by J. A. Low
“Has Sienna seen these?”
Derricks’ face drops. “Yeah, and it’s not pretty.”
My heart sinks.
“She’s gone off the rails, the girls are trying to get her to go back to the hotel but she won’t go, she won’t listen to anyone.”
Jumping up and out of the booth my heart begins to race. I need to get to her and make sure she is okay. She shouldn’t be drinking if there’s a chance she’s knocked up.
“Come on, I’m going to get her.”
Derrick looks at me shocked before quickly jumping up after me.
“Y’all there’s a problem with one of the girls, I have to go.”
They all stop what they were doing, and give me their attention.
“It’s Sienna.” I confirm.
Christian and Finn give me an understanding chin lift.
“Yep, sure, let us know when everything is alright,” Axel calls out from behind a blonde.
Turning to Derrick, I grab him by the shoulders and say, “I’ll look after her, I promise.”
Derrick gives me the directions to the club the girls are at. I ask Sean, one of our security guys to come along and he gives the directions to our driver. Ten minutes later we are outside the club, Sean’s ushering me inside and I see her immediately. She is dancing on a table, singing to the music, giggling to herself. She looks totally wasted swaying up there.
Vanessa and Isla look shocked at seeing me. “What the hell are you doing here?” Vanessa frowns at me, stepping in front of Sienna, who hasn’t noticed me yet.
“I’ve come to help.”
Rolling her eyes at me, she snaps, “Don’t you think you’ve done enough? I warned you, Evan, to stay away but you couldn’t, could you. You just couldn’t leave her alone.”
I know Vanessa is pissed off at me right now, and I guess rightly so. I’m not sure what Sienna has told her about what’s happened between us, but judging by her frosty tone, it’s probably everything.
Taking a step towards her, I say, “I care about her Ness. I heard about Beau and I know she’s upset.”
Letting out a sigh, Vanessa moves away from the table.
I look up at Sienna, who seems lost in the music and her dancing. Fuck, she shouldn’t be drinking, not until I find out if I knocked her up or not.
“Sienna,” I call out her name, but she is too busy dancing to hear me. Grabbing her by the legs, I pull her to my chest. She starts to squeal as her feet leave the table but her eyes focus on me; her green eyes soften as I hold her in my arms.
“Evan,” she whispers my name, looking shocked to see me here. Her hands touch my face trying to work out if I’m real or not. “You are so hot,” she mumbles, as she continues to stare at me. I slowly put her feet on the ground but I don’t let go of her. “Fuck, I miss your wonder cock. I’m so fucking horny. My fingers don’t make me come like you do.”
Fuck, she didn’t just say that. My wonder cock stands to attention hearing his name. Bending down I whisper in her ear, “My hand is a horrible substitute to your pussy.” I know she will probably not remember any of what I say to her.
Sienna lets out a groan, wrapping her arms around my neck she pulls me hard against her, kissing me as if her life depended on it.
I push her away slowly. “Sienna, you’re drunk, sweetheart.”
Letting out a girlish giggle, she says, “I’m not drunk enough that I couldn’t fuck your brains out.”
My eyes catch Vanessa and Isla’s who are trying not to laugh, great friends they were.
“Sweetheart, I like my women to be a bit more sober than you are at the moment.”
Resting her face on my chest, she replies, “As long as they’re groupies, they’re the only women you like to fuck, aren’t they?”
Tensing at her words, I frown at her.
A single tear falls from her cheek. “I’m never good enough for anyone. They always want more from someone else.”
My heart aches for her. “Sienna,” I whisper into her ear, trying to get her attention, but she won’t look at me.
“Just take me home, Evan, I’m not having fun anymore.”
Pulling her to my side, I let Vanessa and Isla know she is ready to go home. We make our way from the club to the waiting car. Sienna falls asleep as soon as her head hits my shoulder.
“She’s a mess, Evan,” Vanessa comments, holding onto Sienna’s hand.
