Sixty

  Blake

  One month and two weeks later…

  “Do you want any more cognac?” The dark-eyed Spanish beauty asked. Did I want any more cognac? No. I’m already trashed as it is, but my mind keeps running away with thoughts of the woman who stole my heart, my soul.

  “Sure,” I murmured.

  Her cat-like smile was plastered on her sensual face while she poured. I took a mouthful and loved the smooth burn of the expensive liquor. Her hand caressed the exposed spot on my chest where my shirt was unbuttoned. She was obviously trying to get my attention, but I chose to ignore her. She took my indifference as a green light and started to hastily undo my shirt.

  Hell, this woman is adamant.

  She started to kiss my neck, chest and stomach. Her tongue lingered around the edge of my trousers. I just stared at her. Waiting to see how far she’d go to please me. Women were always this easy—they never say no—always willing to spread their legs wide open anytime, anyplace.

  Well, with the exception of one.

  The one I wanted more than anything.

  The one I fell in love with but who walked away from me.

  Fuck, blasted karma. My head’s been bombarded with thoughts of her—thoughts of her with that insipid man. My heart squeezed and I tasted acid in my mouth. The hell with it! If she doesn’t want me, then there are tons of women who are more than willing to accommodate me… like this harlot trying to appease me and my moodiness, my thoughts provoked sourly.

  I groaned as she undid my pants; I slightly lifted my hips so she could easily pull them down. She stroked my semi-hard cock as she sought my lips.

  “No. There will be no kissing. I’ve emphasized that fact enough. If you’re not happy with it—you know where the door is.” I hissed at her. Her dark eyes widened in shock but she recovered from it after a few seconds.

  I don’t give a fuck if she stays or not.

  “Whatever you want mi amor,” she purred as she lowered her head to capture the head of my shaft. I released a sigh and leaned back on the couch as she started to stroke it with her tongue.

  Damn, why did I expect it to be like hers? Not only did she steal my heart, but she stole a bloody part of my sex life.

  FUCK! Bloody Fuck!

  How will I ever be satisfied with any other woman if she was the best I’ve ever had? She gave a mean head…and when she takes you—she gives it her all—and there is nowhere to go but to get sucked into her gripping abyss.

  Most women aren’t gifted, only some are. And let me tell you—there aren’t many of them out there. Some c
an be okay, some good, some great, but only a few will seriously blow your bloody fucking mind. Sienna was the bloody fucking package. And I loathe her more and more as the days go by.

  This woman before me—was a fucking mediocre.

  Finally, the woman managed to get my dick up.

  I pulled out my wallet and handed Maria Reyes a foil condom packet. I met her two days ago at a friend’s party and she latched on to me like the leech that she is—but I don’t mind that, not at all—at least she was honest about what she’s after.

  Leaning back again on the couch, I closed my eyes and thought of Sienna. I heard Maria tear the foil packet and felt her gently roll the condom on my cock. She positioned herself and straddled me, then gently pressed her wet, greedy pussy on my cock.

  A soft moan escaped my lips.

  I imagined it was Sienna on me. I imagined the night I woke up from her fucking me and that night during Chad’s show in the office. Hell, fucking her in the office was blatantly hot. She became even more frenzied when I held her neck while I fucked her some more. She didn’t mind the choking—she just took it all. We wanted each other—in any imaginable way we could get it.

  I gripped Maria’s hips harder—feeling the intensity of my climax building and brewing inside. I pictured making love to Sienna—her gasping face as I filled her—her screaming my name—her face as she orgasmed.

  “Fuck Sienna!” screaming her name as I came.

  “Bastardo!” Maria screeched as she climbed off me. Not the first time this has happened. It happened the night I met her and every single time we fucked—which was a lot in the last two days.

  I shrugged when I heard the front door slam with a little quake.

  Not my bloody fault if she kept coming back. I didn’t mean it, not really. It just happened. My mind constantly revolves around Sienna. The only time I get a hiatus is at work, but somehow, she even manages to penetrate my workaholic mentality at the oddest times. Like I would space out during a meeting because I’d been thinking about her smile or how she teased me. Anything and everything—always about her—and I’m bloody going mindlessly crazy.

  When will the miserable longing stop? I hate feeling this way. I got up and took care of cleaning myself. I was sure Maria left already—but she wouldn’t be gone for long.

  Strolling to the kitchen, I found Toby sitting with his laptop on the black granite breakfast countertop. “Maria?” he inquired without looking up.

  “Yup,” I said shrugging. “I know I’m paying you tons to do an excellent job—but it’s almost midnight—you need to stop and do that in the office.”

  “Yeah, well I needed to straighten out a lot of the budget. This is such a bloody mess,” Toby mumbled and took a long sip of his beer.

  “Well, who would’ve thought the old arse was embezzling money. If he wasn’t grandfather’s good friend, I would’ve gladly punished him—but hey, Granddad pretty much said to let it go.”

  He smirked. “Sure…five million pounds is easy to let go for you folks.”

  I opened the fridge to get a bottle of water—drank some and turned around to face him. I grew up with Toby. We went to the same boarding school and university. We grew up privileged, but his father’s gambling took a toll on the Watson’s bank balance and it’s been dwindling ever since. His parents have been pressuring him to help out his younger brother, Liam, through high school and he’s been lending them a hand. He was making a decent amount of money at his other job in the finance department at one of the leading hedge fund companies in Europe. But when I found out what old McKenzie was doing—I threw him out and hired Toby. I’m paying him double to ease some of the pressure. He’s worth it; not only am I lending him a hand—he also happens to be a genius when it comes to money. Toby’s the closest thing I have to a brother and it pains me to see him stressed out about his father’s failings.

