Chapter 17
SIENNA
Wiping tears of mirth from my eyes, I couldn’t believe this movie produced tears every single time I watched it. This was yet another reason why the holidays were top tier. Movie selections were always abundant, light-hearted, and funny as hell.
Aaron’s posts nearly caved my chest in. Sure, I knew he was lying, but the masses didn’t know that. I would like to believe that I didn’t care what anyone thought about me, but truthfully, it hurt to see him trying to tarnish my name.
My phone chirped, causing me to sigh.
“Yes, Ellie,” I answered. “What is it? You’re interrupting my movie.”
“Uhm, sis. I’m about to send you something,” she said just as my text notification sounded.
Glancing at the message, my mouth fell open at the picture on my screen.
“Where did you get this?” I asked. Movie forgotten, I muted the television so that I could think clearly. The picture of Synder slamming Aaron to the ground was a masterpiece. However, my brain shouted in protest at the picture.
“It’s on that Sports Hunnids Ice not because he put hands on Aaron, but he’d risked too much doing so.
The object of my thoughts walked into the hotel suite like nothing happened. He grinned at me and didn’t look the least bit disheveled as if he’d been in a brawl. Glaring at him, I stood crossed my arms over my breasts.
“Really, Synder?” I questioned.
His grin dropped and a frown replaced it. “It was either beat his fuckin’ ass or put a bullet in him. I handled it the best way I knew how.”
“There was nothing to handle. Suppose he would’ve beat yo’ ass. Then what?”
He chuckled lowly. “You gotta get to know me, love. That devil’s lie would’ve never conceived inside ya brain.”
Frowning, I said, “This isn’t funny. You could get in so much trouble for the stunt you pulled. Plus, who fights during the holidays?”
“I do if the situation calls for it,” he quipped.
Smacking my teeth, I replied, “That’s ridiculous.”
“You mad at me?” he asked, incredulously.
“Yes! And don’t expect for me to talk to you for a while.
” Storming off, I snatched the partially eaten bucket of popcorn off the sofa and took it to the kitchen.
I couldn’t wait to get back to Atlanta tomorrow.
Being inside this hotel suite left me with no option of escape from him other than locking myself in the room.
“Wait, I’m confused,” he said while following my every footstep. “What the fuck I do?”
Glaring harder at him, I didn’t respond. Instead, I went right to the bedroom, closed the door, then locked it behind me.
“Sienna,” he called from the other side. “The only thing keeping me from kickin’ this fuckin’ door in, is this ain’t my shit.”
Tickled, I giggled, then remembered I was supposed to be mad.
“This how you gon’ treat me during the holidays?” he asked.
I kept silent as I crawled into bed and put the television on another one of my favorite Christmas movies. I wasn’t sure how long he stood there, but I ended up falling asleep a little while later.
I was half-asleep when I felt the bed dip. Gasping at the look on Synder’s face as he hovered over me, I wondered if I was dreaming. He was shirtless, that much I could tell.
“So, you just gon’ ignore me?” he questioned.
Realizing this wasn’t a dream, I rolled my eyes at him, ignored the heat of his body over mine, flipped over, and pulled the blanket over my ears. He tugged at the blanket, exposing my cheek. His lips touched there. Suddenly, the blanket was too hot, but I couldn’t risk removing it from my body.
“It’s three in the mornin’, and I can’t sleep ‘cause you won’t talk to me,” he stated.
As much as my heart constricted, and as much as I wanted to question how he got into the bedroom, I closed my eyes and pretended not to care.
Fighting Aaron was reckless, and I wouldn’t let him think I was okay with him putting himself in that position.
Although he was defending my honor, nothing he did was going to do anything except fuel the fire.
That was the main reason I deleted all my socials after Aaron’s posts. The heaviness of it all was too much, and I wasn’t about to continue subjecting myself to anyone’s unwanted and unwarranted behavior.
“Aight,” he finally said. Seconds later, he climbed under the blanket with me, snuggled up behind me, through his arm over my breasts, rested his head on top of mine, sighed, then closed his eyes.
The weight of his dick against my ass was enough to cause me to cave.