“Seeing those photos of Beau tonight showed her what could have been. She’s really lost at the moment. Thank you for coming tonight,” she says, giving me a strained smile.
“I would do anything for her, Ness.”
She nods and turns her attention back to the window, watching the lights of the city going past. Arriving at the back of the hotel, I pick Sienna up in my arms and make my way up towards my suite. There is nowhere else Sienna is going to stay tonight. I want her waking up in my arms. We are going to have a serious talk about everything.
Vanessa and Isla give me a look when they realize I am heading to the penthouse level and not to Sienna’s room, but surprisingly they both stay quiet. Saying their goodbyes, they get off on the floor underneath mine and I travel up one more level with Sean. I make my way into the suite through the foyer, past the living, dining and kitchen areas and down one of the long halls towards my room. Placing Sienna’s sleeping body on the bed I slowly start to undress her, moving her lifeless body around as I unzip the back of her white mini dress. Peeling it away from her body, biting my lip as I notice the underwear she is wearing, the white silk set I bought her. Calm down Evan, she’s asleep.
All of a sudden Sienna sits up in bed, her head crashing right into mine. Fuck! I’m probably going to have a black eye.
Blinking a couple of times, Sienna looks at me “I miss you, Evan.”
Everything stills in me, I can see the hurt and pain etched across her face, pushing her hair back from her face I say, “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.” Because fuck, I do miss her more than I like to think.
“I hate him, Evan. I hate her. I hate that she is living my life. I should be the one in those pictures. I should be the one having his baby.” She cries out in frustration.
My stomach drops. She could be carrying my baby, but instead wishes it is Beau’s. Running my hand over my head, I feel sick, almost as if she’s just sucker punched me. Slowly, I start to move away from Sienna, I might sleep on the couch tonight, apparently she doesn’t want me. But then her hand clutches mine.
“But I’m also not sorry it happened because I would never have met you.”
No, she doesn’t mean it, she’s just happy to meet her celebrity crush. Giving her a weak smile, I say, “We’ll talk in the morning; you need some rest. Go to sleep, I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.” Getting up off the bed, I walk towards the door in silence. As I clasp the door handle, her arms wrap around my waist spinning me around towards her. There she stands with tears streaming down her face, looking up at me through wet lashes.
“Please don’t go, Evan, I don’t want to be alone.”
Her sad face broke my heart. I pick her up into my arms and walk her back to the bed, laying her on one side. I kick off my shoes, remove my jacket and pull off my t-shirt, but I’m not confident enough to take my jeans off. I lay in bed beside her. We are both on our sides, looking at each other, face to face; her green eyes glowing brightly against her red-rimmed eyes.
Sienna’s hand comes up and cups my face. “Thank you.”
She closes her eyes; her breathing is soft and slow as she falls asleep.
Rolling onto my back I stare at the ceiling. I give up fighting the way I feel about her. Sienna is in my bed again and this is where she is going to stay. In the morning, we are going to have a serious talk and work out what the hell is happening between us.
“Hailey.” The deep, timbered voice mumbles beside me. My head is hurting badly; my mouth is dry and there is an enormous tattooed arm imprisoning me against them. I can feel the distin
ct morning wood against my bare back, as one leg wraps around mine. Claustrophobia is clawing its way through my body; who the hell am I in bed with and why the hell do they think I’m Hailey?
“I’m so sorry, the baby, the baby.”
The voice mumbles again behind me; this hangover is a real bitch or maybe I am still drunk but the mumble sounds a lot like Evan. Looking down at the arm holding me I notice the colorful art; fuck, it is Evan. How the hell did I end up in bed with Evan? Looking down my body, I notice I’m only in my underwear. Shit! Last night is pretty foggy, I don’t remember much.
“Fucking bastard.” Evan yells out, as he grips me tightly making me scream and waking him up.
Evan sits up momentarily stunned. Blinking he tries to get his bearings as he turns towards me. “Sienna?” He says my name in a question.
