Chapter 5
ZANE
I never expected she’d recognize me right away. Or that she’d go with me so willingly. Like she’d just been waiting for me to come for her.
But I won’t start thinking nice thoughts about her now.
I’m here to get my revenge for her betrayal.
She’d barely changed in the last decade. Except her eyes. They carry a deep sort of sadness now that doesn’t go away even when she smiles. There was always sadness in her eyes, especially when she told me about what the priest had done to her. But not like this. Not this deep.
She smells so nice too. Like the crisp ocean air with just a hint of lavender, reminding me of early summer days when we had months of freedom to look forward to. Months and months when we could just be together. They were too short.
We’re standing by my bike that’s parked next to her expensive black SUV. My arm is still around her shoulders, because that’s where it belongs. She’s leaning against me, her arms wrapped around my waist like she doesn’t mean to ever let me go again.
What the fuck is going on?
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, glancing at the bike and then smiling up at me.
Damn. She really wants me to take her away.
And I really, really like that.
But that’s not how this is supposed to go.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap at her. “Are you high or something?”
Her eyes turn even sadder. And a little confused.
“I’m crazy, maybe.”
“I’m not here to be your friend,” I say, wondering if I’m not actually lying.
She smiles again, one of those coy, naughty smiles that could always make me do whatever she wanted.
“You’re here as my lover then,” she says, stands on her toes and kisses me.
The force of that kiss has nothing on the force of universes colliding, I’m sure.
I forget how much I hate her, I forget all about how her betrayal and lies tore my soul apart. I just kiss her back. And remember all those long summer days, those pleasant, soft hours we spent exploring each other and our love.
Another man did those things with her. Not this one I am now. But that’s not true anymore as we kiss.
Yet it is.
There’s no way back to that time, to being that man.
I break the kiss and hold her away from me as she tries to kiss me again.
She looks confused again. And sad. But her eyes are also so full of desire my cock is straining against the zipper of my jeans, and I want nothing other than to make her happy, make her feel good. Let her do those things for me too, make me feel good. Make me happy.
But I’ll never be happy again. And she’s the reason.
I let go of her and mount my bike, stop her from climbing on too when she tries to.
“I want to come with you,” she says. Pleadingly. Sadly.
I shake my head because I can’t actually speak. This is not how the reunion as supposed to go and it’s fucking with my mind like nothing else ever has. But of course, it is. This is Sienna after all.
I peel out of that parking lot as though the fiery demons of hell are chasing me.
What the fuck just happened?
I don’t know the answer to that.
The only thing I know is that it’s stupid and pointless to run from her. Because I will be back for her. And soon.
Just as soon as my head stops spinning so very hard.
She could always do that. Make my head spin until I didn’t know up from down. Right from wrong. Truth from lies.