Chasing Mrs. Knightly (Chasing #5: Chasing Epilogue)

Chasing Mrs. Knightly Synopsis

After all the hurdles, the highs and lows, the love and hate, the ceaseless fights, Sienna and I had finally reached a full circle, coming together as husband and wife.

I had everything I could ever ask for and all the happiness I could ever dream of
, but I couldn’t help feeling that something was amiss…

This revelation cemented my purpose.

Chasing Mrs. Knightly

(Chasing Series Epilogue)

Pamela Ann

Chasing Mrs. Knightly

(Chasing Series Epilogue)

Copyright © 2014 by Pamela Ann

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A Vision…

She came as surrender, as my fate…

Renewed, merging with the very depths of my soul.

She touched a part of my heart that no woman had ever touched.

Sienna was all I had ever wanted, what I had dreamt about in such a time when I had thought and believed she would never find out what my true intentions were—the truth that had been hidden in the depths of my heart. She was like I drug—a possession I wanted to hold, to conquer.

When the perfect opportunity had presented itself, I had chased after her like I had never done in my life, giving my all to a woman even though I had no clue if she felt the same way as I did. Her newly broken heart hadn’t deterred me. I hadn’t pondered for a second or hesitated to capture her as mine. I couldn’t stand idly by and be the gentleman she once thought I was. When it came to her, I was all or nothing. The addictive, lust-filled needs I had for her in the very b
eginning spiraled into something so much more unexpected, something I hadn’t fathomed ever happening to me.

Falling madly, deeply, and ceaselessly with abandon was a new emotion for me. Furthe
rmore, even though it came as a surprise, I embraced this newfound yearning I had developed for another being. I needed her to breathe, to signify my life as a whole.

My love had no depth. It was a bottomless pit of overpowering emotion
I couldn’t control…

And even though I loved her to no end, there was something else I craved, maybe just as much as I wanted the very woman herself. It was a troubling fact, and yet it was something I couldn’t ignore. It gnawed at my soul.

Like everything in life, nothing came easy.

Thus, I was chasing Mrs. Knightly.

Pillow Talk

Approximately 6 months ago

“Sienna?” I murmured softly as I kissed her forehead
while mindlessly stroking her hair with one hand as I gathered her hand, entwining it with my other.

“Hmm?” she responded, sounding sleepy and exhausted from the rigorous physical exe
rtions that had gone on for about an hour.

I had recently purchased a small island off the West Indies, and it just so happened I needed an exotic, secluded place to take my newly wedded bride. This came as a perfect solution.

Shutting my lids, my mind immediately went back about fifteen hours ago, when my ever loving beautiful Sienna had proposed to me. The shock, the immediate rush of blood into my heart, thinking a heart attack was about to seize me before I made her mine, had actually flagged my mind for a second. But then the shock had worn off and it had been replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy and the profound love I had for her.

I still felt raw and couldn’t believe that she—Sienna, who I had been chasing for months on end—had finally wanted to marry me. Who would have guessed she was going to end up mine after she’d mercilessly broken my heart by turning me down following my epic disaster of a pr
oposal on the side of the road outside her building—my desperate attempt to make her see I was in love with her?

Beaming like the mad, besotted fool I was, I held her tighter in my arms, feeling quite blessed and content. “Thank you… for surprising me. I don’t think I ever told you how much it meant to me. I have never felt such love and affection. It’s flowing abundantly.”

Her golden eyes met mine before she parted herself from my body and lifted her face to match mine. “It was all for you…” She was smiling, though there was a thin film of tears in her eyes. “After what you did—never thinking about your safety and putting yourself in danger to save me—I could never repay you.” Her lip trembled as her eyes sought my depths. “Your love puts mine to shame, Blake.”

Our love hadn’t been easy. Even from the very beginning, it had been tumultuous and, some might even say, hazardous to one’s health. But all the fights and damning struggles we’d fought together were worth everything I had put on the line for my life. From the mind-bending battle with Camilla to Amelia’s wrath, Ivanna’s stupidity and Adriana’s attempts to separate us, it had been a never-ending cycle of destruction. Amidst it all, however, we had prevailed, stronger by the day.

How often had we doubted ourselves? Countless times. Yet, there was depth between us, an unspoken, inexplicable connection that bonded our souls. We were one. A whole. I would give my life every single time my wife was in danger. As for the ones who wished her harm, I’d settle that score myself. I had failed her once, and that fault had cost me greatly. I never would forget that error.

