21. CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 21
KASON
I still have chills from listening to Sierra sing. The emotion in her words still lingers with me. I didn’t think I could love her more, but she proved me wrong. I feel like she has finally given all of herself to me.
“She’s fucking amazing,” I exclaim out loud, more to myself than Leo or Nash. I don’t even try to hide what I feel for her. Never did, never will. I look over at Leo and Nash who watch me. “Don’t look at me like that. You two knuckleheads are in the same boat. When you find the one you love, you don’t hesitate. You take a chance, grab onto it, and fight for her because she’s worth it in the end.” Leo nods while Nash looks deep in thought.
I’ve noticed Nash and my cousin Sophie together, and I’m about to ask him what’s going on there when the girls stumble from the hallway giggling. They seem to be tipsy from the shots tonight.
I expect them to return to the table, but they don’t. Instead, they head to the stage and talk to the DJ before each grabbing a mic. Then the music starts and they start to sing an older song about wanting to be their lover. I think it was from the Spice Girls, if I recall correctly. I hung on to every word Sierra sang earlier for me with bated breath, but with this song, I find myself laughing my ass off. They are plain awful together, but what they lack in harmony is made up with their theatrics as they dance around the stage making asses of themselves.
They’re laughing throughout the lyrics while pointing at our table before they start bumping hips together to entertain the crowd. At one point, Sophie bumps her hip into Kylie’s, and Kylie falls onto her ass and laughs hysterically while Sierra and Sophia continue to sing. Leo stands and hurries to the stage, helping Kylie up as she giggles. He laughs too and shakes his head at her. Once she’s steady on her feet, she shoos him away and joins the other girls again.
This is a new side of Leo that he has been showing since he and Kylie got back together. He’s no longer filled with the despondency he felt. He’s happy again, and I couldn’t be happier for him. He’s a completely different man with Kylie back in his life. Not to mention having Riley too. He dotes on that little girl. I knew he would never have turned his back on his own child.
They have the whole club laughing and singing along with their song as Leo sits back in his seat. When they finish, the crowd stands and applauds them. Their singing was atrocious, but they were sure as shit entertaining. When they take a bow, I see that as a sign to help Sierra from the stage so I get up and move to her. The girls are out of breath as we help them down before returning to our seats. They order a couple more shots as the night drags on, and they are working their way past being tipsy. Sierra is going to regret this come morning. She plans to be up early to join the girls for some pampering at the Knight’s Casino.
“I think we need to call it a night,” I advise.
Thankfully, she nods in agreement and stands up, only to wobble a little bit. I quickly grab her to steady her, placing my arm around her waist, inadvertently touching her ass .
“You trying to cop a feel there, buddy?” she slurs loudly which has the rest of the gang chuckling.
I roll my eyes with humor. “Say good night to everyone.”
“Good night to everyone,” she repeats then giggles at herself followed by a hiccup. She quickly covers her mouth with her fingers and slurs, “Oopsie.”
I chuckle along with her as I fist bump both Leo and Nash, say goodbye to Sophie and Kylie, and guide Sierra through the door to my Range Rover that is in the back of the parking lot.
I didn’t drink tonight, wanting her to let loose and have fun. She’s finally letting go of the ghosts of her past that haunted her, but after what she showed me last night, those ghosts may not be laid to rest. Although I can’t be sure because the picture was old and worn, there’s a chance I know who her father is, and what’s worse is that she has already met him.
Once I click her seatbelt, I look up to find her smiling goofily at me, then she grabs my hardened shaft. “I’m horny, and I want to suck your big dick.”
Damn, her offer is tempting.
“As much as I would love that, I don’t know if I could concentrate on the road with your mouth on my cock.” I quickly remove her hand from my dick and shut the door because I know I’ll crash the vehicle if she attempts it. Thank the heavens we are not too far from her uncle’s place.
She’s on me as soon as I get in the SUV. She has unclicked her belt and is leaning over the console. I hastily check out the surrounding area. It’s wooded and there are no people around. I could take her in the back seat and get us off.
She shoots that plan to shit when she unzips my pants and wraps her hand around my erection. Then she leans over the console and starts kissing my neck.
To hell with it. It’s secluded.
