جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 110

~ SIENNA ~Another deep breath. “One time, my parents had to hire security for the family. I think they were being blackmailed or something. Anyways, one of the bodyguards tried to… he tried to get improper with me. I was lucky to have my nanny walk into our garage at the time she did.”“Nanny?” he asked. “How old were you?”I understood the confusion on his face. People were always surprised whenever I mentioned having a nanny in my later years. “A mid teen. My nanny lived with us almost until I left for college.”“Oh. So what happened to the guard?”“My father nearly sent him to jail but I pleaded with him not to. He was disgracefully sacked and blacklisted for all jobs though.”Gavin let go of my shoulders and his hands balled into fists at his side. “I really want to find the fucker and make him taste his blood. Imagine being assaulted by someone paid to protect you.”I didn’t need to imagine. I had almost lived it. Margo nearly unfriended me when I shared the story with her and

~ SIENNA ~Honestly, that was one of my favourites but I would let him shred every single one of them to feel the electricity that was coursing through me over and over again. I gasped as the cool air of the room hit my pussy. My thong was now a useless piece of fabric on the slab, leaving me completely exposed. Gavin growled, a deep rumble that sent fresh moisture seeping out of me. “Are you wet for me already, babygirl?”I shook my head, as if he could not see my pussy glistening with its own juice. I hadn’t realized how turned on I was until my panties came off.He lowered his head slowly and kissed the side of my calf. Tenderly. All the way up to my knees. Then he moved to the other leg, calf to knees again. Then further. My heart was beating faster with every wet kiss. “Stop me when I’m going too far,” he whispered against my thighs. Funny. He had gone too far from the moment he let us be alone in a room. In no particular hurry, he kissed further up my thighs, approachin

~ GAVIN ~I looked around my art room and let out a loud groan. It couldn’t be a good thing that an extra room in my house now reminded me of Sienna. I could deal with thinking of her whenever I was in my kitchen, remembering her gesticulations as she recounted the craziness that happened on her New York trip. And I could deal with imagining her feet on my lap whenever I lounged in the living room, preferably on the exact part of the sectional where I’d sat giving her a foot massage. It was also endurable to, whenever I walked past that guest room, reminisce on how she had felt in my arms when I carried her into it, her long hair brushing against my face. But God, not here. This was the room I spent the most time in and now when I looked at the long countertop in the middle of the room, it no longer reminded me of the meticulous pieces I had created on it, but instead of a beautiful brunette writhing on it and moaning my name. Four days later and my brain still remembered how s

~ SIENNA ~That was the last thing I expected to hear after Gavin had spent the better part of three minutes staring at me while absently demolishing my bag of chips. I frowned. “What does that mean?”“Your eyes.” His gaze settled on mine again. “I always thought grey eyes belonged to people who were cold. Detached.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “But here you are — refusing to hurt a man who has given you every reason to.”I was going to tell him he had the wrong lashes for a man like him — thick, dark lashes, the kind women paid good money to replicate — and they framed hazel eyes that had no business looking that dreamy. But saying that would imply I was spending far too much time studying his face, and I couldn’t admit that. Not to him, and definitely not to myself. “Yeah, Margo sometimes says I’m not mean enough.”Mentioning Margo’s name to Gavin made me feel very guilty. All she knew about my interview day was that I had met Nicole and we had a fight. She didn’t know the on

~ GAVIN ~“Business first, party after,” I said to Max as we walked past all of it, the smell of cigars, alcohol, and sex trailing behind us. VIP booths were further along the room and had doors for extra privacy. We went straight into the last one at the end of the floor. It had been closed off for weeks now citing ‘electrical repairs’ but really, it housed the entrance to the bunker beneath the building. I’d been building it since the beginning of the year and God, had this bunker gulped a shít ton of money. But I knew it would be worth it in the end. People would pay anything for an experience and a brag. Getting turnt underground? Now, that was something. “Some ladies were staring and they can’t even see your face. Are you really that good looking?” Max said as we stepped into the elevator.I laughed. “You’ve seen my face, so you tell me.”The elevator began its descent. “I only give compliments to people I want to fuck,” he muttered. “Speaking of — the dancer I hired for yo