by JA Low
“I know, Evan, but still we haven’t been together that long, you went off to Europe and came home with a fiancée and a baby. They probably think I’m a gold digger or worse I tried to trap you.” She gives me a strained smile.
“You know what? Mom is over the moon that she is finally going to be a Grand momma. She doesn’t even care if you are a gold digger or if you trapped me with the pregnancy.”
She slaps my chest, letting out a heavy sigh. “Sorry, I’m being silly, it’s just Beau’s parents hated me and for ten years I put up with their shit.”
Hearing that bastard's name makes me flinch, I hate what he did to my woman. This wonderful, loving, kind, caring and fucking sexy woman that he let slip through his fingers. I know that fucker is crying into his warm beer in fucking London over losing Sienna. I know this because he nearly broke us up with his tactics and I only lost her for a month and that was too much, to lose her forever would suck. Putting my arms around Sienna, pulling her nice and close to me, I rest my chin on her head. “I can guarantee my parents are going to love you. I know this because I love you and that’s all they care about, that I am happy. And I am so fucking happy, darlin’.”
Sienna wraps herself tighter around me. “I love you,” she mumbles into my chest.
“Good and don’t you forget it, okay.”
Her head nods under my chin, as the bell to the security gate chimes through the house.
“They’re here.” Untangling myself from Sienna, I make my way to the security intercom.
She gives me a smile; I can see she is trying to calm her nerves. I press the security button letting the large steel gates open. I watch as the limousine makes its way up our long driveway, giving me enough time to make it to the front door, opening it to greet them. My mom is the first to jump out, the excitement is radiating off her. My parents were young when they had me so Mom’s is in her early 50’s but she looks like she could be more my sister than my mom, she was a former Texas beauty queen. She is still stunning after all these years, dressed in slim fitting jeans, a white blouse, and cardigan wrapped around her shoulders, looking like she has just stepped out of a catalog. Her blonde hair pulled up in an elegant bun and her trademark red lips on display. “Evan.” She smiles running toward me, I scoop her up into a big hug, swinging her around listening to her squeal. It’s been a while since I’ve caught up with my family, as much as I grumble about them, we really are close.
Mom’s eyes drop to Sienna once she rights herself from my zealous affection.
“Mrs. Wyld it’s nice to meet you,” Sienna says quietly, holding out her hand to my mom.
Mom’s hands go straight to Sienna’s ever expanding stomach. “Oh my God, is that my grandbaby.”
Sienna smiles. “Yes it is.”
I can see the tears in Mom’s eyes. “Thank you,” she cries, pulling Sienna into her arms. “Thank you for saving my boy. Thank you for making him so happy.”
Sienna is looking a little bewildered by Mom’s reaction and honestly so am I.
“Mrs. Wyld, it’s he who made me happy,” Sienna adds, as they break their awkward hug, her eyes falling on me.
“Either way, I am so happy you found each other and we are happy to have you as part of our family.” Mom smiles giving Sienna’s hand a little squeeze.
That’s when I see Sienna’s body relax.
“Y’all, is Mom being weird again?” Dad asks, interrupting our moment.
“Oh hush will you. I am just so happy,” Mom chastises Dad as he snuggles up to Charlotte. Charlotte was the one who picked them up from the airport.
I introduce Dad to Sienna, he too touches her stomach.
“Oh my God, he just kicked me.” Dad looks at me in awe at that moment.
“Really, Greg?” Mom asks.
“Yes darlin’, a nice big boot. I think he is going to be the next punter for the Texans that boy.” Dad marvels.
“No way, my grandbaby is not playing football, it’s too rough,” Mom argues.
“What and surfing isn’t?” He retorts, but Mom just waves her hands at him. My brother Jake is a pro surfer; he’s now moved into big wave surfing which is really risky. At least the only thing that is risky in my job is an overzealous fan not a 100-foot-high wall of water.