Lifting my butt, I pull my shorts down over my ass and sit back down. I allow her to finish what she started and groan when her wet mouth latches onto my dick. My eyes close and I throw my head against the headrest. I can’t help the involuntary jerk of my hips, and it makes her gag. She’s gotten better with taking my girth and length, but sometimes it still clogs her throat.
What I’m not expecting is the quick release of my shaft with a plop and her hand covering her mouth as she sits straight up in her seat, eyes wide.
“I’m going to throw up,” I think she mumbles behind her hand and it has me shooting out of my side of the car and around to hers. I yank open the door while trying to cover myself back up and pull her out just as she starts to spew the contents of her stomach.
All. Over. My. Dick.
Fuck.
I finish helping her out then hold her hair back while she continues throwing up with my now flaccid, puked-on dick hanging in the air. Hell, if this isn’t love, I don’t know what is. I scan the lot and at least there’s no one around to witness this.
When she finishes, I take off my shirt and hand it to her to clean up. She takes the offering, and I help her into her seat. Her eyes nearly pop out when she gets a look at the mess she made on me before whispering that she’s sorry.
I don’t give her time to gawk anymore and run to my side and get in. I slide the seat back and take off my vomit-covered shorts, throwing them on the floor behind my seat. At least there’s minimal damage to my boxers that were behind my shorts, just along the waist. I see my shirt wave in front of me and use it to clean off my scrotum area before throwing it on the floor with my shorts.
I lean my head once again on the headrest, but not in pleasure this time. I hope to hell I don’t get pulled over on the way back to the house wearing only my boxers and a pair of Nike slides.
How do I explain that my girlfriend was giving me head, gagged, then vomited on me?
“Just. Fucking. Great,” I complain .
Sierra's voice rings through. “I’m so, so sorry Kason.” I know she didn’t mean to, but come on, this situation sucks.
“No more than I am. Let’s get home.” It’s then I notice the smell permeating my vehicle so I start the car and open the windows. I notice a dumpster at the end of the lot and drive over to it to toss my stinky clothes.
I plug her uncle’s address into the navigation and drive back in silence. At one point, Sierra's soft hand lands on my thigh and she rubs soothing circles on it. When I peer over at her, she looks distraught so I bring her hand up to my mouth and kiss it. The situation is fucked, but I don’t want her feeling bad. She gives me a soft smile in return.
When we pull into the driveway, the house is dark. Walking by her family in my underwear doesn’t make the best impression on her uncles if they’re awake. I’m just going to have to take my chances. We get out and traipse up to the front door. It seems between vomiting and what happened next, it sobered her up some. As she gets the key from her pocket a car pulls into the driveway, and its lights shine right on us. I failed to notice that her uncle’s police unit was missing because I was focused on the house. Sierra gasps beside me.
Could this night get any worse?
Mark climbs out of the SUV and puts his hands on his hips and cocks his head to the side taking us in. How am I supposed to explain me standing outside his door in just my briefs?
He shakes his head before walking up to us. Once in front of us, he asks me, “You forget your clothes somewhere?”
No, your niece threw up all over them after choking on my dick.
Sierra answers, “I had a little too much to drink and threw up. Kason was trying to help me, and it landed on him.”
“It landed on all his clothes?” he asks, with a skeptical eyelift.
“Yep,” she answers, popping the p at the end. I don’t think he believes it, but instead of questioning us further, he unlocks the door and allows us entry. I run to the stairs while saying a quick goodnight. Sierra can deal with him if he has any more questions.
Within minutes, I’m in the shower scrubbing off the events of the night. Now that I’m getting clean in the shower, I can find the humor in what happened. Things are certainly interesting with Sierra in my life.
I hear Sierra come in, and when I peek out the curtain, she’s brushing her teeth before she leaves. After drying off, I enter the bedroom. Sierra is already in bed under the covers. Only now she too is giggling before giving another apology. “I’m sorry again, but if any man can look hot walking around in his underwear, it’s you.”
I laugh and climb into bed. She nestles into my side and lays her head on my chest. “I guess that’s why Calvin Klein reached out to Brax about me modeling their underwear.”
Her laugh dies. “What? Like for everyone to see?”
“Well, yeah. They wouldn’t be paying me to wear pants.” She’s quiet for a while, so I lift her chin with my finger. Her face isn’t a happy one, and I wonder if it would bother her for me to do this. “You have a problem with the offer?”