“Your childhood wasn’t easy. You were beaten and traumatized, and as the expected result, you carried these emotions to adulthood.” Her family was a toxic piece of the puzzle that didn’t contribute to her livelihood. Instead, they poisoned her naiveté and took pleasure in her suffering. They were monsters. What kind of adult would harm a defenseless child? Only a monster would. “I cannot fault you for something that was out of your hands, though it took me a while to unde
rstand, I shouldn’t have lashed back when you managed to hurt me. I was a fool, not realizing the profound pain you had buried within you. I promise, I’m going to be a better husband than a boyfriend.” My temper was rather horrid. It was like a short circuit, and it detonated when only slightly prompted, but I was a husband now, which brought vast responsibilities. I would try my damned best to cater to our marriage. “I cannot fully avoid not going on business trips, but I assure you, I will lessen my travels as much as I can. And when we do decide to have children, my trips will be much fewer.”

“Children, hmmm?”

Yes, children. Although, there was no rush, was there? It had been merely fifteen hours since I’d made her my missus.

“It is entirely up to you. Whatever suits your happiness, poppet.
”

She remained quiet, almost too quiet for my liking. When she did decide to speak up, what came next was rather unexpected.

“So if I decide to wait for…” she made an ominous pause before continuing, “Let’s say five years, you’re okay with that?”

“Five years?” That was half a decade. I would be thirty-three, pushing thirty-four. Add a
nother nine months before the baby’s born… “Surely you must be joking?”

Was she? I hoped she was, but when I saw her face, that mighty feeling went from small to miniscule.

She arched her brow, giving me a face that brought the axe to any man’s hopes.

Bloody hell. Oh, what of it! Surely she might change her mind, hopefully.

“Well, then…” I sighed with a heavy heart, “five years it is, amore.”

“You sure?” Her eyes zeroed in on me, noting everything. “You don’t look too happy, nor do you sound convincing.”

Bugger. Why was she so insistent?

Conceding with a sigh, I captured her pouty lip and kissed her senselessly. “I’m happy, as long as you stay loyal and true to me.” Which was quite more important after Kyle Matthews had almost gotten her for the second time. I would never dare forget that hollowed feeling of my gut being ripped apart and fed to the sharks. Seeing her stride into her apartment, wearing his dress shirt, still haunted me. The lacerating cut kept on opening every time I thought of that memory. It was the most painful kind of experience, one I never wanted to feel again.

“I don’t know…” she teased. “I smell bullshit in the air.” Sienna gave me an amused, doubtful look, holding such love and affection, making me forget about the past in a heartbeat.

Well, this wasn’t the time to reveal what my heart desired. “I’m serious.” Truth be told, I was content by just being us… for the time.

“So am I, Mr. Knightly,” she whispered with a wicked gleam in her golden eyes. “So am I.”

Band of Friendships

Approximately eight months later

Blake

“Isn’t she just so precious?” Chad asked in wonderment while his eyes filled with uncond
itional love for his new daughter, Belle. He was becoming sappy by the day, but I supposed this was normal to any relatively new fathers.

Eyeing Belle with a warm smile, I felt the longing in my gut. “Yes, she truly is beautiful. Precious in every way.”

It was heartwarming to see Chad’s joyous smiles without a bit of sadness in his eyes. Marrying Luke had cemented his happiness, and Belle simply had completed him. The once broken and fragile man was truly alive and living his life, filled with an abundance of love and support from friends.

Sienna and Lucy were in the kitchen, preparing for dinner while Chad, Toby, and I were in the living room. We were supposed to be discussing business, but somehow, the conversation seemed to have travelled from branching business endeavors to babies and how they changed a man.

Toby was still mourning the loss of his baby, and I couldn’t blame him that he remained distant from Belle. Not once had he offered to hold her. It was worrisome, but Lucy insisted he was dealing with it in his own way. I couldn’t even fathom how deep the pain was. If I ever lost my baby, especially if it was as tragic and traumatizing as what he’d gone through, I wasn’t sure I could cope from the loss. My best friend was happy and married to the woman he had longed for. I only hoped the scars Amelia had left hopefully didn’t burden him still.

We were all married, loved, and I couldn’t be any more complete.

~

“I want to take Luce for a honeymoon, but work’s been hectic, and I couldn’t take time off until three months from now.”

“Have you spoken to her about it?” Toby, from our previous talks, had already berated himself for not following the usual marriage formula. I would be, too, if I were in his shoes. He did, after all, chase after Lucy for well over a year, and in that same amount of time, he not only managed to get an ex-lover of mine pregnant, but he had also married her, to his own devastation. To top off the catastrophic events, Amelia had driven herself off a cliff to kill herself and, ultimately, the child she’d carried, days after passing. Through all those monumental events, Lucy had shifted and decided to fight for him. It was a miracle they had survived such painful ordeals, and I was glad they had come through it a much stronger couple in the end.

