by Angela Blake
Sienna rolled her eyes and mocked him. “Big tough manly man, I am Blaire, me man, you woman.”
Blaire tried to fight off the grin that threatened to erupt onto his face, “Are you mocking me?”
Sienna feigned nonchalance, “Me? I would never.”
“I would never,” he imitated her. Sienna playfully scowled at him as she pinched his arm. He raised both eyebrows as he watched her try to get him to yelp.
“What are you doing?”
Sienna grunted in frustration. “Trying to tickle you.”
An ear splitting grin erupted onto Blaire’s face, “Oh, really? And what makes you think you’ll succeed?”
“Well,” Sienna faltered for a second before regaining her composure. “Aha!” she exclaimed as she finally found his sweet spot. He yelped in surprise and inched back as he eyed her carefully.
“Now, we agreed that we wouldn’t play dirty, you can’t tickle me.”
Sienna stood up and pretended to brush imaginary lint off her pants, “Did we now?”
“Yes, we did.”
Sienna’s hazel eyes met his blue ones, and they were filled with mischief, “And yet you’ve been playing dirty for the past half an hour.”
“Well, you’re such an easy target.”
“Sexist.”
“Hey now, I’m all for women’s rights,” Blaire held up his hand in mock surrender as Sienna backed him into a corner.
“Oh, really?”
“Really, after all I do love women.” Blaire’s gaze turned heated as he began to peruse every inch of her body.
“Oh, is that so?” Sienna tried not to let his gaze affect her as she reached out to poke him. Before she could though, he captured her hands with his and lifted them over her head. He brought them up and around his neck and slid his hands down, so they rested on her waist.
“Oh, yes women have all sorts of assets.” He cupped her ass and squeezed it firmly causing a jolt of desire to sing through her veins, “and I love every single one,” his voice had dropped an octave lower, the register turning into that husky sound she loved so dearly.
“Mmm,” She responded as his hands slowly glided across her back before they rested on her shoulders and began to massage them gently.
A soft ‘Oh’ escaped her lips as she tried to remain in control of the situation by sliding her hands downwards and making Blaire chuckle in spite of himself.
“Now, now Ms. Hummel, if you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to have to punish you.”
“Just exactly how would you do that?” Sienna breathed as one hand traced the curve of her neck while the other was splayed out on her stomach.
“Like this.”
In a second, Blaire had shifted them around, so she was pressed up against the wall, and he was pressed up against her. He hovered over the pulse point in her neck as one hand moved down and hooked her leg over his.
Sienna’s entire body thrummed in anticipation as she wondered what he would do next. He grinded against her, and she could feel his erection pressed up against her, and it made her moan and claw at his back.
Blaire laughed near her ear and pulled back. “Impatient, are we?”
Sienna raised an eyebrow at him, “You wish.”
“I don’t wish, I know.”
“Oh, is that so? Well, just remember that as much as you affect me, I affect you.” She brought one hand up to rest on the front of his pants and stroked lightly.
His blue eyes darkened as he licked his lips. She moved her hips suggestively, and Blaire thrust forward in response. Sienna smirked at him as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. She leaned forward, and Blaire’s lips parted in response but before she pressed her lips to his, she whispered, “Just remember, I know too.”
Blaire groaned as he captured her lips firmly with his. He maneuvered them, so they were heading towards the couch. He gently lay her down on it and hovered on top of her.
He momentarily pulled back to toss his shirt somewhere in the room, and Sienna took the opportunity to take off her shirt as well.
Blaire began to massage her breasts gently as he pressed himself closer to her, both of them needing the friction. Sienna fumbled with the zip of his pants, and Blaire groaned as he helped her pull them off.
He reached behind her back and undid the clasp on bra, her breasts stood proud and erect and Blaire hungrily took one in his mouth while he massaged the other one.
Sienna arched back and groaned as her hips began to move of their own accord.
“Too many layers,” He grumbled as he yanked his mouth back and began to kiss his way down her stomach.
He paused and eyed her carefully as one hand slipped beneath her underwear. Sienna shuddered as she pressed herself closer. Blaire’s finger circled the sensitive nub back and forth until he was sure Sienna was completely ready.
He slowly, without breaking eye contact, lowered her sweat pants. He began to kiss her again, sweet at first, but soon their tongue began a battle for dominance as Sienna slipped her hands down to yank off her underwear.
Blaire was soon doing the same until there was nothing between them at all.
Blaire wrenched his mouth away and pressed his forehead to hers as he positioned himself. He gave her a quick kiss as he thrust into her quickly and swiftly.
They both moaned at the impact, and Sienna began to buck her hips as Blaire began to take her at a steady even pace.
Sienna’s hands stayed on his back as she dug her nails in. She placed both hands on his hips and pushed him harder. Blaire responded by gently nipping on her neck. He began to move faster and faster until both of them were riding out their high together.
Sienna shook her head as a voice floated at the edge of her conscience, “….maybe we’d better take ten?”
She blinked slowly and noticed that the whole room had stopped and were moving around except for Blaire who was staring at her from across the room.
