Sienna
I stared at him. He was dressed down but still looked like a god. No, a devil. I raised a brow and he chuckled deeply. "Don't tell me you forgot that I don't give a fuck. But if I were you, I would have already stabbed their eyes out," he said nonchalantly.
I leaned back onto the fridge. Then I yawned as my heavy eyelids begged for sleep.
Eric looked across the room at at my broken tiara as I rubbed my eyes. "Don't worry about that, I will get another one," I said as I looked down at the broken jewellery.
"Your father has already gone," he informed me.
Fuck that man! That fucking bastard. So he left me here. He doesn't even fucking care, anyway, I thought.
"Well, I am leaving too," I said, sighing heavily as I rubbed my forehead. Then I started headed for the doorway but was stopped by Eric who immediately stepped in the way.
"Stay the night. I insist," he said, staring directly at me.
I don't have time for no games, Eric fucking Connall, I thought as I tried to read him but ultimately, I was mentally and physically exhausted.
So I nodded, accepting the proposal. I was sure that his lips tugged into a quick smile before he led the way to a spare bedroom. He didn't even make any lewd jokes. It was after midnight and everyone had already left.
"Here you go," Eric said as he handed me some clothing. I gladly accepted it as I appreciated the thoughtful gesture because I did not have any clothes with me. And this fucking dress was stuck to my body.
When he left me alone, I locked the door and changed into the T-shirt which hung loose on my body. I tightened the drawstrings on the sweats and folded the cuffs of the shirt up slightly.
These were his clothes, for fuck's sake. Where the fuck was Cara, anyway? The clothes smelt of him and I now smelt like him. It was a musky woody scent, and it somehow comforted me.
***
I tossed and turned on the bed. I couldn't sleep no matter how tired I was. Fuck! This shit always happened. So I decided to go downstairs to grab some water, and I slowly made my way past the living room and into the kitchen.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow moving in the darkness. My heart quickened as I subtly opened a drawer and my fingers felt for a knife. Then I held the knife in my hand firmly. It was a fucking butter knife, but it would have to do.
I turned and threw the knife at the shadow which quickly moved out of the way. The knife struck the wall, my throw being very hard and accurate. My hands quickly fumbled through the same drawer in attempts to find something else to throw. Fuck! Then the shadow moved and turned on a lamp.
"Sienna?" Eric called out, furrowing his thick brows at me.
I furrowed my brows back. "What are you doing sitting in the dark like some sort of psychotic lunatic?" I asked in confusion as my heartbeat began to settle.
He looked behind him at the knife in the wall and then back at me. "I don't sleep often," he said and I tilted my head as he took a seat on the sofa. "And you?" he asked as he crossed his legs over each other.
"I can't sleep either," I said as I walked over to the sofa. I slumped down, feeling my body relax. I brushed my hair back and pulled out the joint I had concealed in my hand.
Then I lit it up using my lighter while he watched me with amusement in his eyes. I took a long drag and puffed out a cloud of smoke. Resting my head back on the couch, I looked at him while he was smirking at me.
"What?" I asked bluntly.
He shrugged as he pulled out a cigarette. He held it out and I lit it for him. I looked at him as he smoked. Some strands of hair fell over his eyes and I couldn't help but be captivated while he smoked.
"I apologize about throwing the knife at you. I guess I am just not used to seeing someone sitting on a sofa, doing nothing in the dead of night." I smirked.
He chuckled as looked at me. His stare wasn't revolting like that of other men. "I am not sure if that was a sincere apology, but if it helps, I was also about to shoot you," he said as he tapped a gun which lay beside him before he added, "And I never miss."
I snuggled into the couch and rested my heavy eyes on one side of it. "I beg to differ. I am sure you have missed once or more. You hesitated before shooting then. Why?" I asked as I continued smoking.
"I knew it was you," he stated in a cocky manner.
I opened my eyes and looked his way. "You knew it was me? That's fucking impossible!" I laughed.
"I did," he replied, smiling warmly.
I looked back into his eyes. "How?" I asked in curiosity.
He licked his lips as he thought of a lie. "No one in my house walks around at night, so the logical answer had to be you. And since you have a certain disregard for authority, hence the reason you never announced yourself," he said effortlessly.