“Who’s Hailey?” I ask, looking at him. He goes pale and turns quiet. Shit, fuck this. I jump out of the bed quickly grabbing my dress on the floor.
“Sienna, wait.”
Turning around I hold the dress against me trying to hide my near nakedness, while he runs his hand over his head.
“Please don’t go, let me, um, shit … let me explain.”
My stomach is doing somersaults; it’s probably from my hangover but maybe a little to do with whoever this Hailey person is. Hesitantly Evan moves back against the headboard patting the bed beside him. Sighing, I put my dress on and join him in bed.
He puts his arm around my shoulder pulling me across his chest. His other hand is holding me securely in place.
“How are you feeling this morning?” His lips touch my ear, sending shivers through my body.
“Fine, but don’t change the subject.”
Evan takes a deep breath and slowly blows it out. “Hailey was my high school ex-girlfriend.”
Okay, that’s not so bad. At least it wasn’t a groupie from last night.
“We were young and in love, she never wanted to leave Texas. I wanted to be a rock star; so you can see where this is going.”
Nodding, I understood, because well … obviously he’s single.
“We had started making it big on the festival circuit and Hailey was going well in medical school until we found out she was pregnant. The world stopped and everything that was wrong in our relationship started to become glaringly obvious. When she lost the baby I stayed on tour instead of going home and helping her grieve. I was an idiot. I sent my best friend, Kevin, to help her. I lost myself to alcohol and drugs to cope.”
I could feel Evan tensing beside me, and I had a good idea what he is going to say next.
“I came home early from the tour to surprise her. I got on the first plane out of LA to Houston. I wanted to show her how I had cleaned myself up and got my act together. I was going to propose; I wanted to make her happy for being a pretty shitty boyfriend since losing the baby. But I was the one who was surprised. I found her and Kevin in bed together. Apparently my best friend had been looking after her since the miscarriage. They had grown closer the more time I spent away.”
Rolling over I put my arm around Evan and gave him a hug. I knew exactly how that felt – finding the person you love with someone else.
“It’s taken me a long time to get over it. They are both happily married to each other and have a couple of kids. They run their own medical practice in Houston; I’ve even caught up with them over the years. Kevin was always more suited to Hailey, they both wanted the same things. I just happened to ask her out first in high school.”
“I don’t think I would be so forgiving?”
Wrapping his arms around me he held me tight. “I never want to go through that again, ever. It took me a very long time to forgive them both, especially the first time I ran into them, but they are happy together. I couldn’t see myself with the white picket fence, living in one spot, kids and everything.”
My stomach flipped flopped thinking about our little mistake, the chances of something happening is like 1% but listening to him saying he is happy to be single, with no kids, and travel the world stung a little.
“Guess it makes sense why you only pick up groupies then.”
Evan tensed at my words but didn’t answer me. We sat in silence for a moment before I changed the subject.
“I’m sorry about your ex. I understand what you’re going through.” I added.
Feeling sick, last night flashed through my head. Fuck, I was a hot mess. “About last night, Evan,” I began, turning to him again.
He gave me a broad smile. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, you hear me. I just want to know if you are okay” He questions, his blue eyes holding my attention.
“Yeah, I think so; last night was a shock seeing his baby in the flesh. It made it all real seeing how happy he looked with Diana. Maybe I’ve been hiding my feelings about it all because I’ve been so far away but I couldn’t stop all the messages from people wondering how I was going. I was doing really well until they all decided to call me.”
Evan looked at me and asked, “Do you still love him?”
“Yes and No,” I responded.
I felt Evan tense beside me.
“Ten years is a long time to be with someone, Evan. Most of those years were good. But do I love him as my husband? Do I love him enough to take him back? No. But I do enjoy our memories. Does that make sense?”
“So, if by some reason he left her and ended up on your doorstep telling you he made a mistake you wouldn’t think about taking him back.”