She gave her colleague a thumbs up and took the phone out of her pocket. She made a quick phone call and tried not to acknowledge the tingling she felt because of Blaire’s eyes burning holes into the back of her head.
“Can we take a walk?” Sienna wheeled around in surprise as her hands went up to her chest.
“Jesus, don’t do that.”
“Sorry,” he grinned sheepishly.
Sienna eyed him for a moment before nodding, “Okay.”
He gestured for her to follow him as they made their way outside while a crowd of onlookers began to whisper and giggle. She knew what they were probably saying. They probably thought she was another conquest. They had no idea that Blaire and her had history. She knew him before he was the notorious womanizer with a bad boy attitude, tats and a motorcycle.
The tension between them was palpable as they walked around in silence for a minute.
Blaire finally cleared his throat. “So how have you been?”
“I’ve been good, you?”
“Good, good, so um,” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, a gesture that she had always found endearing. “You’re a photographer now?”
“Among other things.”
“What other things?”
“I teach a lit class at night for adults over in the community college.”
“Oh, that’s great, I remember your passion for literature. What else?”
Sienna wondered, why the sudden curiosity, but she thought he was probably just trying to fill the silence. “Well, I’m also taking a Spanish course.”
Blaire’s eyes shot up in surprise, “I didn’t know you had an interest in the language.”
“It’s pretty recent,” Sienna shrugged. “What about you? Big NBA star, huh?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he laughed awkwardly.
“Well, you made it. You’re living the dream, you got everything you’ve ever wanted, right?”
“Yeah,” he trailed off uncertainly before he nodded as if to reassure himself. “Yeah,” he said once more, with more convicti
on this time. “The fame, the money.”
“The women,” Sienna added for him.
Blaire had the decency to look chagrined for a moment before he puffed out his chest. “You know how it goes.”
Sienna smiled wryly at him, “No, I really don’t.”
“Well, it’s hard to date when you’re in the NBA, the lifestyle, the hours plus a lot of women would feel insecure because of the female fan base.”
“Not all women,” Sienna pointed out.
“True, but most women,” he conceded as they paused at a fountain and stood facing each other.
“It’s good to see you, Era, really.”
Sienna gave him a small smile, “You too, Bear.” The old name just slipped out unbidden, and it lay there in between them while Blaire stared at her carefully before striding forward.
“The truth is,” she breathed, “I came back because I had to talk to you.”
Blaire gazed at her. “Really?”
“Yes, I know that we ended things on a bad note,” Sienna saw a muscle tighten in Blaire’s jaw.
“Let’s not talk about that,” Blaire’s voice came out sounding pleasant enough, but with an undercurrent of restraint.
“We have to talk about it, Blaire. It’s been five years, and you still blame poor Mark-“
Blaire swiftly cut her off, his blue eyes blazing, “Of course I blame him, he had his hands all over you!”
“It was just a hug,” Sienna protested.
“Oh, really? Then why did it last for so long? And why did you look all cozy?” he spat out.
Sienna reeled back as if she’d been slapped. Suddenly, her calm composure fell away, and she glared at him with so much fury, Blaire took a step back in shock.
“How dare you presume to think that about me? When you’re the one who had women flocking after you all the time, and you flirting with them.”
“You know that it was just flirting.”
“Was it?” Sienna laughed humorlessly. “Your current lifestyle suggests otherwise.”
“ You don’t know anything about my life right now,” he shouted.
“Neither do you,” she retorted. They both stared each other down, breathing heavily, each unwilling to back down until Blaire strode forward in two strides, and their lips collided.
Sienna resisted for a second, unable to let go of her fury, but soon desire and love won, and she found herself responding to the familiarity of his kisses, the heat of his touch, and she tried to swallow back a whimper when he placed his hands on her chest and squeezed.
Blaire wrenched his lips away. “Is this what you came for, babe?”
Sienna shoved him back angrily, “You arrogant bastard.”
Blaire blinked, confusion written all over his face. “What the hell’s wrong with you? I thought this was what you wanted.”
Sienna ran her hands through her hair. “Of course you would think that. Is that really what you think of me? That I’m one of those women you can just use to satisfy your lust then toss them out?”
“If we both want it then why make it into something it isn’t?” Blaire shrugged as if it was the most logical explanation in the world.
Sienna stared at him dumfounded. “You actually believe what you’re saying, don’t you?”
“Well, why not? We tried to have a relationship, but it just didn’t work.”
“That’s because you didn’t trust me. First chance you had to question my loyalty, you jumped at it without even letting me explain.”
“What’s there to explain?” Blaire clenched his hands into fists. The memory clearly bothering him.
“Are you kidding me right now? There’s a whole lot to explain,” she jabbed him with a finger and shoved him backwards. She felt a little satisfaction in the fact that he stumbled back in surprise. “Your best friend, Mark, the one you’re so convinced made the moves on me, and that somehow we were sneaking around behind your back, he had cancer you freaking moron.”
Blaire stared at her, disbelief echoed all over his face. “What? No, that’s not possible. Why didn’t he tell me?”