So he has been studying me, watching me, I mused as I thought about his answer. Fuck, he is good.
"Have I made you speechless?" he teased, and I shook my head in attempts to hide the smile that wouldn't leave my face. But I was actually speechless.
"So what is your favourite color?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Are you really asking me that?" I asked, grinning.
"Why not? Since we are married, I want to know more about you because you intrigue me," he responded.
The fuck. I was not a plaything that he could just be intrigued with.
"How so?" I asked, playing his little game because it did amuse me.
"You just do." He chuckled deeply.
I furrowed my brows at his cryptic answer. I took another drag of my joint. "Red. That's my favourite color." Red like the fucking blood of everyone who ever pissed me off.
He smiled and held his cigarette to his lips. Then he blew out a soft cloud, holding it between his fingers. "What's your favourite weapon?" he asked.
I shook my head. "If we are doing this, you have to play too. So what's your favourite color?" I asked, holding back a smile by inhaling more of my joint.
He tilted his head back, resting it on the sofa like I was currently doing. "It's black," he answered.
I chuckled. "That's very obvious."
"Then why did you ask?" he teased once more.
"You could like pink for all I know." I smirked which earned me a husky chuckle.
Eric and I talked like this for a while and I was becoming more and more fascinated with him. The more we talked, the more we bonded. It was unusual for me to feel this comfortable around someone I hardly knew. And yet as time passed on, I knew more about Eric and the sparks of attraction I felt for him were even stronger. Fuck, fuck, I couldn't. I really couldn't.
A while later, I began to feel sleepy and I began to drift off. I felt fingers take the joint out of my loose grip and the light was turned off. Then I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.
Sienna The next morning was unusual to say the least. I woke up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes and coffee. I really loved coffee just as I loved the scent. I groaned as I sat upright on the sofa and I thought of how uncomfortable it was. But I didn't expect to be taken to bed. Fuck, if he touched me, I would have killed him. "Good morning, sunshine," Eric called out from across the kitchen. I blinked hard as I stretched. Where the fuck was I? Oh right, I thought as I remembered that I was in Eric's house because he had asked me to stay here after the wedding. I stood up, ignoring him, and I headed upstairs to the bedroom I stayed in last night. Or more like didn't stay in. Upon getting dressed into a casual pair of skinny jeans and a T-shirt which I tucked in, I went downstairs. Cara was a lifesaver as she had brought me some clothing last night. But that didn't change the fact that she disappeared on me last night. When I walked back into the kitchen, I sat down on the
SiennaJust as I stood up, I saw Eric enter into the house. He looked surprised to see me but smiled nonetheless. His clothing was covered in deep crimson blood and so were his hands. I didn't know why, but I felt sudden panic when I saw the blood, which was stupid because I dealt with blood all the time."So this bit of business didn't require a gun?" I asked cheekily. He smirked as he flexed his hands, and I watched his built arms also flex as he showcased his perfectly sculpted muscles. "This bit of business was more personal," he finally replied.I nodded because I perfectly understood what he meant. But shit, I couldn't fall for him.I sighed softly before I asked, "Where is your first aid box?" As soon as I said that, his guard held a box out for me. And it was the same one Cara had an adorable little crush on. And I could even see why. "Thank you, " I replied, looking straight at him. The guard smiled politely. "I am Gabriel," he said, introducing himself. I nodded as I s
EricSienna returned to Italy for some business she had to take care of. I was a little disheartened when she did indeed leave. She was growing on me much more than I cared to admit.I also had some business that I had to take care of. Many bosses would sit on their thrones and let their advisors run their business for them, but not me. There was something about getting my hands dirty that drove me. It made me hungry for more power.That meant I had little time to myself but when I did, I made sure to enjoy it. I smiled to myself when the thought of taking Sienna out crossed my mind. Would she even want to go out with me? No. Fuck, I couldn't think like that.I knew I wasn't compassionate and loveable unlike Sean, and my heart sank at the possibility of Sienna rejecting me. Perhaps she would stay in Italy and never return to America. I wasn't good enough for her, I could never be. This marriage was nothing but a piece of paper like she said.I shook my head and headed for my basement.
