Chapter 8

• Sienna
• The next morning was unusual to say the least. I
• woke up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes and coffee. I really loved coffee just as I loved the scent. I groaned as I sat upright on the sofa and I thought of how uncomfortable it was. But I didn't expect to be taken to bed. Fuck, if he touched me, I would have killed him.
• "Good morning, sunshine," Eric called out from across the kitchen.
• I blinked hard as I stretched. Where the fuck was I?
• Oh right, I thought as I remembered that I was in Eric's house because he had asked me to stay here after the wedding.
• I stood up, ignoring him, and I headed upstairs to the bedroom I stayed in last night. Or more like didn't stay in. Upon getting dressed into a casual pair of skinny jeans and a T-shirt which I tucked in, I went downstairs. Cara was a lifesaver as she had brought me some clothing last night. But that didn't change the fact that she disappeared on me last night.
• When I walked back into the kitchen, I sat down on the island opposite Eric. He looked so fucking calm.
• "Not a morning person," he commented, raising a brow at me.
• I narrowed my eyes. "Coffee, now," I said, snapping my fingers at the maid who was making breakfast. "And no, I am not a fucking morning person," I said, replying to Eric's question.
• My head was in pain, I was starving and I wasn't in my house. He smiled as he sipped on his black coffee. His smile was too fucking much for my liking.
• "I have some business I need to attend to. Will you be all right on your own?" he asked.
• Why would he even ask? I thought as I nodded.
• And with that, he left, and I may or may not have checked out his ass. Fuck, I just looked at it for a bit.
• I didn't have anything to do at the moment. Well, there were a lot of things I could be doing at the moment but since I was here in America, I was stuck thinking of what I couldn't possibly achieve here. I sat, sipping on my coffee as I decided to sight see and perhaps do some shopping.
• ***
• Walking along the street, I passed several high end stores and luxury boutiques. Cara accompanied me but walked beside me. The other guards walked behind us.
• "So did you and Eric have a cosy time last night?" she asked, smiling at me.
• I scoffed. "How did you know?"
• "I always know," she replied, chuckling.
• I chuckled back at her and shook my head before I said, "It was not cosy."
• She immediately stopped walking and I did the same.
• "What?" I asked in confusion.
• "You like him," she teased.
• I felt my cheeks burning up. Fuck, fuck, no. "No I don't," I snapped.
• I have never needed a man. And I certainly don't need Eric fucking Connall. After resisting the urge to slap the smile off her face, we continued on our way. I stopped at a high end jewellery store, and as I glanced over the crystal clear cases full of elegant bracelets, rings and lots of jewelry, I was approached by a worker.
• "Hmm… Excuse me, miss. Do you need help with anything?" he asked.
• I looked at the young man. "I would like to see your tiaras," I said confidently.
• The man gestured for me to follow him, and we stopped in front of a large windowed case. A beautiful diamond tiara caught my eye. It was even more elegant than the one that was broken by that ugly bitch.
• I smiled as I pointed at it. "I would like to try that one."
• The man picked it out of the case delicately and handed it to me carefully. I held the tiara in my hands and felt the weight. The diamonds were shining brightly and I knew without any doubt that I had to have it.
• Then I placed it gently on my head. "What do you think, Cara? Too much?" I asked, smiling as I looked into the mirror beside me.
• She shook her head while smiling back at me. "Nothing is too much for you, Sienna," she replied earnestly.
• I hummed as I took off the tiara. "I would like to buy this," I said and handed it back to the shop attendant.
• The man smiled widely, no doubt counting the amount of commission he would be getting from the sale. I proceeded to hand him my black card without even bothering to ask for the price.
• He looked perplexed as he proceeded to tell me the price. "It is one point two million dollars which includes tax," he said with wide eyes which showed his surprise.
• I nodded as I looked down at my card. "That's fine."
• Soon enough, I walked out from the shop with the tiara. It was perfect, and I knew that I would have to wear it one day but for now, it would have to stay in my vault.
• I headed back to Eric's mansion. I was unsure as to why I was even going there. I could just go home, or I could just go back to the hotel, but something stopped me from doing so.
• ***
• So there I was, just sitting by the fireplace and enjoying a glass of wine. I was talking to someone on my phone as I watched the clock tick by. Shortly after putting the phone down, I received another call and it was a call I didn't want to answer at all.
• "Fucking bastard. Why is he calling? Cara, answer it, I am not in the mood," I grumbled as I reached for the wine bottle.
• I drank it straight from the bottle as I watched Cara answer the call. She spoke in Italian and paced around the room rapidly.
• Suddenly, she stopped and faced me. I knew that face she had on. It was the one that came on when she had bad news to deliver.
• "Some low lives have stolen some money. They are the ones laundering money," she said, relaying the message she had gotten on the phone.
• "And?" I asked, raising a brow.
• She pursed her pink lips. "That's it."
• I growled. "What? They want me to deal with it? I am fucking busy. Why do the fucking assholes think I pay them? To do my work for me, that's what! Fuck those fucking brainless assholes!"
• "Those assholes need a lesson, Sienna," Cara said and I closed my eyes.
• I rubbed my closed eyes as the wine didn't help with anything. "Fine. Get my plane here before tomorrow morning," I informed her.
• I was going to fuck those assholes up. If I wantes something done right, I knew that I had to fucking do it myself.
• I sighed as I watched the flames flicker and dance in the fireplace. The warmth touched my skin as it tried to calm my rage down, but I knew that I needed to let off some steam.