“My parents made me choose her because of the baby. Dad’s exact words were: no Williams’ heir will be a bastard.”
I can’t breathe; I’m suffocating under the weight of this news.
“I wish she had never come into my life. I wish it were you having my baby.”
My stomach lurches and jolts at his words. My hand twitches, I wanted to slap him again; anger flows through my veins. “Stop, Beau, just stop,” I shout at him, taking a deep breath and straightening myself, this was the time to pull up those big girl panties. “I wish you and Diana all the best with your new family. I’m sure your parents are delighted with this news.”
“Sienna,” he breathes out, tears running down his cheeks.
“I’m moving overseas; I can’t stay here and watch this.”
“You’re leaving Sydney?” He queries, as his face pales.
“Vanessa offered me a job in LA.”
I could see the distress on his face. “When … when are you leaving?”
“Soon, I want a fresh start, Beau. I will not get it here.”
He took in a deep breath. “I fucked everything up, Si. My whole life is fucked.” He cried, letting out a heart aching sob.
“Yeah you did, and now you have to deal with those consequences because you are bringing a child into this world, Beau. You will make a great dad,” I encouraged, as I walked away from him, reaching for the door knob.
“Good luck, Beau.” It’s the last thing I say to my partner of a decade, slipping out the door of my home for the very last time.
Ever since Vanessa offered Sienna a job a couple of months ago, I have been anticipating her arrival. I have been slamming back beer after beer trying to bury the anxiety brewing inside of me. Knowing she’s arrived and is currently at Vanessa’s catching up with her is driving me mad. I’m a fucking mess, but thank fuck none of the boys realize this. Just another Friday night out with the boys at The California Bros.; our local bar. Normally I have better self-control when drinking, but tonight I’ve gotten wasted trying to put the thoughts of Sienna out of my mind.
“You alright, man?” Christian asks as we bundle into the SUV early in the morning heading back to his house. Usually, I crash at my brother’s house in Malibu when I’m in town but I’ve asked to stay at Chris’s hoping to run into Sienna in the morning. Fuck, I’m a sad bastard.
I shrugged at him, because there was no answer to Chris’s question. I couldn’t tell anyone about the thoughts in my head.
“Feeling old, man? Can’t drink like you used to?” Christian teases.
Like the fucker can talk, he turns 30 next year. Acting like a grown up I punch him in the balls and laugh as he squeals in pain.#p#分页标题#e#
“You fucker,” Christian yells, in a high-pitched voice.
Wasn’t long until we were back at his place. The house was dark and quiet; the occupants were either asleep or out.
“Night dickhead,” Christian grumbles, as he hobbles towards his room.
Making my way downstairs to the guest rooms that overlook the pool on the ground floor, not bothering to turn on the light, I throw my t-shirt off, kick off my chucks and socks as I walk. Fuck. I stub my toe on the stupid couch, the pain making my head even fuzzier than it already is. Pushing my jeans off I get them stuck around my ankles. Tripping me up, I land hard on my knees. “Motherfucker,” I curse, wrestling with my jeans. Finally free of them, I crawl into the large king size bed naked. My drunkenness is pulling me under and I drift soundly to sleep.
I hear a woman scream jolting me awake. I jump out of bed in a panic. The dark room is spinning, my hangover starting to seep into my brain cells.
“Who the fuck are you?” The female screams at me.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask, scratching my head. Because, shit I don’t remember taking a chick home from the bar. Not when Sienna has consumed my mind for the past 24 hours.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She is shaking the bedside lamp at me like it will protect her; it’s cute.
“Don’t fucking come near me. I have a weapon,” she whisper yells.
Sweetheart, I am a six foot three, tatted up rocker, that lamp is not going to protect you from me. Then it clicks, that accent, the way she is swearing at me it’s the same tone Vanessa gets when we are in trouble. Fuck, Sienna! How did she get into my bed? My heart is racing; this was not the way I wanted to meet her for the first time. I take two steps into the early morning light so she can see who I am. I don’t want to scare her any more than I have.
She drops the lamp, that’s when I know she has recognized me, her eyes widen as she takes in my naked form, making my dick start to stand to attention.