“Some drunk person spilt red wine all over me and I need to go back to the hotel and get changed,” he said. He couldn’t even look at me.
“I get that, I see the stain, but why the hell do you need me to pick out a shirt for you. I’m pretty sure you can do that all by yourself,” I huff, folding my arms across my chest.
“Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt your make out session so you could do your job,” Evan yells back at me.
“You’re right, Evan, how could I fucking forget that I am just your employee?” I yell back at him, turning my back to him now.
“Sienna.”
“Don’t, let’s get back to the house, grab you a new shirt so you can get back to your adoring public.”
We were staying in a luxury home in the exclusive Salamanca area. As we arrive, Sean opens the door for us and I storm upstairs towards Evan’s room. Opening the door, I ignore his scent lingering in the room. Walking towards his closet I pull it open and search through the racks of clothing, pulling out a navy shirt.
“Here you go, no need to worry about stains with this one,” I growl, slamming it into his hard stomach.
“Sienna,” Evan barks, grabbing my wrist.
“What?” I bark back, feeling the anger bubbling just below the surface.
Letting go of my hand he takes a step away. “Sorry.” It was all he said before he started to undress. Taking off his ruined, white shirt and throwing it onto his bed, he exposed his taut, tanned stomach. I hated how my body still responded to him; it wasn’t fair. It didn’t take him long to dress again in the navy t-shirt.
“Okay, well you better get going, your fans will be wondering where you are.” I quip, turning around, trying to get as far away from his bedroom as I could.
“You’re not coming back?” He questions. I could feel him behind me; the heat radiated from his body.
“Not in the mood anymore,” I answer. Not giving him a chance to respond, I hurry down the hallway towards my room and slam the door. My back pressed against it; the tears start to fall onto my cheeks.
Fuck, I’m a prick. I didn’t mean to let my jealousy get the better of me. It’s been so fucking hard watching Sienna dancing and flirting with men when we go out. Even worse watching her kiss them, watching as their hands slide over her body knowing exactly the way she feels under their fingers. But hearing about this Sebastien guy, knowing that he has been in her life for a while was too much for me.#p#分页标题#e#
The look on her face when she saw him – hurt like hell. The way she wrapped her arms around him, pushing herself up against him, I didn’t like it at all. As the night progressed, they got closer and closer until finally he kissed her. That’s when I had to stop it. I’m not proud of pulling the boss-employee card, the drunk fan was the icing on the cake giving me an excuse to pull her away from him. But I think my jealousy may have fucked things up. Should I let her go? Or should I sort it out? I hesitate for a moment working out my next move. I promised Sienna I wouldn’t hurt her and tonight I did. Walking down the hallway to her room, taking a couple of deep breaths steadying myself, I knock on her door.
“Go away, Evan,” Sienna sniffled.
Shit, she’s crying. “Sienna, please open up.”
There was silence on the other side of the door. I waited, hoping for a miracle when finally the door opened. Sienna’s eyes are red-rimmed with her makeup smudged around them. She still looked beautiful. Holding the door open, but not letting me in, she huffs, “What?”
Grabbing her face between my palms, I whisper, “I’m sorry, Sienna, I’m so sorry I made you cry.”
Her eyes wouldn’t meet mine, Shit! “Sienna, please look at me.”
Finally, her jade green eyes look up at me.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I just …” Just what Evan? You need to have a damn good enough excuse to pull her away from some guy and demand she come home with you. In all honesty I didn’t have an excuse other than being jealous. Words were not going to cut it right now, so I let my lips do the talking. Capturing her mouth in a kiss, a kiss that I have wanted for weeks, my body responding instantly remembering exactly how she feels, how she tastes. I want more. Except I feel hands on my chest pushing me away. I look at her and take a step back dropping my hands from her face.
“You think you can just knock on my door, kiss me, and I will forget about how much of an asshole you have been? If you think I am one of those girls you are sorely mistaken Evan Wyld,” She yells, as she slams the door in my face.