“Y’all leave poor Sienna’s stomach alone and come inside,” I say proudly, wanting to show off my first home to my family. I may have made millions and invested wisely but I never wanted to put roots down anywhere. I was happy traveling around the world but that all changed when Sienna walked into my life. I did purchase my Mom and Dad’s home in Houston for them. It’s close to the golf club for Dad and has a large entertainers’ kitchen for Mom, they deserved something nice after all the sacrificing they did for us kids.
“Knock, knock, knock,” a deep voice calls out from behind us.
“Jake!” I jump up off the couch and head toward the front door where I find my baby brother. Fuck, the kid has been working out, his t-shirt is stretched tight over his torso, he’s buffed up and is looking fully cut. I’ve also noticed some new ink on his tanned arms, still not as many as me, but he’s not far behind. He greets me with a large smile and we slap each other on the back in a hard, manly hug.
“I’ve missed you, man,” Jake says smiling at me. “Dad!” His blue eyes catching sight of our father over my shoulder, they both greet each other.
“Beer, man?” I offer, holding up a bottle of Bud from the kitchenette.
“Yeah, thanks,” he replies, sinking into one of the large, black leather theatre chairs, we had been sitting in.
“Evan this is a sick set up,” Jake says, rubbing his hands over the butter like leather.
“I know, Sienna calls it my man cave,” I reply, handing the two beers over to them both.
“I just met her,” Jake mentions, taking a big sip of beer.
“Yeah, and?” Not that I need my brother’s approval but it would be nice.
Jake looks toward Dad then back at me. “She’s hot man.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
I throw a cushion at him, the fucker. “You better not be checking out my fiancée, man.”
He holds his hands up surrendering. “I’m not blind man, plus she has a great rack.” He indicates making boobs with his hands.
That’s it, before he knows it I have tackled him to the floor, we wrestle each other, knocking over empty bottles of beer and hitting the coffee table. Dad grabs the bowl of popcorn before it ends up on the floor.
“I think all my wet dreams have come true,” Derrick hollers from the doorway, making us stop. “Please don’t stop.” Taking a seat in the chair directly opposite us, he continues, “I was enjoying the show.” He grabs a handful of popcorn from the bowl Dad is holding.
Jake and I jump up, brushing ourselves off.
“Jake, Dad, this is Derrick, Sienna’s best friend,” I say, introducing them all. Jake raises his eyebrows at me.
“Don’t worry, Jakey, I would rather bone your brother than Sienna, if that is what you’re thinking?”
Jake is stunned and Dad chokes on his beer. Yeah, Derrick is an acquired taste especially at the beginning.
“So this is your den of debauchery?” Derrick asks eyeing off all my toys.
“Sure is and no you can’t watch porn on the big screen.” I’ve been around Derrick long enough to know that is exactly what he is thinking.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it though?”
I am not going to tell him I had that exact thought the other day.
“Any way you want a beer?” I offer, changing the subject and grabbing him a bottle.
48
Sienna
Evan’s parents are so lovely; they have welcomed me into the family with open arms. Carol, Evan’s mother, is wonderful, never overstepping her place in our home, making sure I am okay and not overdoing it. She reminds me of my own mum who I am missing terribly but I will see her very soon at Christmas for the wedding. Yvette flew in from
Paris yesterday so today we are meeting her at the boutique to go through the dress options she has for me. I tried many different styles at her Parisian boutique just after becoming engaged, but now my stomach has grown and the styles I liked might not be suitable anymore. She’s bringing a couple of dresses she thinks would be perfect for me.
Carol, Charlotte, and I drive down to West Hollywood to the boutique while Evan, Jake and his dad, Greg, go to the country club to play a round of golf and have some guy time.
“This is your shop?” Carol marvels as we pull up to the curb.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I say proudly, because the shop really is beautiful. Elegant and classic mixed in with a bit of Hollywood glitz. The exterior is old, red brick with a black and white striped canopy hanging over the glossy black front door. Two large windows set on either side of the entrance show off our displays. We are currently showcasing our Thanksgiving/fall inspired looks, which Stacey and Derrick worked hard on. The window display is stunning, various fall colored leaves scattered over the floor of the window, the mannequins dressed in fall outfits. Hanging from the ceiling are old tree trunks making it look like a forest behind the mannequins and that the fall leaves have fallen from them. We get so many people coming in complimenting us on our displays.
