Chasing Paradise (Chasing Series #3) (22 page)

“
It’s unfortunate, isn’t it? That you’re the only woman I want to marry? I suppose I could wait for another few years, decades even,” I joked, wanting to lighten the mood.

“
I better be the only woman,” she muttered, pinching my nipple through my dress shirt before she stifled a yawn.

I grunted from the pain. “Goodness, woman. Calm down.”

“
Are you in pain?” She cocked her brow, uncaring.

Why, so she could do it some more?
I thought suspiciously. “I’m quite all right. Nipples. Sensitive. Area. Try not to hurt me there, if there’s a next time.”

“
Aw! Want me to lick your pain away?” she spoke and then licked her lips suggestively.

“
I do, but the pain drifted lower, making it rather crucial. Might need some sucking, too.” I knew she was tired, that’s why I wasn’t even trying to seduce her, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun with it.

“
Pervert!” She yawned. “I love this, but I’m sleepy.”

Glancing at my watch, I wrapped my arm around her. “Let’s get you to bed then. We won’t be arriving for another hour and half,” I said before I stood up and gathered her in my arms, walking towards the tail of the jet, towards the bedroom.

Carefully placing her atop the bed, I covered her with a blanket before I brushed the hair off her forehead and planted a kiss on it. “I have to get some work down. Sleep well, cara.”

“
Knightly?” she murmured.

“
Yes?”

“
I love you.”

I smiled in the dimly lit room, content with life. “I love you.”

Back in my seat, I went through some emails and called a few people to iron out details needed for this weekend. We were landing in Marbella in no time and I was ready to spend some time with her this weekend, with our friends.

Sienna was very much out like a light.

I had carried her out of the jet to the waiting car and into villa, stripping her bare before tucking her into bed.

Showered and exhausted, I slid next to her. “Dream of us, amore,” I whispered into her ear, gathering her close before joining her into a deep slumber.

Twenty-Five

Blake

“
Oh my God!” She gasped, taking it all in. “BLAKE!” She screeched, hand on her throat, clutching my arm in panic.

I laughed before I whispered into her ear. “Relax, this is our engagement party not our wedding.”

Sienna groaned, throwing me a dirty look. “It’s not that, idiot! I can’t believe you did all this behind my back.”

“
It was all Lucy and Chad actually. All I had to do really was provide them with my credit card and they had to shoo me away. Quite rude if you ask me.”

“
Everybody was on this, but me?” She frowned, until Chad and Lucy finally came out and murdered us with hugs and squeals. Sienna threw cutting looks but was grinning afterwards. “How about you guys show me the party? I think it’s time to get drunk and party our asses off!”

I shook my head, following the trio from behind. Tonight, with Sienna drunk, it will definitely be interesting night to remember. She gets too excited, and that’s just putting it mildly.

The guests were kept at a minimum. I didn’t want a lot of people about, so I agreed to a hundred when Chad suggested triple that amount.

We mingled about. Introducing Sienna to business associates and friends from different parts of the continent before my grandfather appeared on my side. “You’re growing up too fast, aren’t we boy?” he grinned, before hugging and patting my back.

“
Good evening, grandfather. You look well.” I observed, glad that the old man could make it. He hated travelling. He’d avoid it if he could.

“
You’d know sooner if you had come and visited me much often.” Grandfather then turned towards Sienna, who looked nervous all of a sudden. “Sienna, lovely to meet you again. Apologies for my rude behavior the last time we met.” He sincerely spoke, shocking Sienna. “I hope you accept it and not hold it against me. I can’t have that, you see. I want babies quite immediately, if you don’t mind.” He patted Sienna’s cheeks before moving on to the other older guests—probably towards my aunt and uncle, who were also here from Rome.

“
Did he just tell me to get pregnant soon?” Sienna looked at where my grandfather was before looking back at me, confused.

“
He did.” I murmured, hiding a smile.

She shook her head, grabbing a champagne flute from a passing waiter. “You’re dancing with me tonight, right?”

“
If you could get me drunk, I’d even let you do a private striptease.” I grinned, winking at her.

“
Get me drunk first, then we can negotiate. For now, keep it in, babe.” She moved to the side, looking like she was about to kiss me, but instead, she secretly patted my penis. “Behave now, boy.”

Tonight was going to be a fun night. I just knew it.

We chatted about for another half an hour until it was time for dinner, but before we did, we were interrupted for a toast.

Toby stood up, fork and champagne in hand, getting everyone’s attention. “Thank you all for joining us this splendid evening. For those who aren’t familiar with me, I’m Toby Watson, and I have been best mate’s since toddlers with this dashing fella right here.” He roughly patted my head, before grinning wickedly. “Let me be honest here, I never thought Knightly was capable of committing to a relationship—no offense—but all of his shenanigans halted—no—it actually disappeared when he pursued the other love of my life, Sienna Richards.” He winked at Sienna, who had a wide smile on her face, before she reached for my hand on the table and held it.

