Chasing Beautiful (Chasing Series #1) by Pamela Ann Read Free Book Online Page B

how men wanted to possess her, her beauty, her body, her beautiful heart.
    She’s next to perfection . And she was mine .
    How did I even manage to convince myself that I could be at the same party with her and not feel this? Savagely, I cursed my stupidity.
    She has always possessed power over me. No one has the capacity to drive me up the walls like Sienna can. Back then, she was it for me and yet she still walked away.
    I wasn’t enough for her. Never will be.
    I have to harden my resolve for my sanity’s sake.
    God, this is difficult! My throat ran dry as thoughts ran through scenes from a few minutes ago in my head, vividly.  How she looked lying there, waiting with desire— all for me .
    A ll mine and mine alone. But not any longer—she will eventually find someone—it wouldn’t be hard. I bet there’s already a line waiting.
    The idea of another man possessing her brought ferocious feelings out of me. It was jealousy eating me alive.
    I couldn’t go there.
    Not tonight.
    “Sienna—I’m not going to apologize for this.... seeing you again made it impossible to resist you. I remembered us being good together and I just couldn’t seem to help myself…. I had to have you….”
    “So, that was just a one-time thing then?” she said in a shaky voice. Her beautiful eyes rimmed with unshed tears. How I wanted to possess this woman. My heart ached. I hated seeing her hurt, but I couldn’t let her get to me.
    I barely survived when she left the last time. I couldn’t go there again.
    Steeling my resolve, “Yes, it is—it was—I’m with Brooke.” She didn’t even let me finish before she started yelling.
    “That’s fucking convenient! You had sex with me without a second thought to your girlfriend and now…. after you got what you wanted, you’re in a relationship again? !” her voice screeched.
    Sienna was beside herself.
    Man, she look ed even hotter when she was furious.
    I wanted to take her again, against the wall. I’m going crazy .
    I just want ed to reach out and kiss those pouty, swollen lips of hers senseless, for the last time. Just a little taste of her once more, before walking away.
    I hate feeling like this.
    This uncontrollable passion I have with her. I feel powerless against it.
    I have to get out of here— fast—before I start kissing her and fucking up more.
    Leave , now!
    I had to calm myself before responding to her accusing tone. “I didn’t use you. I asked you if it was okay before things got way too heated —and you told me it was fine!” I countered.
    I badly wanted to leave, but I hated seeing her upset and I certainly couldn’t leave without looking like more of an asshole after having a mind-blowing session in bed.
    I wanted to be friends with her, but it was impossible for me.
    That’s asking too much of myself.
    But I don’t want any hard feelings either . “Hey…we’ll talk this over when we’re sober and calmed down. I’ll come see you in a couple of days. How about we—” she held her hands up in exasperation.
    “You k now what?! This was a stupid mistake! I thought for a second there—that—that you might feel something….or it meant that you still….you know what? It doesn’t matter what I think! Let’s forget this ever happened, kay? Please, don’t try to contact me because I don’t want to see or hear from you ever again!” she said with finality and walked out the door.
    Out of my life.
    Again.
    Hell, Sienna!!!

Eight
    Sienna
    London, present
    “ Sorry about that. I had to step out a bit to finish a business call. I didn’t leave you too long, did I?”  Concerned look etched on his face as he waited for me to respond to his question.
    “No, it’s fine. Stop worrying Blake.” I smiled at him. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a worrywart sometimes?”
    Sippi ng his coffee as he gazed at me, Blake waited a beat before speaking. “Yes, you’ve often told me.”
    “It’s true . You’ve got to channel stress into