Her lips thin before she confesses, “It’s bad enough there’s all these women drooling over you in your uniform. I don’t like the thought of women looking at what’s mine.”
This is the first time she has ever shown this much possessiveness over me, and I find I like it. I wouldn’t like men gawking over her in only her underwear. “Then I won’t take the contract.”
“Really? Just like that?” Her eyes light up.
“Yep. I won’t take the deal.”
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I couldn’t do that knowing it would bother you.” She smiles and lays back down .
She rubs her hand over my abs and in time, the caresses stop. She’s fallen asleep, but I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about the man in the picture. I have to know if he is who I think he is. And if he is, then I’m going to have to tell her. I won’t keep the truth from her, but I hate having to tell her at the same time. I think Sierra would want to know if he’s her father because if he is, then as he’s CEO of the agency that reps me, she will see him, or hell, his sons, her brothers sometimes.
If she finds out that I knew there was a chance, she would be upset that I didn’t tell her my suspicion. I know transparency is important to her. The only way to get the answers I need is to go to the man himself.
I hope he tells me I’m wrong because if I’m right, this will be hard news to deliver to Sierra.
Sierra was able to make it through the day with her hangover. She and the girls went to the spa, and after, we hung out by the pool at Leo’s house until we left in the afternoon. We got home about thirty minutes ago, and I’m in my yard ready to make what could be a life-changing call for Sierra. She’s upstairs taking a shower so I snuck away.
I bring up Charles’s contact and push dial. He answers on the first ring.
“Hi, Kason. What can I do for you?”
“We need to talk.”
He doesn’t respond and his hesitancy at replying sets my nerves on edge. It’s as if he already knows what I need to talk to him about. I haven’t forgotten how he looked at her or how he acted at the charity event. Going so far as to ask if they’d met before. Now the need to know if he is who I suspect he is feels urgent.
“Where are you? ”
“I’m home.”
“Text me your address. I’m leaving in five.” I don’t give him a chance to respond and hang up. He may choose not to send his address to me, but I’ll find it, and one way or another, we will be having this conversation tonight.
I climb the stairs and enter my bedroom. Sierra is putting away her toiletries in the en-suite while humming along to a song and shaking her fine ass. If it weren’t for the fact that I planned to meet with Charles, I’d be bending her over the counter and shoving my cock balls deep into her.
Looking up into the mirror, she spots me standing against the door frame watching her. As if she can read my thoughts, she warns, “Not now big boy. I’ve got too much to do and unless you want to wash my clothes, I’m starting on that next,” she pauses in thought. “Better yet, stay away from the clothes. I’m begging you here.”
I chuckle, knowing she’s referencing when I ruined her cashmere dress. I stride up behind her, wrap her in my arms and kiss her neck. “I have a meeting. It shouldn’t take too long.”
Her brows furrow. “I thought you didn’t have anything until tomorrow with the team.” I feel like a shit for lying to her, but I’m doing it with her best interest at heart.
I think fast. “It was a last-minute thing.” I need to know the truth first before I drop a bomb on her.
Turning in my arms, she cuddles into me. “Okay, I’ll be here when you get back.”
I give a squeeze to one of her ass cheeks. “One day, I’m claiming this.” I’ve been getting her used to it with my fingers, and I can’t wait until the day she tells me it’s mine to take. I’ll be her first and only to claim her there.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I’m hoping it’s Charles with his address. I give her a peck and release her. I’ve got somewhere to be. We say goodbye, and then I’m on my way to confront him with my questions .
The whole way to his building, I’m going over in my head how this conversation may go. Will he deny it even if it’s true? What happens if he admits that he could be Sierra’s father? How do I tell her the news? The man in the picture did look like a younger version of him.
Before long, I’m standing at his door and knocking. When he opens it, he invites me in, and I can’t read him, which prolongs my curiosity. Guiding me into his living room, he tells me to take a seat while he pours himself a glass of whiskey before taking a seat across from me.
“Care for a drink?” His face is like stone, giving me nothing.
“No, I’m good. I didn’t come for a drink.”
He takes a sip. “What is it you want then?”
“Monica Lawson,” I throw out, and he finally gives me something. He inhales sharply then slowly releases it.
“What about her?” Another sip. I don’t know why he’s playing this game because I know now that he had something with her. As I stare into his eyes, I see Sierra. I never noticed the likeness before, but I sure as hell do now.
