Sienna Galeon

There are three things that go on as I stir in my sleep from the morning sunrise floods in from the tall window and hits my face. First, my hands are feeling up an unknown solid warmth. Second, the sound of a deep groan meets my ears. And lastly, the unknown solid warmth begins to push against me.

Until I realize whats happening, it was too late.

When my face meets floor on my side of the bed, a loud thump follows behind.  "Um, ouch!" I start, "did you really just push me off the bed?" I question out loud aghasted.

Righting myself, I get off the floor and glare down at him as he still lays on his side.  Only my glare didn't stick around as my eyes soften seeing how cute he looks.

Bed hair tangled on top with heavy hooded eyes and a pillow sleep line across his cheek. He is wearing a white tank top that stuck to him like a second skin. Showing his well pronounced muscles dipping in and out around his arm. Both arms adorned with dark ink that swirled and made up of many art pieces. I couldn't quite see from here exactly what they are but from here, I can tell they are  beautiful. 

Until that cute face of his contorted into a look of pain.

"Блядь." He hisses leaning forward and reaching for his legs.

My eyes widen while watching Nicolai groans. The look on his face full of agony when he tries to ease his muscles  and massages around his calves. My heart drops at the sight of it. I can tell he is in a great deal of pain too; by the way his body shakes a little, sweat beading down his neck.

I'm just here staring like an idiot when I finally start to move, getting on the bed and sliding closer to him. Reaching my hands out, "here let me--"

"Don't." Nico bristles at me while looking irrate.

I can be stubborn too, so I ignore his baleful stare and slowly touch one of his legs, letting the warmth meet my cool touch. I push up his sweats and surprisingly found little hair on his leg, I expected them to be hairy and bushy but they looked rather nice. Knowing he probably lost some muscle tone but they still look quite muscular.

Nico's breathing becomes rapid and harsh when I start kneading the muscles on his one calf. He grumbles under his breath stewing in his own tantrum.

"I said don't." He says but there was no bite to his words like before. My eyes look up to meet his face to see he has his eyes closed while leaning back against the head board of the bed.

I stay silent while massaging his leg making deep circular motions and digging into the tissue with the pad of my thumbs. A low moan escapes from his lips from my ministration, long gone his attitude and miffled expressions.

Something untangible touches my heart to the way his eyes are closed and neck stretches backward, showing an adams apple bob up and down as he relax his head on the headboard. Such a vulnerable sight I've ever seen from a man such as this one. From hearing how dangerous and vial the rumors been from men talking with cigars and whiskey tumblers in hand.

My emotions get the better of me; I'm getting overwhelmed with how intimate this is. Knowing I am infatuated with Nicolai Stone in every possible way already. Also knowing I'm a goner by this point. Him laying there being unware while my eyes track every move he makes, and every bead of sweat tracking down the column of his neck.

Would licking up his entire neck be wrong?

Would this moment be a good moment to tell him that I adore him?

I'm getting in way over my head, "does that feel good?" I ask him.

"Mmhmm." He hums in a low tone ending it with a deep sigh of relief. 

About to start on his other calf someone decides to knock on Nicolais' bedroom door and open it all in one, "Master Stone, ваши люди готовы к сегодняшней повестке дня с, Miss Galeon." Rue says in Russian standing by the door, raising an eyebrow to me while waiting for him to respond.

Nico seems to snap out of whatever world he was in because he pushes my hands away before grabbing ahold of his legs and helping himself onto his wheelchair by his side. His upper arm strength is outstanding to no one's surprise but still I catch myself eye balling his arms and broad shoulders.

"Send Erica in to help me dress. And Rue get  shoes for Sienna before you leave." Nico says turning wheels and fixing to leave out the bedroom door. But he stops before he reaches the hallway and looks back to me, "give her my Amex card." He held my eyes for a heated moment before leaving.

Erica?

Maybe she's another maid.

"Let's get you ready, hurry!" Rue chastises me for sitting on the bed for too long and not getting a move on.

Rue helps by twining and pulling my long dark hair into a cute French braid with a red ribbon tying it off. My fresh face now adorning light shades of makeup almost to where its not matching my skin. I put makeup that would match my skin tone into my shopping list I'd already collected in my mind.

I needed tampons, pads, and a razor.

Bras and underwear of course.

Shoes.

I'm basically having to buy everything.

After a long 20 minutes we finish getting myself ready. I'm still wearing a baggy black t shirt and over sized sweat pants that I'd have to roll up twice but it'll do for now. Rue got me some ugly crocks but beggars can't be choosers. I feel like they are hers but I don't say anything. I'm actually excited to be going out and getting away from Nico and the mansion for a bit. Maybe I will gain more brain cells and think about how my life has come to this at some point when my mind is in the midst of spending his money.

Following Rue down the stairs and into the lobby area, four men await. Four? Why so many men, my father always had one of his men sent with me, but four?

I feel myself shrink a little upon their dark stares, one sneers at me, the other bares his teeth. The others had wicked smiles on their breaded faces. None were Nicolais' twins, Dimitri and Donovon. To be honest I'd rather it were them but I know I have no saying in this arrangement. 

We all walk out the front door, two men at the front of me and the other two trailing behind me. Rue leading us to a blacked out SUV.

One of the men opens the door for me, eyes watching my every move with distaste upon his expression, "Get in," he shouts at me, making me startle at his tone, "gold digging whore..." he says under his breath.