“
I’m best friends with these lovely people, and let me just say that I wouldn’t just approve of anyone for Blake, but with Sienna, I was practically just as giddy as Blake was when he started dating her—and yes, I said
giddy
, mind you. Let’s toast to my lovely friends, may you both forever be blessed with love and happiness, good health, babies and more instantaneous shagging that you both enjoy so much. Blake and Sienna everyone!” Toby cheered on red from alcohol.

He was grinning as he toasted my champagne flute. “Congratulations mate! I know yours will be a success. Love like yours are hard to find.” Toby tapped my shoulder. A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes, before he looked at woman across from us.

Lucy. Of course.

Amelia was supposed to come, but Toby insisted she stay home, because he simply couldn’t deal with the fact that Lucy was going to be here.

The night progressed as I imagined it would be. Sienna and I danced, laughing and drinking. It felt great—no—it felt perfect. When the older guests started to depart, that’s when Sienna and Chad started to dance on their own.

“
Can you believe I married to that man?” Luke shook his head, in total wonderment, as Chad started to dance saucily, basically giving Lucy a lap dance.

Toby snorted, taking out a cigarette. “You guys are in love. Nothing else matters, is all.”

“
Back to your habit? Since when did you start smoking again?” I threw him a look. Toby was unhappy, it was obvious, but he needed to get his shit together.

He took a long pause, inhaling the stick, eyes on Lucy. “When she told me to fuck off. I gave this up for her. Cancer sticks, she said. Guess, I could well be on my way to the grave.” Toby muttered, sucking more on his cancer sticks. “Love. All for bloody fucking love. I call it bollocks!”

When Sienna, Chad and Lucy came to join us, I saw the hateful stare Lucy was giving Toby, but didn’t say anything about the ciggies.

Sienna cleared her throat, standing. “Excuse me, may I have all of your attention please!” She grinned down at me when I look alarmed.

Hell. This woman was drunk. Drunken speeches from women were dangerous. “Sienna, sit down.” I hissed, trying to pull her close, but she tapped my hand away, laughing. Fuck.

“
I’m going to keep this short, because I am without a doubt drunk, but I just want to make a toast, to my gorgeous sexy beast, Blake Knightly.” She winked at me. “He loves like no other. Commands like no other, but most of all shags like no other. I love you, boo.” Sienna giggled, before flinging herself towards me, then French kissed me right in front of all these people.

“
Sienna. Sienna. Sienna. What the hell am I going to do with you?” I peered at her happy face, skin flushed, glowing, and eyes with stars in them.

“
Let me sing once then you can take me home.”

What? Fuck. “Cara, per favore, stay seated. Anything really—just stay away from the mic.” I begged, sobering up quickly.

Chad interrupted. “Don’t be a sour puss puss, Blakeypoo. Let her have a blast. Who cares? You’re going to enjoy it anyway.”

“
Yeah, love. Give us a nice number. I need to see happiness cause staring at Lucy is just too depressing.” Toby muttered, darting Lucy a glare.

“
Fuck you.” She spat back.

Toby looked up, studying her. “I would love to.”

That truly shut Lucy up. She looked a tad confused like she was going to make a smart retort but a part of her wanted to say yes, before glancing away.

“
Luce,” Toby whispered, before standing up and went to her. “Talk to me.” He held out his hand, but Lucy just pretended he wasn’t there. Toby shook his head, cursed then went back to his seat.

Sienna was requesting a song by Al Green, before we heard Toby’s phone ring and vibrate on the table.

“
Great!” Toby sighed, taking the call. “How are you this lovely evening, wife? Miss me already?” He forced a laugh, making Lucy look at him again. “Yeah she’s here, alright. You need not fret. I can’t cheat because she doesn’t want me. So, you should rejoice. You’ve trapped the perfect candidate.” He cut the call, shoving the phone in his pocket.

Chad reached out, tapping his hand. “Baby, be strong.”

When I heard the requested song being played, Borderline by Madonna, I got up and swept Sienna off of there so fast; she didn’t even see it coming. “Thank you all for coming! Have a lovely evening.” I shot out, Sienna on my shoulder.

“
Put me down!” She demanded.

I handed my ticket to the valet before I responded to her. “Not until you’re inside the car woman.”

Once my car was brought, I immediately placed her carefully in the passenger’s seat, securing her seatbelt on before facing her, inches apart. “I love you, but you and alcohol during important events, do not mesh together, poppet.”

“
But it’s Madonna!” She rebuttal when I was closing her door, rounding towards the other side, sliding in to join her.

I merely shrugged, bringing the Aventador to life, before I shifted gears and marveled at the purring engine. It kicked and sounded like a beast. I needed to get another one in London too. Sports cars were another thing I enjoyed riding—apart from Sienna.