Nate
Standing at the railing on my terrace, I look at my watch—again.
Patience has never been my strong suit, especially not when it comes to Sienna.
The chef is busily working in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner. He’s setting up the spread on the dining room table: Kobe beef, Fourchu lobster, and Bluepoint oysters—at my request.
Only the finest.
In the center of the table sits a twenty-year bottle of Screaming Eagle cabernet sauvignon. It’s been sitting in my wine rack for quite some time, waiting for the perfect occasion.
That time’s finally arrived.
It’s a perfect complement to our reunion—and of course, the meal awaiting.
When I’ve finally had enough waiting, I hear the clicking of her heels on the wooden floors behind me. Turning around, I stop in my tracks.
She’s literally taken my breath away.
My eyes wash over her, taking in the full view from head to toe.
The Gucci dress she’s chosen hugs every fucking curve on her body, from her chest to her hips. Her perky tits peek out of the top of the strapless number, and the slits give me glimpses of her lean gams as she enters the room, walking confidently toward me.
Her long white-blonde hair is braided down her back, giving her that sophisticated look that many women try to pull off but fail. But not her.
She’s the picture of utter fucking perfection.
I’m so overcome with desire that my twelve-inch cock is straining against the front of my pants. I want nothing more than to release it, to wipe the meal off the table and dine on her instead. I want to splay her hair across the table like an elegant fan and see her writhing beneath me as I drive her to ecstasy over and over.
I want to make her mine, make her realize there’s nobody in this world for her, but me.
Somehow, I keep my wits about me.
If this goes on any longer, I’ll have a serious case of blue balls, too.
“It’s about time…I was just about go get you.”
I open the bottle of wine with ease, pouring us each a glass.
I hand her one and lead her out to the terrace, placing my hand on the small of her back.
“To old friends,” I lift my glass before swirling the crimson liquid around.
She takes a sip, and then licks her lips.
What fucking torture.
“Good wine,” she smiles. Like me, she’s used to the finer things in life.
I’ll always give them to her, too. Clothes, jewelry, food—whatever my lady wants, she fucking gets. I’m in a position to do that now, even if it took years of being a lackey and getting my hands dirty.
All that comes to an end now, though.
“It is. It’s a good vintage. Been saving it for a special occasion.”
“And this qualifies?”
“You’re standing here right in front of me looking like a fucking goddess. Yes, I’d say that qualifies,” I smirk.
I turn to look out over the terrace, admiring the sunset among the skyscrapers.
New York is a busy city, but the view from my penthouse paints an entirely different picture. It puts me on top of the world.
I certainly feel like that now. Sienna’s back by my side, after so many years apart.
“It’s been a while,” her voice is barely above a whisper. “I can hardly believe it.”
“Well, believe it. We’re here, together. I always knew I’d come back to you—it was just a matter of time.”
“I never forgot you either, you know,” she sips at her wine. “You were always there in the back of my mind.”
“Yeah…” I let my voice trail off.
My memories of her are nothing but fond ones. We were always close; partners in crime, you could say. Causing a ruckus was our thing, and making her laugh was my greatest pastime.
We may have come from different classes, but that never stopped her from becoming friends with me.
“This is a beautiful view,” she nods to the skyline, resting her arms on the railing. “You’ve come pretty far, huh?”
“Something like that,” I look over at her, unable to take my eyes off her cleavage which is now on full fucking display.
I don’t really want to talk about how I’ve made it, what I’ve had to do to earn this penthouse, my mansion, and everything else.
She doesn’t need to know the extent of what I’ve done.
Hell, she already thinks of me as a kidnapper and murderer.
The sad fucking thing is she’s not wrong.
We stand there for a few minutes, simply enjoying the breeze and wine.
“So what exactly are we on the run from?”
I suck in a deep breath.
I knew the question was coming, but it still momentarily catches me off guard.
“Edison Shaw. He’s the one that masterminded this whole plan, including kidnapping you and murdering your father.”
No use in sugarcoating it.
“And who is he?”
“Simply put? My boss. Not someone you want to fuck with.”
“And you did?”
“Yeah, by taking you. I was supposed to deliver you to him as part of the overall plan,” I take the last sip, draining my wine glass. “You can see how well that went.”
A sardonic grin crosses my face.
“Well, thank you for saving me from him…but I really do need to get back home. I need to see my mom.”
“That’s not happening,” my voice is resolute as I turn to look at her.
She doesn’t thoroughly understand the danger, I know that.
“Why not?” I can see the challenge in her eyes.
“Because it’s simply not possible.”
“My mom is all alone, Nate.”
“I know… I know,” I lean back against the railing, facing her.
I sympathize with her, I really do. I’m not about to explain myself though.
She just needs to accept my words as absolute, so I brook no room for argument.
“You said you were a good guy, Nate…” her voice trails off.
Her cerulean blue eyes are searching mine.
She’s not going to like what I’m about to say.
But I have to say it.
“You’re mistaken. I’m not good…I’m not anything. I’m sorry, Sienna, but you can never leave.”
The tears immediately well up in her eyes. It hurts me to hurt her, but this is reality.
And the reality is I have to keep her with me at all times in order to keep her safe.
Edison won’t give two fucks about killing her if he gets his hands on her.
I can’t let that happen—so she stays.
She chokes back a sob, and with tears streaming down her face, she runs out of the room.
All I can to do is watch.
I glance at the dining room table where the food sits, untouched.
Fuck.