I lean forward with my elbows on my knees and my hands linked together. “I think you know so stop with the questions.” My tone is hard, and he doesn’t miss it. My girl had a rough start in life that has affected her into adulthood. She felt that her mother never loved her enough, like she wasn’t enough and never allowed herself to fully open up to me until two days ago. She placed her trust in my hands, and I plan to show her that she won’t regret that choice. She’s healing, and I won’t let the ghosts of her past haunt her any longer.
I stare at him until he speaks. He has to know I’m not leaving here until he admits that he was the man that Monica loved and crushed her spirits. And worse, he was the man who abandoned a child who he will never deserve to know.
“I loved her. That woman was the love of my life.” His stone features slip, and I can see the sadness in his eyes. I wasn’t expecting that .
His remorse doesn’t stop me from accusing him. “You threw her away. You made her a mistress then abandoned them. How could you do that?”
He doesn’t answer my question but asks one of his own. “Does Sierra know that I’m her father?”
So he admits he knows that Sierra is his.
“You don’t deserve to call yourself her father,” I growl. My hands clench so tightly, I’m restricting the blood flow.
Studying me momentarily, he states, “You love her.” It’s not a question but a statement.
“What’s not to love? Of course I do, but that doesn’t answer my question. How could you treat them that way?”
“It’s not a simple answer and contrary to what you think, I had no idea Sierra was my daughter until recently. I can’t abandon a child I didn’t know existed. If I had known, life may have turned out differently.”
I know his wife died years ago but don’t know anything more than they have two sons. Brax is the complete opposite of an open book. Isaac is outgoing and personable. The only reason I know he has two sons is because they both work for The Kinsley Agency.
“How did you know who Sierra was?”
“The moment you introduced her and said her last name, I knew she was Monica’s daughter; she’s beautiful just like her mother, but when I saw those green eyes of hers and guessed her age, I had a feeling she was mine.” He pauses, but I nudge my chin for him to continue. “I swiped the glass she was drinking from and brought it home. It had enough DNA on it when I had it tested. She’s my daughter.”
Charles finishes his whiskey in one gulp before setting the glass on the table beside him. Then he stands and paces to the floor to ceiling windows. He stares out into the evening lights and puts his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumped. Although he was always a friendly man, he does have this ‘don’t fuck with me’ demeanor. He’s not that man in this moment. I came here wanting to rip into him for the hurt he caused not only Sierra but her mother. Now, I don’t know what to make of this revelation.
“Why? Why did you break Monica’s heart if you claim to have loved her?” I can’t help the accusation in my tone.
“My boys needed me more than ever. It was either her or them, and I chose them. It was my fault they lost their mother when she died. I had to step up and be the father they needed. I had to let Monica go no matter how loud my guilty heart screamed for her to stay.”
“Why did Brax and Isaac need you so much? What did you do?” I can’t help wondering what the hell happened.
Now he turns to me, a face full of regret. “That is a story that I will speak about with Sierra first. You got the answer you wanted, and you’ll get no more.”
I go to speak, but a buzzing on my thigh stops me. Pulling my cell from my pocket I groan as the name ‘Simon’ lights up. “Damn it!” I send it to voicemail then turn off my phone so he doesn’t interrupt us again. There’s nothing to say to him.
“Problem?” Charles asks.
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
He nods, then asks again, “Does Sierra know who I am to her?”
“Not yet, but I won’t keep it from her so I intend to tell her.” I found out what I needed to, but now I have to figure out some way to tell Sierra. “Do your sons know?”
He shakes his head. “No, but I’ll tell them when the time is right. This has been weighing on my shoulders for weeks now. I need to let them know they have a sister no matter how angry they’ll be with me.” He pauses. “I want to speak with Sierra. She deserves to know the truth about what happened.”
I stand abruptly and point my finger at him. “No. You’ll stay the hell away from her until I can tell her. When she learns the truth, it will be from someone who loves her and has her best interests at heart. You’ll stay away until I say it’s okay. There is no bargaining here. This will be my way.”
Pivoting, I head toward the door and open it. Then I think of an important detail, and I turn to face him again. “Kill the Calvin deal. It isn’t happening.”
This time I do leave, wondering how in the hell I will explain this to Sierra.