“Wait till you see inside, Mom, it is heaven,” Charlotte adds.
Our driver opens the door for us, helping us out of the car. There, standing at the shop's front door, is Derrick waiting for us. Dressed in his uniform of dark blue jeans, tight white business shirt with the cuffs rolled up showing off his tanned, muscular arms. He looks like a model. A cheeky smile drifting across his scruffy face.
“Ladies, welcome to Derrick Jones boutique, stylist to the stars,” Derrick announces with great flair.
“Um, I thought the name on the shop window says, Wyld Jones?” I point to the large sign overhead.
Waving his hands at me he utters, “Semantics.” And then laughs. “Sorry let me start again. Welcome to Wyld Jones boutique, home to Derrick Jones, stylist to the stars.” He gives me a wink.
“I have something to show you, Evan.” I hold the rope that is attached to the sheet hanging over the shops brand new sign.
“What’s with all the secrecy, sweetheart?” Evan enquires.
“I wanted to show you just how much I appreciate your support with my business venture,” I tell him, feeling a little emotional about it all.
“I would support you in anything you want to do as long as it makes you happy.” He kisses my head.
“Okay, are you ready?” I smile building the anticipation. Evan nods and with one quick tug on the rope, the sheet falls down and displays the shop's name in big bold letters WYLD JONES.
Evan is shocked. I can see it on his face. The realization that I have used my soon to be married name as the title of my new business.
“Sienna.”
I place my hand on his arm. “Do you like it?” I wonder if I have over stepped using his name for something so public.
“Do I like it?” He repeats my words. “I fucking love it!” He pulls me into his arms and swings me around giddily. “I fucking love you.” His mouth captures mine as my feet hit the pavement again. “You have made me so fucking happy, Sienna.” I smile because this man makes me so fucking happy.
“Do you have any idea how hard I am going to be, sitting at my desk, looking out the window of my office and seeing my name there on your building. Knowing that you are telling the world that you are mine and mine only?” His voice drops low, his tone vibrating over my body.
“Baby, I need you, like right now!” He whispers into my ear, sending shivers over my heated skin. “Please tell me you have the shop keys?”
“Yes, here,” I say, handing him the keys.
He swipes them from me, unlocks the front door, pulling me in behind him.
“Fuck, Sienna, you got my dick hard,” he groans, slamming the door shut behind us. Before I know it he has my back pushed up against the wall, his hard pelvis pushing against mine. “I need to fuck you, Sienna.” It is not a request; it is a statement. “I need to show my woman how she is mine.”
I love it when Evan goes all alpha on me, it’s fucking hot and makes me wet. His fingers disappear underneath my skirt, knuckles skimming the cotton of my underwear. “Evan,” I breathlessly moan, feeling his heavy weight against me.
“Yeah, darlin’, I know.” His finger slips underneath the material of my panties finding me wanting.
“I can’t wait until you are legally Mrs. Evan Wyld,” he growls, as his finger slips deeper inside of me.
“I can’t wait until you're my husband,” I moan as his magic fingers find the sensitive bundle of nerves within me.
“I am going to make you so fucking happy.” Evan smiles against my collarbone as my body begins to tense with my impending orgasm.
“I am so fucking lucky, Sienna. I want to show you every single day how lucky I am to have you.” His teeth bite into my skin; it feels so good. My hands fumble with the buckle of his jeans.
“Evan, I really need your cock inside me,” I complain, which makes him chuckle.
“Always so impatient for me to fuck you aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Just shut up and do it, I scream internally, my fingers trying to pull out his glorious cock, trying to hurry him up. Finally catching up with how frantic I am feeling, Evan’s fingers slip out of me, coating the pink head of his hardness with my wetness. His ocean blue eyes meet mine as he pushes my underwear to the side. Inch by glorious inch he slips into me, our eyes never leaving each other. The intensity hovering all around us.