EricAs I sat in my private plane, which was one of many to my name, Gabriel smiled as he sat opposite me. I sighed heavily before I said, "Spit it out." Gabriel smiled even wider. "Nothing," he said before he pursed his lips and looked elsewhere.I growled as I looked at him, knowing I could take him in a fight. Granted, it would take a while seeing as he was a fucking good fighter. "Fuck off, Gabriel." The fucker.He looked out of the window and into the starry night sky. "I wanted to ask you why we are going to Italy but then I figured it out." He looked at me as he crossed his arms. "You are going to see a particular brunette and can I just say you look good together. Give it a chance, Eric." He smiled gently.I shook my head but I didn't deny his accusation. I was indeed going to see Sienna, but I was unsure as to why. I didn't even know who she was until we were wedded. But I felt a longing to see her and to be in her presence.***When we arrived in Italy, I immediately heade
SiennaI absolutely loathed attending Marco's annual ball. It was full of despicable people, many of whom I had very little respect for. But one thing was for sure: I would have to attend it this year because I didn't have an excuse. I had never seen fucking Eric attend the ball. Not even once. He was just fucking lucky.Marco was a brawny man who was about six foot four. His warm brown skin was covered in a lot of tattoos. He had been a friend of mine for quite some time and I would trust him with my life if it were in his hands, which was a very rare thing to say about someone who was not related to me by blood.I sent Marco a dirty look which encouraged him even more. "So I will take that as a yes!" he exclaimed, chuckling before he gulped more mouthfuls of champagne. I dared not open my mouth in that moment because even I was afraid of what might come out of it. Sometimes, I had no control over what I said and majority of times, I offended people because of the things I said. No
EricI was not sure what came over me but I kissed Sienna's hand. The sweet scent never left my lips. I wanted more. I craved it like a drug. One taste was enough to get me addicted. She was like a drug. The reason I flew to Italy was to see her and fucking hell, I did see her and I also saw her insert her heel in that man's neck. She was just so intriguing.I was in such a daze that I hardly noticed Gabriel enter the room to drop my suitcase. However, I did see the smirk that was plastered across his face, but I did not care.I eventually showered and lay on the bed. My tired body begged for sleep and I gave in. This would be the first time I had slept in a while. My dreams were beautiful. I dreamt of Sienna Zanotti, my wife. Maybe she was 'the one.' ***The next day, I finally woke up but I did not know what time it was. Usually, when I went to sleep, I was to be left undisturbed no matter the emergency. A guard made the mistake of waking me up from my sleep one time and now, I cou
EricHalf an hour later we arrived at a club. Gabriel walked beside me into the poorly lit place. We got a few stares as we headed inside, and I smirked as I saw a face I recognized."Vodka, neat," I said to the bartender and he began to pour my drink immediately. "Go on, Gabriel, have a drink," I prompted, and Gabriel straightened out his suit jacket as he nodded. I looked at the bartender. "Pour a glass for my friend here." He obliged and soon, I became increasingly aware of the many stares I was getting from people all around.I was in no ordinary club. The booths were sticky looking and LED lights flashed around the room. Several women worked poles in barely any clothing while men sat watching as they smoked and drank.I tipped the drink in my glass into my mouth and got up from the barstool, then I pulled the sleeves off my shirt up and adjusted my cuffs. As I walked towards a particular booth, people kept staring at me. I was daring. I dared to walk to the booth of a dangerous
Unknown PersonI switched off my phone. My chest heaved heavily. Did I hear right? My Sienna got married.How dare she! She was supposed to love me. She was supposed to be with me. She was supposed to be mine. I growled very loudly and pushed off the brunette who was pleasuring me by sucking my cock. "Get out!" I spat angrily, and she looked at me in fright before she quickly left.I zipped my pants up and went over to the nearest wall, punching it in anger. The force almost broke my knuckles, as they began to bleed profusely at the impact. But I did not care. All I could think about was Sienna and what I could have done to make her despise me so much that she got married. We were so good together, and I thought we would end up together no matter what problems arose between us.She even got married to him and not even an ordinary man. No, that would be too normal and too mundane for her. But it had to be that fucking bastard. Never in a million years did I think that she would agree t