5. CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 5
KASON
What the hell is taking her so long to text back?
At the center, I felt like I was being watched, and when I turned, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she stood. Sierra. Just when I’d given in to the fact that I’d never see her again, she was in the last place I ever expected to find her. And she was stunning. I saw the shock on her face before she turned away, but there was no way in hell she was getting away twice.
Sierra may not want to acknowledge it, but I am aware she wants another night as much as I do because her body betrayed her. When our bodies were close, her breathing picked up and her nipples hardened under her blouse. When I told her she would be hearing from me soon, I meant it. There’s a magnetic pull to her that I want to—no, I need to pursue.
I could have been out tonight with the boys like we planned, but I bailed. Going to a strip club held little appeal earlier, but since I laid eyes on Sierra again, it held absolutely none. She was as beautiful as I remember. A siren singing a melodic tune that calls to me, making me want to chase after her .
As hard as it was, I had to pull away from her in the hall. I wanted to spend more time with her, breathing in her jasmine scent, but somehow I found the will to leave. Our gazes connected numerous times before she walked out of the gym.
I was disappointed when I didn’t see her again later, so I stopped her friend who I recognized from the bar and got Sierra’s phone number. She was too happy to give it to me. I thought I’d have to charm it out of her, but she gave me an all-knowing smile and typed the digits into my phone.
While I wait for Sierra’s reply, I look around my new home, a brownstone I recently purchased. After vanquishing both Meegan and Alex from my life, I put the penthouse up for sale, wanting a change. Buying this place was a no-brainer.
It’s a three-level five-bedroom home with a two-car garage and a basement where the previous owners installed a gym and sauna, but the selling point was the bedroom and bathroom that took up the entirety of the third floor. With its own fireplace and walk-in his and hers closets, I knew this was the house for me.
Some boxes still need unpacking and the walls are bare, but I plan to finish up the move this week and start setting up my new home.
After what feels like forever, Sierra’s text finally arrives, and I grip my cell harder as I read it.
Sierra:
Although I appreciate you reaching out, I’m nobody’s booty call.
Why in the hell would she think that?
Me:
Who says I’m only looking for a booty call?
Sierra:
Your reputation for one. You’re very photogenic, I’ll give you that. I can see why the paparazzi want to take your picture. Remind me, as I can’t seem to recall, which model was it that you were photographed with last month making out with on a boat?
Shit. She searched me. I can imagine what she found. Although some of it may be true, there are also fabricated stories out there.
Me:
You shouldn’t believe everything you read. Yes, there was a kiss, but I went home alone that night and not with her like it claims.
I remember the day she’s referencing. After I kissed the woman, she became clingy and I no longer found her as attractive.
Sierra:
If you say so…
Okay. This is not how I wanted our exchange to go. I switch it up.
Me:
When can I see you again? I know you want to see me too. Don’t deny it.
After what she’s read about me, I wouldn’t be surprised if she tells me to fuck off. I’ve never really cared about what people say, but I also recognize it doesn’t always paint me in the best light.
Sierra:
Persuade me…
Now this I can work with.
Me:
I’m going to take you out for dinner tomorrow night like a gentleman should. We’ll talk and enjoy a good meal together, but after, you will be my dessert. I’m going to bring you back to my apartment, and I’m going to lick your pussy, and suck on your clit until your juices are dripping down my face. Then I’m going to fuck you. Hard. You’ll lose count of the multiple orgasms I give you. And when you think you can’t take anymore, I’m going to start all over again .
It takes a couple of minutes before she responds.
Sierra:
Sold. Meet me at Mirabella’s at 7 tomorrow evening.
I feel like I just won a championship game.
Me:
Get some rest tonight. You’re going to need it.
Sierra:
Goodnight Kason.
Me:
Sweet dreams.
I smile as I set my phone on the coffee table. Tomorrow night that vixen is mine again.
The next morning, I’m going through my boxes when I hear a knock on the door. The front of my house has a pathway that leads to a gate on the side with a wrought-iron fence on either side of it. You have to know the code to the gate to get to the door so that means it’s one of three people who have the code. Knowing my mom hasn’t driven up from Jersey to see me and my housekeeper Louise won’t be back until tomorrow evening to help me sort through some of these boxes, that means it's Leo.
Opening the door, I’m greeted by my cousin. After fist-bumping me, he walks straight into the living room. He places his hands on his hips and looks around with a whistle when his eyes land on the boxes. “Need some help?”
“Yeah. Thanks. Gotta get all these boxes up to different floors. Hope your legs can handle it.”
He rolls his eyes. “I run ten miles every morning. This is nothing. ”
We carry the boxes up to different rooms, and between their weight and the stairs, we’re both working up a sweat. After coming down the steps, I veer off toward the kitchen and ask him over my shoulder, “Water?”
He lifts the hem of his shirt and wipes the sweat from his forehead. “Sure.”
He follows me into the kitchen and sits on a stool on the side of the island. I grab two waters from the fridge, hand him one, and take a seat on the opposite side of him.
“Want to head out to Ice Blue tonight?” he asks. Ice Blue is a club in the city we have been frequenting lately on nights out.
I gulp some water. “Can’t tonight. I got a date.”
“You’re dumping me for a girl?” He places his hand on his chest as if he’s hurt, and I laugh.
“I guess I am. Trust me, if you saw her, you would be dumping my ass too.”
He smirks. “That hot, huh?”
Hot doesn’t even begin to describe Sierra. “Stunning,” I answer even though I feel that word still isn’t adequate.
“Where did you meet her?”
“I picked her up in a bar two weeks ago and got a hotel room. I didn’t expect to see her again, but then I bumped into her yesterday.”
“So not a one-night stand anymore?”
“I didn’t intend for her to be, but she left the hotel before I even woke up.”
He raises his hand. “Hold up. Are you saying you wanted her to hang around?” I understand why he’s questioning this. I haven’t been a stay-the-night kind of guy, much less a stick-around type of guy.
“Yeah, I did. Trust me, this girl is worth it, and I plan to bring her back here tonight. ”
His jaw hangs loose at that admission. I haven’t had a woman share my bed since Meegan lived with me, outside the last time we slept together. It was always easier to leave their place or a hotel.
“Like here, here?” he asks, finding his voice and then taking a sip of his water.
I laugh. “Yes, here here.”
He sputters around the water bottle he’s sipping from. “Well, shit. This girl must really be something.”
He has no idea. He slides his now empty bottle of water over to me. “Get me a beer. I need something stronger because I think hell has finally frozen over,” he jokes.
I laugh. He’s probably right, but I want this woman in my home and in my bed.