He shrugged, seeming torn. “Yeah. She says it isn’t all that important, but it is to me.” He tried to justify his reasoning. “I have wronged her, and I’m trying to make amends.”

“She loves you, and you’ve already paid your dues, my friend.” The first time he’d brought this up, I had actually offered my services to take over for the time being until they got back from said honeymoon, but the man was adamant about running his own business without anyone’s interference. I had kept the option open, though, for whenever he felt spontaneous and got off this hell-bent ride of trying to make a point to his family by building his own empire.

The man was gifted, and I had no doubt in my mind he would eventually get to that destin
ation. However, a part of me wished he’d slack a little so he could give in to his heart and take his bride off somewhere far away and quiet, where they could find peace and settle whatever dust needed settling. Despite my wishes, it was up to my friend.

“My offer still stands; just let me know. I’m always here to help you out, whenever possible.”

“I might take you up on that offer, Knightly. Just give me time. I will take my Luce out of the country very soon.”

After my talk with Toby in the library, Chad, the baby, and Luke decided to leave first, then Toby and Lucy came next. It was an intimate gathering with our friends and was only the second we had held since two months ago. We were all busy and had hectic schedules, but we made it a ritual we’d all agreed upon, setting aside a certain time to keep our little unit of friendships thri
ving.

Obliterating the rest of my whiskey in one, long gulp, I then made my way out of the library in search of my wife, finding her in the kitchen, rinsing dishes before putting them in the dis
hwasher. She was dressed in her four-inch pumps, a million pounds worth of diamonds hanging off her ears, a simple, and black modest dress, but put it on Sienna’s body and all modesty went out of the window. She was my little, sophisticated and domesticated wife. She’d made it an objective to be the perfect wife, though I thought she already exceeded the word in all aspects imaginable. Our dogs, Santini and Cookie slept a feet away from her, guarding their mommy.

I silently observed her softly humming a tune with her hips slowly moving according to the beat. The soft, steady sound of gushing water made the little sounds of smile and laughter und
etected. Sienna truly was one of a kind. Even from behind, the woman evoked absolute, unadulterated, raw sex appeal—a thirst that was hard to quench, even if I drowned myself in her on a daily basis.

As I came towards her from behind, she almost jumped when I wrapped my arms around her hips. “Well, hello there, amore,” I whispered into her ear.

“Blake,” she groaned before sighing with a moan. “I’m washing dishes…”

Nipping her lobe, I pushed my hardened state in between her warm bottom. “I know… you’re…” I grunted out, feeling the first signs of euphoria as I felt my control slowly slipping away. “…
washing dishes.” I finished the sentence just as I was about to lose it.

“Caro…” she moaned, knowing quite well that her body was responding to its master.

With her parted legs, it was easy for my hand to slip up the dress and seek her delicious warmth, prepped and quite ready for my invasion. Groaning, I lowered my zipper down just as my middle finger slid into her tight channel.

“You know how it drives me mad when you speak to me in Italian, mi amore.”

“Baby,” she gasped, breathless from my relentless onslaught, “can it wait?”

Wait?
Was she mad? “I’ve been gone for a week, Sienna. One whole fucking week of dreaming about your beautiful, greedy cunt, and now that I have you all to myself, you want me to wait?”

I had been in Brazil, finalizing a takeover that would be a new asset to Knightly Industries. We were tapping into natural resources from gas to palm oil. But I was adamant about deforest
ation, and once this takeover was finalized, the Amazonian trees would be off limits. It was one of the main things I wanted to focus on. Brazil was a massive archipelago, and though the Amazon provided a lot of resources, I’d rather not mess with Mother Nature that way. Besides, there was nothing beneficial in being greedy. If the board wanted palm oil, then we’d plant our own, though it would take decades to harvest. Somehow, I had yet to solve that.

Back to my lovely woman, even though she was protesting against my ministrations, she sure as hell didn’t move to stop me from touching her intimately.

“Did you miss me, cara?”

“Yes—” she hissed, frustrated. “You know I do. I always miss you.”

Seeing that she was more worked up than I was, I slowed down my pace, wanting to drive her a little bonkers. I’d give her two minutes before she would bring down the wrath of her sexual frustration. Because she always did.

“Have you been naughty while I was gone?”

“Wait. Why did you stop touching me?” she groaned before spinning around to face me, eyes sparking with fire, ready to wage war.

That was my Sienna. She couldn’t hold it together any better than I could. We were addicted to each other. It was a sickness, just as it was a blessing. It was nonsensical madness, and yet we couldn’t stop it. We thrived on it, pushing each other’s buttons until we surrendered to its wic
kedness.

“Are you playing games with me again? I told you to wait! And now you’re fucking with my body. I hate it when you do that!”

Bloody hell, she was truly riled up and quite ravishingly sexy too.