The heat of his large body pillowing mine against him was enough to make me sigh in ecstasy.
However, the sound of his light snoring jolted me back to reality.
He claimed he couldn’t sleep. Now, I’d be there until daylight, trying to keep myself from rubbing my ass against his dick.
The next morning, I remained strong. Synder’s flight left before mine and Whimsy’s, so I was able to relax a little.
By the time I landed in Atlanta, he was at the airport waiting for me.
Whimsy took off running to get to her dad.
He picked her up and greeted her with several cheek kisses that made her giggle.
Even though I was mad at him, today was his and Whimsy’s date day, and before he put himself in time out, I’d planned an extravagant day for them.
When he first told me about their date days, I thought it was cute that he took the time to have such a thing with his daughter.
I had everything lined up for them, and now I was regretting it a little bit.
“Still givin’ me the silent treatment?” he asked once we were on the road.
When I didn’t respond, his large hand reached over to grab my chin. He directed my face toward his face. I hated how fine he was. Seductively, he licked his lips.
“You should talk to me off the strength that I behaved myself last night and this mornin’. I could’ve had you folded up, lil’ baby. But I kept it cool.”
Instantly, my body overheated while imagining him deep inside me. He must’ve felt the heat in my face that his hand still had a hold of because he chuckled.
“I had my dick pressed all up against you and instead of letting him get active, I fell asleep like a lil’ bitch.”
To stifle a laugh, I bit into my bottom lip. Synder came to stop at a red light, then used the opportunity to lean over the console and peck my lips.
“You a lil’ stubborn. I like that,” he said.
Rolling my eyes, I pried my face from his hands and focused on the road ahead of us.
Back at the house, I went right into host mode. Since I wasn’t talking to Synder, I used a program to show him the activities he and Whimsy would be doing for the duration of the day, starting with lunch.
Inside the theater room, Whimsy’s favorite animated movie played while I served them chicken wings, homemade waffles, fruit, and homemade gingerbread cookies. I kept all my comments for Whimsy only and was sure to pretend like Synder’s subtle touches and glances didn’t affect me when they did.
After their movie, I pampered Whimsy with a pedicure and manicure. By the time her nails were painted, she was fast asleep. I put her down for a nap, then came back to the living room to clean up the mess I made.
Synder, who was still soaking his feet, said, “It’s my turn.”
Inwardly, I groaned. I hoped he would just get up and mind his business now that Whimsy was asleep. However, he sat on the sofa with his long legs propped open waiting for me to…service him.
Blowing out a deep breath, I brought the products and my little stool over to where Synder sat, then plopped down. Lifting his large foot from the steaming, scented water, I secretly admired his foot. It was nicely soft, and his toes were well taken care of. He didn’t even need a pedicure.
Glancing up at him, his eyes met mine. Biting back the comment on my lips, I reached for foot scrub and applied it to his foot.
I was aware that he watched me like a hawk.
Once I had it thoroughly clean, I dipped his foot again, then brought it back out of the water.
I placed his foot on my lap, reached for some moisturizing cream, and deeply massaged his tissue.
“Shit,” he mumbled.
Peeping up to see his face, his head was leaned back on the couch.
As my fingers worked his muscles and tendons, his head leaned from side to side.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he stifled a deep groan.
One of his hands gripped the front of the black joggers he wore. My eyes bugged at his dick print there.
Before I could think another thought, his hand slipped inside his joggers. My fingers slipped, but I swallowed and continued massaging him while being enthralled by him touching himself.
“Mm… I’m hard as fuck,” he groaned. “Ya hands feel so fuckin’ good, my baby.”
My heartrate sped up as he removed his dick from his joggers.
Gawking at the length and girth of him, my hands stumbled again.
He didn’t stroke himself or anything. He simply held his dick in his hand while I massaged his foot.
As I finished his first foot and shifted to the other, he started moaning again.
My ears would burn forever at his sexy sounds.
Just as a dollop of moisture seeped from his tip, he moved his hand to grip himself a little harder.
Regardless of me giving Synder the silent treatment, I was now in love with bringing him pleasure. Synder turned a simple moment into a moment that would last forever with me.