“Fuck, Sienna, I am never going to get sick of sinking into you.” Feeling Evan fill me, I wrap a leg around his hip helping him to go deeper, his steady rhythm punishing me.
“Sienna Hayes you are mine,” he murmurs into my neck.
“I am yours,” I pant.
Evan’s hands move from the wall and clasp under my ass, lifting me up higher. I bring my other leg around wrapping myself around him as he continues to fuck me. His prince albert hitting me in that perfect spot it knows so well. I can feel my body start to tingle deep down.
“I’m going to come,” I scream, feeling the sensation wash over me as Evan applies more pressure against my clit with his pelvic piercing. It is one way to guarantee I am soaring. “Evan!” His name echoes through the empty shop, reverberating back over us.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Evan chants on a strangled moan as he comes.
We both need a moment as we float back down to earth from our orgasm. Evan pushes my sweaty hair out of my eyes.
“I love you, sweetheart.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips.
“I love you too, Evan Wyld.”
Shit, I can feel my cheeks are flushed after remembering that moment.
“Look at this gorgeous creature, it’s Evan’s long lost sister,” Derrick flirtatiously greets Carol with a big kiss and cuddle making her blush. They met last night when Derrick was at the house. Luckily Evan is okay with how much Derrick infiltrates our lives. It makes me love him even more knowing that he has welcomed such a big personality that is Derrick Jones. He is very much an acquired taste but that man is loyal to a fault and he is family. If you love me, you have to love him and Evan does in his own special way.
Derrick ushers us inside where we are greeted by dark, wooden floors, oversized white cupboards filled with the latest couture garments from Paris, colorful shoe and bag displays, and glass boxes showing off a rainbow mix of jewels. We wanted the clothes to be displayed like one large walk in closet, like something you might have at home but a more luxurious and larger version of it. Metallic glitter wallpaper lines the walls, an oversized silver gilded mirror stands at the end of the dressing rooms. In the middle of the shop are two beautiful, grey, crushed velvet sofas in an L shape with a gorgeous, large, silver, tree trunk inspired coffee table. Sitting in the middle of it is a large vase filled with an exotic, white orchid floral d
isplay. Hanging above is a bubble chandelier made out of fifty glass balls. It’s an amazing piece of art.
Derrick and I were aiming for a decadent, luxe feminine experience when you walked through the doors of the shop, plus if you’re showcasing couture the surroundings needed to match. The front desk is made out of a beautiful slab of Calcutta marble, with a vintage silver cash register which we had modernized to house the iPad point of sale system without losing its charm. Derrick and I love fresh flowers so on either side of the front desk are two oversized vases of orchids, plus a silver tray of cupcakes and cookies for our shoppers to indulge on. We also have a vintage champagne bar set up with a cute little bell that says ‘Ring for Champagne’.
“This is our retail section of the shop,” Derrick explains as we walk through.
“It is stunning,” Carol gushes, her eyes wide with wonderment.
“It’s not a bad place to work.” I smile.
“Follow me, and I will show you to the VIP section of our boutique.” Derrick waves us through, past the grey velvet curtain, down the hallway which opens out to one large open studio. Large glass doors with wooden blinds open out to the back grassed courtyard. This is a perfect spot for our VIP clients to be shielded away from the paparazzi as we have large rows of bamboo that line the back fence giving us a private little oasis in West Hollywood.
“This is Stacey, our assistant,” Derrick introduces.
“Welcome. Yvette and Vanessa will be out in a moment; they are just setting all the dresses up for you next door.” Stacey points to the doors behind her which house our offices.
“Please take a seat.” Derrick points to the silver, crushed velvet lounge. Two white arm chairs sit on the either side of the sofa, another silver tree trunk coffee table and orchid display sits in the middle. Derrick has set up platters of canapés on the coffee table and mini bottles of champagne and apple juice have been set up on the glass vintage dressing table just behind us. Stacey hands us our drinks, as I tuck into the canapés which are beef sliders, tacos, jacket potatoes and sushi as well as yummy mini churros, chocolate dipped strawberries and mini donuts.