“I wanted to see if you were still as aroused as you seemed earlier.” I referred to the time b
efore everyone arrived earlier, when I had walked in literally ten minutes prior, straight from the airport, and had to dash in the bathroom for a quick shower where she’d walked in on me naked. Her eyes had roamed over me, greedy and territorial, but before she could do anything about it, the doorbell had rung, indicating our guests had already arrived.

Her expression right now was simply comical. I ended up smirking, which in turn brought out more anger from her.

“You think this is hilarious, don’t you?” she spat as she pushed her finger into my chest. “I get it,” she murmured, charging as she kept pushing me backward. “You wanted a jolly, good laugh.” Her golden eyes were dilated, but she stopped pushing when my back hit the kitchen prep table before she held the tip of my tie and pushed me into a chair then tugged on the tie to bring my face closer to her sexily bent form. She took a pause, admiring me sitting on the chair at her bidding. “Let’s ruffle you up a little, shall we, Mr. Knightly?”

Christ Almighty. Was it wrong to be so bloody fucking turned on when my wife dominated me? I was hopelessly hers, forever and bloody ever. Amen.

Anticipating what she had in mind, I sat back and let her do her thing as I felt like the luckiest man in the world. Therefore, when she decided to untie my tie before playfully tying both of my hands behind me, I didn’t protest. She then strode to one of the cream drawers and pulled out a black roll of cable wire.

“This should do,” she said with satisfaction.

Strolling over towards me as she strung the cable before making another go at securing my tied hands. “There, now we can start.”

Well
it’s about bloody time, my cock has almost died of suffocation and abandonment
, I thought haughtily before I felt the hot, stinging slap of her palm. It wasn’t hard enough to leave in imprint on my skin, but it was enough to shock me, nonetheless.

“What in God’s name was that for?” I gritted out as I met her eyes.

Sienna remained the same, her expression concealing whether the slap was meant to be playful or something else entirely. But then, that was before she folded her arms and took a deep, heated breath, her golden eyes becoming liquid gold, taking over the hints of green and amber. “That was for attending the World Cup and having your photo taken with that socialite.”

Fuck, I hadn’t realized that had made it to the pages. I should’ve known it would have eve
ntually made its way into the British press. I should’ve known, and yet I hadn’t thought much of it. The price of this idiocy was, it had made my wife a tad batty.

“It’s merely a picture, Sienna. Don’t tell me that got your knickers into a twist?” It was meant to tease her obvious, emotional state, but that backfired on me.

She was becoming wretched, emotions getting the best of her. “I’m a jealous woman—we both know this—and I hate when other women try to take what’s rightfully mine.”

I tensed before I looked at her squarely. “If you’re implying…”

Sienna audaciously rolled her eyes at me. “I know you’re not cheating. Of course, I do, but I just hate the fact that
they
still try. I warned you about this, and yet you never listen. Why’s that? Hmm?” She strutted back and forth, hips distractingly swaying, merely fueling the fire that needed to be unleashed in her cunt while I spitefully stared at her in awe and arousal at the same time I wanted to bloody throttle her beautiful self.

In midstride, she stopped before me, eyes never leaving mine as she slowly unzipped her dress before letting it pool on the floor. She then sidestepped the dress and kicked it to the side, sliding it against the pantry cabinets.

Mio Dio!
One whole bloody week, and she was dangling this decadent body of hers without mercy to my rabid cock.

“Sienna—fucking hell—I
need
you, cara.” Pumps, lace bikini underwear, and lace strapless bra was all I could think about as my hungry gaze took in her insatiable body. Her curves were calling out to me, to taste, to nip and bite. Why was she keeping up with this torture, anyway? She was just as ravenous as I was.

My wife, it seemed, had different intentions because she kept on talking,
not doing
. “So, in my infuriated state, I called your good friend who’d offered me that underwear modeling opportunity the last time we were in Rome. Remember him?” She paused for effect while I felt my heart hammering against my throat. “I
think
his name was Armani, was it?” She dug the knife in deep, right where it hurt.

My body turned cold. “Untie me—” I demanded harshly as I acutely stared at her. This time, I truly wanted to throttle her until she stopped talking all this nonsense.

She cocked her head to the side, smiling like a cat that got the canary, seeing I was about to lose my marbles. “I’m not done yet.”

“You will not flaunt your body, Sienna,” I harshly threw back at her. Over my bloody dead fucking body. She wouldn’t do it. She was using this to taunt me, and for me to finally listen to her demands. Well, this time, I was truly listening.

Her strutting came to a halt. “You flaunt yourself. Well, why can’t I?” her perfectly arched brow mocked me. “Besides, I’d love to see your face when I’m posing next to a hot, male model.”