by Kylie Hudson
My heart is pounding as the ambulance races through the streets of Manhattan. “Can’t we go any faster?” I ask, pounding my fist on the seat beside me. The paramedic in the back tries to calm me down. I watch her sweet mouth covered with an oxygen mask and a tube sticking out her arm, and I know every second that she is away from the hospital is crucial.
Finally, we reach the hospital and she is rushed through the Emergency Room entrance. I follow behind in haste while she is being examined. “Doctor, is she going to be alright?” I quiz the attending physician.
“It is much too early to say, sir,” the elderly man responds. “But she has suffered trauma and we have got to get her into the operating theater immediately.” With that he rushes behind the attendants wheeling her away. I try to enter the restricted area, but I am barred. They won’t let me in.
So I take a seat outside, my hands buried in my head. My sins have finally caught up with me.
What if Siena doesn’t make it? All of a sudden, I cannot imagine life without her.
I finally accept the truth that I have been wrestling with all these weeks. The undeniable fact is that the twenty-one year- old Jamaican girl has now become my world.
I have fallen totally and utterly in love with Siena.
So I pace the floor outside the operating room, watching the hours ticking away on the clock perched on the wall. I can hear the tic toc ringing loudly in my ears. Time has never passed so slowly in my life. Then, after a few hours, the doctor emerges and walks toward me. “Are you her husband? He enquires.
“Her fiancée,” I reply. “How is she doc. Tell me she is going to live.”
The man looks at me, eyes dipping in sympathy. “I have to be honest, sir. She hit her head really hard. We have done all we can do for her, the rest is now up to God. I would suggest you start praying.”
***
Siena had been in a coma for three days but finally opened her eyes and regained consciousness before again drifting off to sleep.
Relief washes over me. She is going to make it. By God, my fiancée is going to be alright.
I sat by her bedside all throughout those three agonizing days. The hospital staff tried to get me to go home, but I got her a private room and basically moved in.
Today, I am almost nodding off as she sleeps peacefully. Then there is a rustle in the sheets. She opens her eyes and I jerk upright with a start. “Siena, you are awake.” I smile, holding on to her fingers. Her eyes flicker as they try and adjust to the light. “You are going to be alright.”
Then, on recognizing me, she gives me a look of absolute hatred. “Ryker,” she says in a weak voice, so weak that I have to put my ear closer to her mouth to hear. “Ryker Dean, I never want to see you again. Please go back to Los Angeles and leave me alone. I am never going back with you.”
CHAPTER 10
Siena
I choose to stay in New York and heal rather than return to Los Angeles with Ryker.
He does not fight me on the matter, deciding instead not to head back to Hollywood Hills, but remain in Manhattan and see that I receive the best care. I protest of course, but I am too weak to battle him and we spend the next few weeks holed up in his penthouse apartment, as I slowly regain my strength.
Unfortunately, I had suffered a head injury and fractured leg and collarbone, as a result of the accident, and the doctors told me I was lucky to be alive and that Ryker’s prompt action in getting me so quickly to the hospital probably saved my life.
So I guess I should be grateful, but then again it was his man-whore tendencies that drove me into the path of the oncoming car in the first place.
So I pout and ignore him for days, hardly acknowledging his presence, but instead dealing directly with the private nurses he has had assigned to me. Of course, he tries to talk over the matter that led up to the accident, but I am still too jaded and too angry with him over what happened to entertain his words.
Ryker has not left the apartment since I returned from the hospital, preferring to conduct business from his home office, while watching over me like a hawk. I can see that he is torn by what happened, but he should be. It’s all his fault.
How could I have been so silly as to pretend that this billionaire playboy, with more notches on his belt than a western gunslinger, could be the man for me? No, Ryker is still a prick and will always be chasing bitches and nothing can ever change that.
If he isn’t able to get me a Green Card without us actually marrying, then I may just as well return to Jamaica, despite all the possible dangers that await me back home.
Ryker walks out on the patio which overlooks Central Park with a tray containing Jamaican jerk chicken and peas and rice. My mouth is watering, but I ignore him. “No thank you,” I say, grimacing as the appetizing aroma wafts around my nostrils.
“Siena, this has gone far enough.” Ryker puts down the tray and sits in the chair beside me, unfurling his long legs. “It is time that we talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Dean.” I pout, looking in the opposite direction.