  Toby cleared his throat and looked me in the eye. “Mate—for years I haven’t said a word about all your follies—but what in God’s name are you doing? I see you’re hurting—but you won’t talk about it. You’re drunk most nights and frolicking with different women. What the hell happened with Sienna? Lucy and Chad are clueless too—no one is talking and we’re all wholly baffled.”

  Fuck, I knew this was going to come.

  When Toby moved in a few days after Sienna left, he never said a word about it. He simply dodged the whole subject, but I knew he was giving me time to come to terms with my problem—my pride—but now time’s up.

  Never once had I retained any reservations when it came to talking to Toby—this bit with Sienna—where did I even begin? It was a bloody calamitous disaster. Now my best friend was staring me down, waiting.

  Blimey, this is bloody difficult…just start with a cleaner version, less hassle…fewer questions.

  “She found out about Camilla. I promised I would take care of it and I did. She obviously was gutted about it—I understood that—but I couldn’t lose her—so I proposed—she turned me down and went to L.A. with that cretin named Kyle. End of story.”

  “Wait—you proposed? Like marriage?” His face was disbelieving.

  “Yes! Exactly that! End of discussion.” I roared at my friend’s face which he unfortunately didn’t notice.

  How the heck does he know what this feels like? He’s so smitten with Lucy.

  “Mate—I knew you were enamored with her—but you proposed marriage…you’re that in love with her? Wow, I get it now—all these clamoring different women…” He trailed off shaking his head, “…but mate—you can’t fuck your way out of this one.”

  “We’ll see about that,” barely hearing my own murmur because I simply doubted it myself. I have a slim chance in hell of getting over Sienna who unequivocally bewitched me. But I have to try at least and try I will.

  I can’t keep living like this—like my insides—like my soul is being sucked out of me—it’s frightening. Surely there are tons of broken hearted people who move on quite easily. Why couldn’t I be one of those people? I’ll be damned if I wouldn’t at least try—even if my method is “fucking my way out of it.”

  “She’s back, you know. Why don’t you go see her?” Toby eyed me with his knowledgeable blue eyes.

  “Fuck no! I’m not going to crawl back and beg again. Once was humiliating enough. I’m sure Matthews has her now.” The thought of her being with Matthews is killing me. She needs to get out of my head and make camp somewhere else. It’s like having insanity running havoc in your head.

  “Yeah ’cause her being with Matthews is what you really want,” he finished his beer and slammed it down on the counter.

  “Listen—she didn’t want me. There’s no why or how—she just doesn’t. Don’t you think I berate myself enough for not telling her about Camilla? I do—but my apologies were shrugged off and dismissed without consideration. If she doesn’t want to be with me, then what is the point of begging her again to come back? I’m convinced that I was just a little jaunt to get over her hurt from the cheating wanker.”

  “You both did start dating quite quickly after Kyle. You probably have a point—Luce did mention you were only the second man she dated. And I suppose you two being close friends helped your case. So, if that theory is true…being used as a rebound by Sienna shouldn’t be so bad, I take it? It is Sienna we’re talking about…I know a few mates who are captivated by her but I doubt they can hold against Kyle or you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you about her and Kyle, mate. She used to talk about being married to him before you even came into the picture.”

  “You did—and I didn’t pay heed. I couldn’t—I wanted her.”

  “There were times I saw her look at you in a certain way—like conflicted somehow—but the way her eyes looked—I thought she was in love with you.”

  “She doesn’t…she never did.” Painful but it’s the truth. Idiot me thinking I’d found the one.

  “What happened with the Clayworths then?”

  “They were understanding an
d said they wanted me to be happy. Camilla was shattered of course. She already had her dress drawn out and ideas where the wedding was to be held. I like Camilla; she and I are compatible—and she loves me. But I fell in love with Sienna. I wanted it to be like the usual blasé I went for—but she was different—she rocked my world and left me in shambles.”

  “Anyone with eyes can see how Camilla is smitten with you, mate. You always treated her differently than your usual conquests. You took her on holidays and such—then again you needed that to get to know your wife-to-be. I think Camilla is a great woman—but I’m biased because I love Sienna and you’re my friend—so I want you two to be together. But since you’ve categorized that subject as rubbish and you’re done fighting for Sienna, and handing her over to Kyle–why don’t you want to date Camilla? You do like her and you two seem quite compatible actually. All these different women Blake—surely it’s taxing? Think about it.”

  “I’m really starting to hate Sienna. My whole life is out of order.”

  “Doubt that, but sure, whatever you say. I’m off to bed. See you in the morning.” He took his laptop with him and left the kitchen.

  Damn him. He knew how much I hated Kyle Matthews and he kept rubbing it in. Every night I’ve been tortured with thoughts of them together. It’s no wonder I drink myself to sleep most nights.

  I left the kitchen towards the stairs and headed to my room. I needed to shower and clean myself of any traces of Maria.

  Should I really consider dating Camilla? I have to be sure because Camilla’s an excellent woman and I don’t want to hurt her, again.