CHAPTER ONE

*SIENNA*

“I don’t believe in love anymore. I whispered to myself as I drank the whiskey. “I felt it burn as it slid down my throat. 

“I’m not supposed to drink.

“I know I shouldn’t drink.

I have never been a headbangered alcoholist, yet I was one to-night. I simply wanted the pain in my chest to subside, at least at the moment.

But still, the  alcohol wasn't helping at all. 

Four  years ... .It took Damian Black four long years to finally tell me I wasn't gentle, kind and  sexy to him.

How could Damian say that to me when he had been praising me? 

What's wrong? 

And just a few minutes ago…. I saw pictures of him online. 

Apparently, he had gone to the UK with a Lady.

She looked elegant and sophisticated in the pictures. 

We just broke up like one week ago and he's already with someone else?

That left me wondering when he had met her..

Was she there before our breakup?

Had he been cheating on me? 

“Had I changed so much that I wasn’t gentle or sexy or considerate to him?”

Aahhhh

God!!!

“It felt like sharp knives were driving into my heart nonstop. 

How could he end what we had so easily?” 

Oh God. 

“Am I really expected to move on? How do I move on from someone like him?”

I poured more drink into my glass and drank everything on it. 

Someone sat next to me, and I suddenly felt uneasy.

I didn’t want anyone to catch me at my lowest.

I planned to leave and pushed myself off the stool, but somehow I found myself facing him.

He was a man.

I realized the silence was thick and tense.

I couldn't resist looking up, and there he was, standing right in front of me, a fallen angel staring back at me.

"A dark fallen angel."

With high cheekbones, alluring lips, and eyes that appeared to shine green and gold beneath long back lashes and black brows.

It caught my attention and made me pause and linger.

I felt a strange and overpowering impulse to kiss his mouth, to feel and taste its texture."

Everything took place in a nanosecond.

He started with, "Hey, beautiful lady."

For what seemed like ages, I was unable to comprehend the burning sensation in my stomach, the scorching in my blood.

I experienced vertigo and was out of breath.

I remained seated!

Sienna pull yourself together.

I got to my feet with a tremble.

"Please don't charge my account for this."

"I was about to leave...I was..."

"Is it too late to ask if you would join me for a drink?" He wondered.

Although I should refuse, his seductive and resonant tone struck me like a wrecking ball.

As I continued to stare at him, I sat back down, and a burning hit response swept over me. lighting a fire in every vein and every bit of throbbing blood in my body.

The space appeared to tilt when he gave a little grin.

" I said with miserable futility.

“He took off his coat and jacket, and under the thin silk of his shirt, the body I had only imagined was now right before me, strong and heart-stopping.

What is happening with me?

It has to be the alcohol and the breakup. 

The sound of water stirred me awake. I struggled to open my eyes, feeling sluggish and weighed down, and a sharp pain throbbed in my head. But the real surprise hit me when I realized I wasn't in my own bedroom.

Oh my goodness!!

This place looked too fine, too rich, too exquisite to belong to me.

The curtains were wide open, sunlight spilling in, and when I sat up, I spotted clothes scattered across the floor. My heart skipped. Shaking, I sank back against the bed and pulled the duvet tight around me.

What the hell Happened?

I glanced down at myself… my breath caught.

Oh my goodness!

I'm naked!

I pulled the duvet closer, refusing to accept it, yet when I glanced beneath again, the reality hit me harder than my hangover.

 Oh...

I felt so sore between my legs.

I suddenly remembered the events of the previous night. I had been drinking a lot and talked to a strange man. We somehow ended up in a hotel room together.

My cheeks were burning hot as I grabbed my thick hair and recalled him towering above me, sliding inside, and touching me over and over again.

“Oh God…” My cheeks burned hot.

He had been so good. 

But this wasn’t the time to think about that.

I had done the unthinkable. I slept with a stranger one night. 

Panic clawed through me. How was I supposed to face him? What would I even say?

I had to run. Leave before he stepped out of that bathroom.

I scrambled out of bed, dragged my clothes on with trembling hands, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door.

But before I could escape, the bathroom door opened.

And he was 

I froze.

He walked out with only a towel wrapped around his hips, water glistening on his skin. His broad shoulders, hard chest, and powerful thighs made my heart thud so hard I almost couldn’t breathe.

Damian, my ex , could never compare to this man.

Flashes of what we did in bed last night filled my mind again…

The way he held me, kissed me, and moved inside me… it made my body burn all over.

I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.

I tried fanning myself, but it didn’t help at all.

While I was restless, he looked calm like nothing happened.

And suddenly, his eyes locked with mine…

The way he stared made me feel stripped bare. Why does his gaze cut through me like this?

I saw him grab his wallet from the bed and I noticed it was full of money.

I opened my eyes in shock.

Oh gosh…..does he really see me as a prostitute?

I was hurt and angry, so I decided to respond before he did.

I pulled four hundred dollars from my bag and tossed it on the bed before he could say a word or offer me any money. 

I forced myself to look calm and folded my arms. Staring straight into his eyes, I said:

"You might be good looking, but your skills are terrible… so terrible they’re only worth a little money.”

I wanted to shame him before he could shame me.

“What did you just say?” he snapped, furious.

I swallowed my embarrassment and stepped closer to show him I meant it. Then I tapped his shoulder.

Well, maybe try giving a discount first. When you finally learn how to please a woman… then you can raise the price."

With that, I turned sharply and rushed out as fast as I could.

Behind me, his furious roar echoed, “Fuck!”

I knew then, I had truly provoked him.