Chasing Imperfection (Chasing Series 2) (17 page)

    
No. I don’t feel like moving. I just want to sit here and finish my bottle of wine and pass out. But instead I mumbled
“
no thanks.
”

     “I’m surprised you’re all alone and your friends aren’t here
or
your
“
sex on a stick
”
ex
-boyfriend is
not
here
hanging
around.
”

    
Great
, I used that term
once
to describe Blake and now he won’t let it go.

     “They’re out. Toby and Luce had to go attend his mom’s birthday party and Blake’s out on a date with his ex
-
fiancé.”
I d
eliver
ed
the facts with utter nonchalance.

     “Bla
ke’s finally moving on from you….
When will you do the same?”

     What the fuck?

     My lips wobbled, “I guess he is…he really is.” He was silent while he studied me.

    
“You slept with him didn’t you?”
Damn you
, Kyle. He reads me so well.

     “Yes
.
”

     “Right and now he’s
out on a date with
the
woman he used to be
engaged
to. Why are you letting him step
all over you
Sienna? Is
he
worth it?”

     “I don’t know,
okay?
It just happened
,
”
I snapped
at his judgmental tone.

     “Okay—that was a little harsh. But I’m not going to allow you
to sit here
alone all evening
. Put some shoes on, we’re heading out.” He stood up and held out his h
and.

   
“And where are we going?” F
eeling my spirits lift
just
a puny bit.

   
“I booke
d the penthouse suite at St. James
for
the after-party for
TCC tonight. The party starts at eleven so that gives you two hours to get ready.”

     “You never mentioned this
.
”

     “I would’ve but you’ve been so out of it since Chad’s incident.”

    
I’ve been so negligent with working with Kyle. At least I didn’t slack off turning in my school work in time. I’m a wretched woman.
“Sorry
,
I haven’
t been
in my tiptop shape working for you Kyle. I promise I’ll make it up though.”

    
Taking the wine glass off my
hands
he
drank it all in one gulp
. “Good
, partying is a part of our line of work.
Now
get your butt in gear and start making up
for lost time
this very minute and get ready.”

     Seeing the TCC boys would cheer
definitely
me up. They’re a crazy bunch but really fun to be around. “Whatever you say
,
boss
.
”
I saluted
him as I
stood up from the couch,
turned off the television and DVD player.
    

     I piled
my hair high and donned a nude
body-hugging halter-top dress. I limited my make up
to
tinted moisturizer, lip gloss
, briskly lining my lower lash line with kohl
and thick layers of mascara
making my eyes even more noticeable
.
My eyes are my best feature I think. Wi
th my coloring,
they
simply stood
out.
I slipped
on my teal colored ankle booties by
Giuseppe
Zanotti to
complete
my ensemble. Checking myself sideways on the mirror to
inspect
my bare
back and finally smiled. I love dressing up. I’m such a hopeless slave
to
fashion.

     “
Hell no
, you’re not wearing that. I
can see
your nipples.
Are you trying to make me suffer all night?
Be kind baby
. I don’t think I deserve that kind of cruel torture.
” He stood leaning aga
inst the door opening.

     “Humor me. This dress is awesome and it goes perfectly with
my shoes, so
back off.”
Kyle grunted and scratched his side stubble.

    
He only wore a black wife-beater underneath the leather jacket and he looks really smoking hot. When did the cute surfer boy turn into a spanking new man oozing with sex appeal? Since Blake happened. The two are polar opposites and yet both are quite good-looking—I admit that Blake is exceptionally the better looking one but
still
Kyle can hold his own.

    
I ran out of the breast tape but I can’t openly admit that to him.
Some tidbits like this teeny secret
shouldn’t be openly shared with men. W
omen have to keep
a façade of
look
ing
polished and put-together
without much effort
.
We go
to extraordinary
lengths t
o look pretty. I mean getting
waxed down south is certainly not
an
enjoyable
experience. B
ut we do it to make it pretty neat and all in order down there. Wouldn’t it be ghastly when it’s all bush-whacked and a curly riot when you spread it open?
I smiled thinking
what would Blake think
i
f
I did that to him. His face would be priceless.

      Ooookay
there…..that’s enough of Blake!

      I checked my phone for messages for the umpteenth time with weighing disappointment before inserting it into my purse. No messages. I took a deep breath and headed out the door with
a lively looking
Kyle.