“He was on his way to tell you that day when I ran into him, and he told me he had broken up with his girlfriend because he didn’t want her to see him like that, he didn’t want her to live with the knowledge that she might lose him and watch him slip away.”
“But Clarissa never would’ve left him if she had known,” Blaire echoed.
“She didn’t know,” Sienna said finally quietly. “He made her believe that he just didn’t want it anymore because he knew that if she had even an inkling that she would never let him go.”
“You’re lying,” Blaire said through gritted teeth.
Sienna’s eyes blazed with fury. “Am I? Go ask Mark. Who, by the way, is cancer free.”
Blaire nodded, but before he could say anything else, Sienna held up her hand to stop him. “That’s not why I came back, Blaire.”
“Why did you then?”
“I tried contacting you for so long after that, but you never returned my calls, and you moved away, so I couldn’t come see you. I wasn’t sure if I was right or not, but a few weeks later, I went to see a doctor, and it was confirmed, I was pregnant Blaire.”
Blaire’s blue eyes snapped up to meet Sienna’s hazel ones. “What?”
“I tried to contact you to tell you I was pregnant, but after I saw how quickly your career took off, and the kind of lifestyle you began to develop, I didn’t want the baby anywhere near that.”
“You kept it?” Blaire echoed incredulously.
“Of course I kept her,” Sienna said. “Best decision I ever made. She’s beautiful, Blaire. She has your eyes. I kept her away all those years because I didn’t want her growing up in the lime light, but Gracie is almost 6 now, and she really wants to meet her dad.”
Blaire muttered under his breath as he began to pace back and forth while raking his hands through his hair. Sienna watched him, wondering what his reaction would be. He finally stopped in front of her, and his jaw worked as he tried to formulate a sentence. “I think you’re lying.”
“Excuse me?” she asked incredulously.
“You expect me to believe that you showed up after all this time, when I’m making more money than ever, and I’m as famous as ever, because I have some daughter I never knew about? No, that’s crap.”
“Is that really what you think of me? That I’m some fame-loving gold digger?” Sienna asked, her voice sounding like ice.
Blaire crossed his arms over his chest, “People change.”
“Apparently they do,” she threw a picture on the ground in front of him, “Screw you, jackass.”
She glared at him one final time before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving him to stare after her in fear and disbelief.
Sienna stormed into the studio and went straight to her office where she shut the door and leaned against it to take deep breaths. She hadn’t meant to let the truth come out that way, but Blaire had a way of getting under skin so quickly and so thoroughly, he made her lose all sense of rationality and reason.
She took a deep calming breath, exhaled then took another one. She had wanted them to have a nice, adult conversation without any yelling or accusations or insults, but somehow they had gotten each other riled up.
She just couldn’t believe he’d think she’d be after his money.
She supposed it was fair of him to think that given that some of the women he’d been around the past 5 years had been interested in the Blaire Hamilton brand, not Blaire Hamilton the person.
She honestly wasn’t going to tell Grace who her father was until she was older, much older, and that way she could decide on her own whether or not she wanted anything to do with him. She had hoped that in the meantime he’d shape up and get his life in order.
That all changed when she snuck a peek at Grace’s wish list for Santa and saw that all she had written was that she wanted to meet her dad.
Her heart broke for her daug
hter right then and there, so she called her mum, and after a long talk, they both reached the same decision.
She would approach Blaire first on her own, and if he was interested, she’d bring him to Grace, but if he wanted nothing to do with her, she’d simply pretend nothing happened, and Grace would be none the wiser. That way she could keep her daughter safe, and she wouldn’t be hurt.
Clearly Blaire wanted nothing to do with her, and Sienna dreaded having to go home to those beautiful blue eyes knowing that she couldn’t give her the one thing she wanted the most this Christmas.
Blaire
Blaire paced back and forth, the cigarette dangling from his lips as he anxiously yanked it out then placed it back, too riled up to even look for the lighter.
He stared at the picture on his desk as if it were some sort of ghost waiting to jump out at him, and he supposed in a way, it was.
If it was true, if Sienna was right, then it seemed he was a father, and he didn’t know a thing about being one. His father died when he was very little, and his mother had worked long hours to keep food on the table.
There was always the chance that Sienna was lying of course, but somehow that didn’t fit in with what he knew of her, despite what he said.
He felt awful for saying what he said, but he had blurted it out without even thinking. The past 5 years, all the women he’d slept with had only been interested in his fame, his money, or his sexual prowess. He supposed that had somehow affected how he viewed women, and their interest in him.
He dragged a hand through his hair and patted his pockets looking for the lighter. He finally found it in his back pocket, and he lit up the cigarette. He took a big puff and exhaled deeply as he dropped down onto the couch and stared at a blank spot on the wall.
He continued to puff on the cigarette, dreading picking up the picture and learning the truth because he had a feeling that he’d know. Once he looked at that picture, if he saw even an inch of familiarity in that little girl, he would crack.
And he didn’t want to.
He sighed deeply before he stubbed out the cigarette and walked towards the table with his heart pounding in his chest. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and with trembling fingers he picked up the picture.