All Chapters of Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ SIENNA ~ A married woman addicted to her sèx toy? Yeah, that’s me. If the poor thing could grow wings, it would have flown far away from me and never come back. I remember thinking it was overpriced when I bought it on a vacation with Harry in Paris but now? Now, I have gotten my money’s worth and more. With a sigh, I picked up the rose vibrator and increased the vibration level to the highest. Lately, my usual level was not doing it for me anymore. I inserted the díldo part of the toy into my pússy and brought the rose sucker to my swollen clít. My legs were spread as wide as the bathtub would allow, the scent of my strawberry body wash wafting around the large bathroom. Soon, my moans were wafting around too. In the beginning, I used to cry out Harry’s name but now it’s just ooooohs and aaaaahs. No way I’m moaning the name of a husband who hasn’t touched me in months. I tried not to think of Harry’s shortcomings and concentrate on the waves of pleasure running through my bod

~ SIENNA ~ Finding out my husband is fúcking his manager was bad enough. Getting dealt a smoky slap by that manager was the nail in the coffin. Convinced the day couldn’t get any worse, I agreed to go to a bar with Margo. Ever since the incident that happened the last time I was at one, bars had become my least favourite place — after hospitals. The music was slow but with a strong tempo; low enough to allow conversation, loud enough for guests to enjoy a dance. Just perfect. “Finally we get to hangout after all the times you cancelled on me because ’Harry needs you’,” Margo quipped, sipping her margarita like she was in a commercial. Forever the graceful lady. I couldn’t defend myself — she was right. I let Harry isolate me from everybody dear to me and what did I get in return? Lies, betrayal and divorce papers with the most insensitive conditions. It didn’t matter that I funded our wedding and honeymoon because he didn’t have much at the time. It didn’t matter that I spen

~ SIENNA ~I was sure I was dead so I didn’t bother moving my body at all. My only regret was dying with Harry’s name still branded on my skin. I didn’t have any children to will my properties to and better yet, I didn’t have any properties. The only people who would miss me were Margo, my dog Cakes, and maybe my parents sometimes?It was Gavin's intoxicating scent that made me realize my nose still worked and so I was probably alive. I tried moving my arm and it moved. My eyes opened next, darting around the studio like I would be asked to draw it from memory soon. I expected a gaping opening in the glass and shards everywhere but all I saw on the affected spot was a small hole with cracks spread around it like sun rays. The studio itself was so undisturbed, it felt like what just happened didn’t happen. Gavin and I were still on the floor of the studio, his body suspended over mine so that his full weight wasn’t on me. Smart. Since I didn’t die from the gunshot, I wasn’t about to

~ SIENNA ~“What are you doing here?” Harry finally broke the silence. We all knew exactly who he was talking to. “I should be asking you that, Mr. Thimble. Did you both miss your way to your hotel?” Margo snapped back, standing from the couch, comfort show forgotten. I was first mortified at the name calling, then relieved when I realized Harry didn’t know the context of the name, Mr. Thimble.“I’m in my house, Margo. I can’t say the same for you.”“Well, I’m in my best friend’s house. After her so-called husband abandoned her for weeks in a bad state, someone had to take care of her.”“How kind of you,” Harry taunted. “You took a break from your-““Oh, shut up-“ Margo was not going to let him finish.“Stop it, you both!” I shrieked, pressing my palms to my ears. “Can we not do this right now?”Margo and Harry fell silent, eyes shooting daggers at each other. I knew both of them enough to know that this was a pause not a stop. “Harry, can we talk privately?” I needed to know why h

~ GAVIN ~ Edward's posture stiffened — just for a moment, before he relaxed again. Or perhaps I imagined it, thanks to the smoke and shadows playing across my eyes. He didn’t remember Sienna. Hell, he didn’t even know her name. There was no reason for a mention of her to have any effect on him. His response confirmed as much. “Who? Dad brain. Jog my memory.” I was more than happy to — in a way that would make him mad. “Remember that day you got into a fight with some lanky guy at the gym and he floored you-“ “Asshòle!” he hissed, striking the bútt of his cigar against the ashtray. I shot him an unapologetic grin, knowing without a doubt that he now remembered. For a prideful man like my brother, getting his áss beat in a gym full of people was not an experience he would easily forget. Even if it was five years ago. On the day I met Sienna, Edward and I had gone to the gym together as part of our attempts at rekindling our relationship after my time in prison. We left shortly