“Now that you are feeling better, I have plenty to say,” he grunts, in a strained voice. “And you are going to listen whether you want to or not.”
I try to get up with the aid of my crutches, but he sits me back down. “There is nothing you can say to me,” I sigh. “I was a fool to think that I would be able to make you settle down. Your little hoe made that quite clear to me.”
His expression changes, becoming more tender. “Siena, Skylar was a girl I knew in college and we kicked it a few times before I met you.” His eyes hit the ground in front of him. “It was just sex. She meant nothing to me.”
I want to believe him, but I can’t. I won’t be a fool for love. “You mean the way it was just sex with me?”
Ryker jumps from his seat until he is standing in front of me, his green eyes changing a kaleidoscope of colors and despite my mood I look up at the skyscraper in front of me. “It was not just sex with you, Siena.”
“Then what, Ryker? Am I not just a pretty face that you will soon tire of; a novelty being an island girl?”
He pulls up my chin so that his eyes are burning into mine. “With you it was never about sex. Since you came into my life I have not been with another woman, nor have I wanted to.”
“Really,” I hiss icily. “And why is that?”
“Because I am in love with you, you silly girl. I love your goofy smile, the way your lips curl upward when you are happy.” He kneels in front of me. “I love the way you pout and the way your eyes sparkle when you look at me. Siena, I am crazy about that big round ass of yours and those legs that wrap around my back. Not to mention that sweet little Jamaica pussy which I have written my name all over.”
To say I am shocked is an understatement. Never in a million years had I expected to hear those words coming from his lips.
Ryker is in love with me? I feel faint, my heart is beating too fast.
Then he plucks something from his pocket and I see a small case in his hand which he opens and a massive shiny object is nestled inside. Can this be what I think it is?
Ryker is down on one knee. “Sienna Ward, will you may me? Not in a fake wedding for a Green Card, but because you love me.”
Words hitch inside my throat and for a few moments I cannot speak. My voice has deserted me. Then tears roll down my cheeks. “Yes, I will marry you, Ryker,” I sob. “Yes, oh yes.”
I had been a fool, blinded my own jealously. Of course a man like Ryker would have had many women before me, but I am the one he loves. I will be the last woman he ever takes into his arms.
My arms stretch forward and he puts on a ring with a diamond so heavy that my hand almost drops to the floor. Then he takes me in his arms and seals our love with a long, soulful kiss as the sun dips over the Manhattan skyline.
Yes, all is right with the world.
I am no longer a fake 90 Day Fiancée. I am soon to be Mrs. Ryker Dean.
EPILOGUE
Siena
It’s our fifth anniversary and my romantic husband has taken me on a surprise trip to the island of Jamaica, the land of my birth.
We are chilling on the beach of an exclusive resort in Montego Bay, the tourist capital of the island and he has returned to our villa to retrieve a blanket since the evening is getting a bit chilly.
What an eventful five years it has been. We now have two amazing children, Ryker Jnr who is 4 and Aiden, who is now two years old, and aptly named after my stepdad. Ryker has been a doting dad, ensuring that despite his busy corporate schedule he still finds time to come home most evenings and help put the boys to bed.
The cool Jamaica sea breeze sends a chill along my arm, raising goosebumps, and my mind’s eye reflects on the glorious wedding we had, attended by Ryker’s friends and business associates including some A-list movie stars. I had also invited a few of my friends from Jamaica who he assisted with getting US visitors’ visa so they could attend.
I felt like a princess that day, standing in front of the pastor draped in the arms of the man who I have grown to love as much as life itself. Through all these years he has been my protector, paying off Aiden’s gambling debts and settling any other outstanding score. He has shown me that although he is now very much a successful legitimate businessman, he still has strong links to the underworld and no one has dared to try any act of retribution against me for the sins of my stepdad.
How a Jamaica island girl turned into an international style icon, marrying a billionaire and launching her own fashion brand has become fodder for many magazine articles and my photos have adorned covers of several high-class magazines.
As the CEO of my clothing and accessories line – “Siena” – my hubby has provided me with all the resources needed to expand at a rapid rate and I am now a very rich woman in my own right, independent of our combined assets.
