บททั้งหมดของ Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

~ SIENNA ~“I… it… this isn’t… oh my God.” I grabbed the traitorous device off the ground, shoving it deep into another carton as if burying evidence. As if it would make Gavin forget what he just saw. “Sex toys are nothing to be embarrassed about, babygirl — even though you got a rather huge one there,” he said with a smirk, enjoying my torment a little too much. “But if that is the reason you’d pass on the good time I’m offering, I’m sorry, you have no idea what you’re missing.”He waited for me to meet his eyes but my gaze drifted everywhere but in his direction. So he did something about it, and I found myself lost in the world behind his thick lashes. He had closed the space between us and wrapped his hand around my neck, tilting my head up to look at him.Our faces were dangerously close now. I could see the sharp ends of the thin, dark scar running across his cheekbone. I could count the hair strands that formed his stubble.I could kiss him. God, I wanted to. His lips, like

~ GAVIN ~“Do you think you’re jealous of your brother?”The question was direct — too direct, but I guess that’s the point of therapy. To help people confront the uncomfortable feelings buried deep in their hearts. When I walked into Dr. Sid’s office about twenty minutes ago, I thought I was ready to do that. But as the session progressed, I found myself less and less sure. The last few weeks had been an emotional rollercoaster for me. Beginning with my mother’s posthumous birthday which as always, reminded me that I was the reason it was ‘posthumous’.To Edward’s party which had me questioning my life choices. Then meeting my father again — and taking his not-so-subtle jab at the dining table. “…that’s more than I can say for someone else.”That clause was addressed to me and it refused to leave my head since then. Robert’s words kept repeating in an infinite loop. I thought I loved my life as the Tattoo Master. I thought I had gotten over losing the leadership position at the f

~ SIENNA ~I traced the delicious smell like a trained dog. It led to a takeout paper bag inside the tote bag sitting on her luggage. I grabbed it like it had my name on it.“Did you buy me…?”“Lamb chops,” she finished for me, her smile now wider. “Just in case a verbal apology was not enough.”“Awww.” I peppered her face with kisses, my lips catching some of her drying tears. “Don’t ever think I don’t know how much effort this took you. I mean, not just buying meat but bringing it into your home?”“Do I love you or what?”“Hmmm… I think so.”We both laughed as I helped wheel her luggage to her bedroom. Minutes later, we were back in the living room, lounging on the couch as she ate dinner and I devoured the lamb chops. “I think someone cooked Mary’s little lamb. These chops are so small,” I joked, biting one piece off the bone. At least, they were perfect medium. Margo grimaced. “Sorry, I don’t know much about these things.”“It’s totally fine. The thought is all that matters.” I

~ SIENNA ~My thumping heart literally gave out when I felt Gavin’s presence behind me. He was close enough that I could feel his body warmth and every scent my nose picked up was his perfume. I kept my hand on the door handle to steady myself because my knees started feeling like jelly. “What did I tell you about seeing other men, Sienna? Wasn’t I clear enough?” he growled.“You can’t stop me from seeing other people, Gavin,” I seethed. “And you especially can’t ambush my date with someone else.”“But I will. And I have,” he breathed down my neck. “Look at me. What part of me gives the impression that I like to share?”I didn’t dare look at him. My eyes stayed on my chunky bracelet, the silver surface reflecting the dim lights around the room. I swallowed the thick ball of saliva that was lodged in my throat. “You can’t share something if it doesn’t belong to you in the first place. I barely know you.”He straightened and cleared his throat. “You keep saying you don’t know me and t

~ SIENNA ~I winced at the correction. I still sometimes forgot to put the prefix ‘ex’ in front of ‘husband’ when addressing Harry. Margo didn’t have that problem; Harry was ex-husband from the minute I signed the divorce papers. Gavin continued. “You were gorgeous, friendly, and smiled like you had no care in the world.”My eyes stung as I went down memory lane. I really had no care in the world then. Not even the fact that my parents had just cut me off. I had the love of my life and that was all I thought mattered. “I was smitten right away. Of course, I was going to come over to see if my best lines could sway you but then I learnt you were married and aborted the mission.”“How did you learn I was married?” I asked, remembering I hadn’t worn my wedding ring that day. “I suspected from the stencil when I saw it was a man’s name, then confirmed from my staff, the lady who drew your tattoo.”I smiled sadly. Of course, she would know. I had talked her ears off with praises of my h