“How could I ever take him back after everything? Old memories don’t wipe out the new ones. No way in the world could I ever go back to him. I’ve changed too much; I’m not the same person I was all those months ago.”
Evan let out a breath and gave me a smile, the tension from earlier looking like it had left him.
“Can we please forget about last night? I am so embarrassed.”
Bursting out laughing, Evan surprised me by pulling me onto his lap. “Getting drunk, dancing on some tables. Please, I’ve done way more embarrassing things than that. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Sienna; everyone can understand why you did what you did.”
My legs are straddled across Evan’s jean clad legs, my hands resting on his naked shoulders. Smiling at him I say, “Thank you for looking after me and being a good friend, Evan.”
Evan frowns. “What happens if I don’t want to be just your friend, Sienna?”
My heart races with a little excitement, not really understanding what he means. I remain silent, not knowing what to say.
Running his fingers through my hair his palms cup my face. “I like having you in my life, Sienna, in my bed. I like being around you, I like hanging out with you. I hate seeing you with other men … it drives me crazy, because you should be mine.”
My heart stopped. What is he saying?
“I want you. There is something between us and I want to explore it. You feel it too, don’t you?”
Nodding because I couldn’t talk, he had rendered me speechless.
“You and I explore whatever is happening between us, no labels just you and me together until whatever it is between us runs its natural course. No dating anyone else, I can’t go another night seeing you in the arms of another man. I just can’t,” he expressed, looking pained as he laid everything out for me.
“Do you only want me because I might be pregnant?”
Evan looked shocked at my question.
“Fuck, no. I’ve wanted you for months, Sienna. I wanted you the first moment Vanessa showed me your picture. I wanted you the moment I found you in my bed, the moment my lips touched you, the moment you moaned my name as I made you come. I have wanted you so badly every day that it’s making me crazy. I don’t care if you are pregnant or not; I want you.” He declared, kissing me with passion and hunger. I could feel his emotions in the kiss as it starts out soft and gentle and then quickly intensifies with liquid heat pulsating through our bodies.
My body felt
like it was on fire, every nerve ending heating up, slowly I grind myself against Evan’s jeans, the friction of his buttons rubbing my clit.
“Sienna, fuck, I’ve missed you,” Evan groans, biting my lip.
My hands are roaming over his naked chest; I need more, we both need more. My fingers find the buttons of his jeans; one by one I unbuttoned them to find him commando under the jeans; Fuck, that is sexy. Pulling out his thick cock and slowly working my hand up and down his length; it was my turn to take control as Evan had just laid everything out on the table for me. I wanted to show him what it meant to me, what he meant to me. Breaking our kiss, I shimmied back a bit and knelt between his thighs while bringing his cock to my mouth.
“Fuck,” Evan moans, his fingers entangling in my hair as I take him further into my mouth. Small, slow sucks around the head, licking from balls to tip, then plunging it further down my throat, as far as it would go without gagging. Sucking him hard I moved my mouth up to the head again, tasting his salty arousal on my tongue. My hands still pumping in time with my mouth.
“Fuck, seeing your mouth wrapped around my cock; it’s a beautiful thing,” Evan groans, as I work him over, his length thickening even more. With one swift move, I am ripped away from his cock and flying through the air, landing on my back on the bed.
“As much as I love having your hot little mouth on my dick, now it’s my turn to have your hot pussy against my tongue.”
The pleasure his tongue gives me is indescribable. My eyes roll to the back of my head with ecstasy. His tongue laps at my sensitive clit with long licks. The pleasure intense, I can hear my soft moans coming from my throat.
“Fuck, I could never get sick of your taste, Sienna.”
My heart starts beating loudly in my chest, his dirty words taking me higher and higher with each sweep of his tongue until he brings me soaring as I scream out his name. My orgasm ripping me apart.
He wipes his face on the sheet before traveling up my body, his smug face looking at me.
“I love making you come, Sienna. Please don’t make me stop.”
Shaking my head at him, I couldn’t speak. It seems he had rendered me speechless.