At twenty-six I am a confident and outspoken woman, who stands beside his man, not behind me.
Ryker has also proved that he loves me in no uncertain terms and constantly reminds me with not only gifts, but trips and sexual adventures.
This trip for our fifth anniversary is shaping up to be another such sexual escapade.
The sound of my husband returning with the blanket snaps me from my stupor, and a sigh escapes my lips as Ryker greets me with a kiss and spreads the blanket on the beach and takes a seat. “Care to join me, Mrs. Dean,” he says, in that sexy baritone of his. “I’m feeling rather cold here by my lonesome.”
“Certainly, Mr. Ward,” I retort playfully, using my last name to brand him as I do sometimes. He merely laugh as I snuggle up close to him, nipples hardening as the night drops a few degrees in temperature. I am dressed in a tiny string bikini which I wore just for him; the type that he adores and which I know makes him horny. I notice his eyes dart toward my ample bosom as well as the tiny string covering my buffed mound.
My hubby loves my camel toe, all he has to do is look at it or touch me between my legs and his cock springs to attention. Knowing him, the public beach is going to be the site of a sexual adventure very soon. The fact that someone could wander by any moment, causes a slight flutter in my tummy and make it all the more enticing.
Public sex with my husband is something I have grown to appreciate. No longer a shy young girl, I find that the thrill of discovery adds that extra spice to our sex life. So my fingers trail along Ryker’s thighs, lingering just a bit too long and a tent pole begins to form at the front of his trunks. “Someone sure is happy to see me.” I let out a low whistle. “You have no behavior at all, Mr. Dean.”
Ryker’s cock slips down the legs of his trunks, it’s pink head beckoning to me, and unable to resist I stretch out in front of my man and drape my tongue all over his manhood. “Fuck, woman, you know people love to take strolls on this beach at nights, do you want them to see you with my cock between your lips?”
“I really don’t care,” I answer. “I am proud of my man’s big dick and I love taking it in my mouth. But if you are afraid and want me to stop…”
“Nooooo,” Ryker groans as I scrape his mushroom cock head with my teeth, adding just enough pressure without actually drawing blood. “You are driving me fucking crazy with that mouth of yours.”
Emboldened, I open my mouth wider and cover his shaft, feeling it lodged in the back of my throat. This is my favorite position when I am giving him head, it hurts my throat like hell, but it drives me loco at the same time and makes my pussy sloppy and ready for when he is ready to fuck me.
Ryker’s grunts mingle with the crashing of the ocean waves which reaches all the way up to my legs, causing a tingle down my spine.
I suck my hubby dick for all I am worth, not caring if anyone should pass by. Then out of the corner of my eyes, I see a couple approaching in the distance, but I continue slurping on the massive shaft, not caring what they may think. The other couple’s eyes set upon us and I detect a look of amazement on their faces. I do not miss a beat, however, my heart racing a million miles faster at having been discovered. Ryker’s eyes darken in lust as we look at each other and he smile. I can’t return his smile though, as he is pumping my mouth, but the glint in my eyes says it all.
Then Ryker roughly pushes me away. “I’m gonna drill you now, wife. Lay still, I am going to pump your little pussy.” He proceeds to have me prop down on hands and knees as he kneels behind me and rubs his erect cock against my wet fold. “Gonna pump you doggy style.” It’s my favorite position and I gleeful wiggle my ass, anticipating his assault. And it comes quick and hard, as he forces himself into my steaming pussy, driving it all the way to the hilt.
“Husband, you are killing me,” I grunt. “I can feel your dick in my womb.”
Ryker grits his teeth, grabs hold of my hips and proceeds to thrust like a locomotive train while he cups my tits with one hand and rubs my clit with the other. I moan and start popping like a firecracker, backing up my sex against him, grinding my ass like there is no tomorrow.
This is what I love; deep, hard sex in public.
A spate of orgasms hit me like lightning bolts and I scream “Fuck me, fuck me”, I wailing to the heavens above as he spurts inside me, my pussy overflowing with his seed.
My ass stings as Ryker slaps me with his large hands. “I love you, you crazy island girl.”
“I love you, you big American giant.”
We both collapse on the sand, laughing our heads off.
My fake 90 Day Fiancée has turned out to be rather genuine after all.
END
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