    
While in the cab, he was busy replying
to
emails and listening to his voicemails.
Sigh, people in business…it doesn’t matter what industry—be it
be finance, music, hotels, art or what
ever
…they’re all married to their phones.

     When Blake asked me earlier today if there was any cha
nce of us getting back together,
I honestly couldn’t answer him so I dodged it,
with sex
. I do want him with every fiber of my entire being but I can’t let myself.
It was simply impossible to be with him when he’s surrounded with countless of gorgeous women.
Also
my trust died and frittered away the moment he admitted the engagement he so cautiously concealed from me.

    
I mean look at him
now
—he’s out on a date
with her
for crying out loud!
I bet the man has a battalion of floozies waiting and wanting his attention. Apart from the
godlike dark handsome beauty, hi
s wealt
h and prominent social stature combined are
aphrodisiacs for most of his harem
. Mix all three and it’s a corybantic
dreamy
concoction.
He’s quite the dark lothario and
a small part of me actually is
glad that he and I aren’t together.
Who can trust a Casanova?
Well, I sadly did at one point.

     We had sex last night and this morning.
N
ow he’
s out with Camilla
.
Who does that?
Clearly, o
ne that
knew what he wanted,
kn
ew
what he’s capable of
and
his
worth
.
Did he
ever
really love me? Or was it because we had such a great combustible bedroom chemistry
that he thought he loved me?

    
Go ask the damn
ed
man if you’re so curious, Sienna.
I scolded my puzzling thoughts.

    
Am I really going through with the sexual pact I made with him this morning? U
gh
,
you did
throw yourself at him. Or have you forgotten that you stripped naked and basically begged him to touch you?

    
I’m such an idiot. I’m drunk with wanting and lusting after Blake
it’s vexing on my sanity
especially
after he threw that proposition during sexy time.
He’s highly addictive and I thought then—why not indulge in a five-night all out sexual debauchery with him for the last time?
N
ow I’m hesitant.
How many last times are there going to be?
One too many it seems.

    
There a
re only two
outcome
s
if I do
decide to
go.
First,
I would f
eel relieved, happy and so over him that I would be ecstatic prancing back to
jolly England. Or I’ll be
hurt and fall even
more
guilelessly in love
with the very man himself and his Trojan horse lovemaking antics. I’m a tad convinced that the latter option would be the
logical
conclusion of the licentious holiday. Tricky situation this is. Could I postpone it and have a rain check when my emotions are in order and not treacherous?

     I groaned in misery.

     Tonight,
I promise
I won’
t think of Blake
o
r thoughts of him
together with
“
the very one
”
Camilla
. I
will not give him
the power to hurt me
, not
anymore.

     “We’re here! Come on
F
oxytrot
!
” I rolled my eyes at him. Since, the boys from TCC started calling me foxy, he put my love of dancing and came up with the nickname. Foxy and foxtrot put together equals
F
oxytrot.
Lame really, but
he’s
adorable for being a lame dork.

     We were ushered in a private lift and when the doors opened, the party was just getting started. The penthouse occupied the entire floor with a private terrace and a big Jacuzzi sitting in the far right corner. “I had to make a special request for that to be brought in. I wanted the guys to have a blast. They’re picking up good momentum with fans and I need them to be happy before they start recording next week.”

     “I don’t doubt they’ll have a blast
.
”
T
he terrace had black outdoor rattan setting and the interior inside was contemporary chic. A lot of golden and neutral hues and dark furniture, the outcome was
luxurious,
posh and soph
isticated without going for
overkill.

     “The band isn’t here yet—but as you can see some guests arrived already. They’re on their way and should be here soon. Let’s go put your purse somewhere safe.” He guided me through doors and stopped
at
the double doors. He pulled out a key and opened it. The room imitated the hues from the rest of the theme outside but th
e bathroom was all black marble
tiles
.

     “This is a beautiful suite, Kyle. Are you sure it’s okay to leave my things here?”
I asked and sat on the bed.
So soft…g
osh
, I don’
t want to leave the
room and party. I’m so tempted to order room service and go through their movie selection.

     “This room’s for me. The guys can take the rest of the rooms. Feel free to leave your belongings anywhere. This
room
is secured.” He strolled over to me and handed me a
card
key. “Here, just in case it gets crazy tonight and you can’t find me and you want to rest, puke or if you feel tired. I want you to be safe.” 

     “That’s very thoughtful but we have a problem. As you saw earlier, I’m not wearing a bra. Where do you suppose I put that? Tuck it in my underwear?”His eyes darkened and he cleared his throat.