Suddenly Dirty(75)

“Evan, Evan, are you there?” Charlotte shouts down the phone.

I’d totally spaced out on her.

“Hey I have to go, but when you get a chance check your emails, I sent some pictures from the tour. Okay, I have to go, wish me luck.”

Axel has been impressed with Charlotte’s photography and asked if I would be okay if we hired her as our new in-house photographer for the label. Having my sister back in LA with me; shit yeah I was happy about that.

***

Christian had finally dragged me out of my cave to some party. It was your typical Hollywood party, packed full of celebrities, hangers-on, groupies, wannabes, socialites; you name it they were here. The thought of moving on from Sienna made me feel sick; this startling realization made me laugh at how pathetic I had become.

“What’s so funny?” A female voice asked, as I stood by the bar.

Turning towards the woman, who was gorgeous, her large over enhanced breasts were the first thing to grab my attention and the dress that barely covered her pert ass and legs. Her long, peroxide hair falling in waves down her back, her chocolate eyes looking at me with lust. She knew she was gorgeous and any other time she would have been my type, but not anymore. All I could see was a petite blonde with jade-green eyes and great tits.

“Just realizing that I’m not over someone,” I state, taking a sip of my beer.

“That Australian girl who cheated on you?” The blonde asked.

Of course she knew who I was. All I could do was nod in agreement.

Her hands skim my arm as she says, “I can help you get over her if you like?” Her glossy red lips puckering up for me.

“Thanks, but no.”

Genuine surprise crosses her face. I’m guessing she’s not used to men saying no to her.

“I could make you feel so good,” she continues, as her hand slips down to feel my crotch.

I seize her hand, pushing it away from me. “Like I said, no thanks.”

“That’s just sad, pining after a woman who doesn’t want you.”#p#分页标题#e#

Turning and giving her a murderous look, I shout, “You don’t know anything about me, I suggest you find someone else to bother.”

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she walks away.

“Can I get a bourbon?” I ask the barman, who nods and walks away.

“Women like her are a dime a dozen in LA,” the barman mumbles.

Slamming back my drink I had to agree that none of them were Sienna.

It must have been a couple of hours that I sat at the bar hanging out with Tony, the barman, he listened to me complaining about Sienna. While he’s busy serving other patrons, I open up my emails to see what Charlotte has sent through. Clicking the email I see the gallery of pictures, she caught one of Sienna watching me on stage. That’s when I saw it; I saw the love that was radiating from her and the realization that I had fucked everything up because my pride was hurt. Maybe I could fix this; maybe we could make this work.

There was a second email from Charlotte, the subject line written in capitals.

READ THIS!!!!!!!!

It got my attention.

Evan, I spoke to a photographer friend and asked about photos from the day Sienna met with Beau and they sent me this. Thought you should look at them, you might find it interesting.

Love you, Char xoxoxo

Opening up the photo gallery, pictures of Sienna and Beau flash at me. They are from every moment of that that day; frame by frame; from the time she arrived until the time she left. Sienna didn’t look happy when she entered, her arms crossed in front of her, Beau’s face had a large smile plastered across it but Sienna didn’t seem impressed. Then the next set was of her leaving; it showed her walking out first with a scowl on her face. Then Beau’s hand grabbing her arm and turning her around. The look of shock written all over her face; followed by the pictures of that kiss.

I can see it clearly now, she doesn’t seem like she is enjoying it at all. I see her hand coming up and slapping Beau’s cheek. The shock on his face as he takes it. She looks like she is screaming at him, waving her finger in his face then she turns on her heel and leaves. Beau slumps against the door, tears in his eyes as he watches Sienna walk out of his life. Fuck, I got it wrong. I rub my hand over my head in frustration. She was telling the truth; I should have listened.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I frantically reach for my phone to send her a text, the first one in two weeks.

Evan: I’m sorry Sienna. I’m coming for you. Please forgive me.



Would she want to talk to me again? Have I blown it for good? Fuck, I still love her. Leaving a generous tip for Tony I make my way from the bar. I have to get to Paris. I need to get my girl back.