It was barely above a whisper but I heard him and I wish I didn't.

Jumping in the vehicle I felt someone pinch the bottom of my ass causing a loud yelp from me. My eyes widen in shock--and disbelief as well. When I turn behind to see who did it.

The door slams closed behind me. I turn my head to see if Rue noticed. She wasn't, she was staring out the other window with a disgruntled expression. 

Two of the men get in the very back of this three section seated SUV while me and Rue are in the middle. The two others take driver and passenger side.

The drive is boring.  No one talked, no one turned on the radio--just silent awkwardness greets me.

I twiddle with my fingers in lap, "um, excuse me sir? Could you turn on some music, please?" I ask rather shyly, I didn't know his name either.

It was like deju vu. The driver rolls his eyes and snarls back, "how about you zip those pouty lips and fucking stay quiet."

My mouth falls open in astonishment before looking over to Rue. She still is looking out the window, a sly smile adorning her aging face.

I stayed quiet looking down at my lap, something pulling against my chest, expanding into total uneasiness and self consciousness. Quickly I wipe my nose from the back of my hand to contain my emotional tantrum. Plastering a facade of unmoving and uncaring features.

Finally after a long drive across town we make it to a nice street filled with business.

When we park all the men gets out including Rue. I was last as one man opens the door for me, I smile, "thank y--"

"I don't have all day, get out." He bits out.

Frowning I get out and look around my surroundings. People walking up and down the street, some walking in stores and some out with shopping bags in hands. Rue stands beside me and slips a gold card into my palm, "if you vant the pin number then ask upon my permission. No stupid stuff." She informs me with a glare.

Nodding I tighten the card in my hold and start into a store ahead of us. As soon as I enter the glass door everything became a new world of fashion. Smiling I make my way and take a look at the dresses and pants hung up on hangers.

Grabbing clothes and cute little sundresses along the way I get to the cashier lady, "may you point me in the direction of the dressing rooms?" I ask with a genuine smile. I haven't shopped in a bit and honestly sometimes a girl can be a material girl if she wants to be. Buying new clothes sometimes feels exciting and dare I say, exhilarating.

The lady eyes me up and down while making a face at my shoes and outfit, "we do not take cash."

"Oh, I have a card. So that will work." I say gleefully, "but I would like to try these clothes on to see if they fit." I raise a hanger or two in empithizing, "so could you point me to a dressing room?"

"No. We have no clothes that will fit you here." She states with a scowl.

What? "But they seem to be my size I just want to make sure--"

"Why are you still here? I told you we have no clothes your size? You should leave before I call security. " The lady warns, eyes glaring.

Flustered I take a step back leaving the clothes on the counter and turn to find Rue, maybe she could--

Wait, where is she?

Looking around the store I can't seem to find her any where, only the men who are walking around the store aimlessly. Shaking my head in embarrassment I walk over to one of the men, one who hasn't spoken to me yet. He sees me coming and seems to be annoyed by my presence already. I fumble a little and rub the back of my neck with a sweaty palm, "Excuse me, sir. The lady in the front told me she wouldn't sell me anything because they won't fit me, but I think they do considering they are my size...I-I just needed help finding a room--"

"Maybe because you have a fat ass and big tits?" He leers at my breast which has me crossing my arms over my chest in discomfort, "look if she isn't going to sale you shit then we best be going somewhere else. Its not her fault she cant find you clothes to fit, its your fault. Maybe loss a couple pounds."

I flinch to his words, "I--"

I gasp when his large hand grabs the top of my arm and yanks me towards him, he snarls down into my face, "you think you can fool our Pahkan with your sweet-little-princess attitude? You are nothing but another gold digging slut--makes it much worse the fact that you are our enemies daughter. A little brat who sleeps her way on the top."

My face is burning with utter humiliation and discomfort to his seething words. None of it was true, of course I knew that but didn't change the fact that they still sting.

Bottom lip quivering, eyes watering I whisper, "can I least go to another store?" Ignoring the stares around me, "I...uhm...I need... tampons." I muster out the last word, flooding with utter embarrassment. I needed them though, it was almost that time.

Utter digust written on his face while he ushers me out with his grubby hand still gripping my upper arm, tugging me with him in his long strides.

Yanking out of his grip he finally lets me go. I look over to the glass windows of shops we pass by and see my reflection. 

Red rimmed eyes, pinkened nose and tears streaking down my cheeks.

I'm this close to losing myself and be a total cry baby--but I refuse to show them that. I had too.

Clearing my throat and pushing down my feelings I walk ahead of the four men. Wondering where Rue went but at this point I don't care.

While walking down the busy street I find a Starbucks up a head, true excitement flourishes in me with a little pep in my step. Walking over to the coffee place and reach for the door to open.

Only to be stopped by one of the men, "no detours."

Turning around I face four unhappy men with glaring eyes darting towards me. "I just wanted a treat...besides we can wait here until Rue shows up, yes?"

Please say yes, please say yes.

They weren't happy but one nodded their head and that's all I needed to smile big and walk into Starbucks.

"Hello! I would like a white chocolate, nut, foam cream cold latte please." I ask.

Groans and grumbles were heard behind me, "okay it'll just take a bit. Will it be cash or card?" The cashier asks.

Shit on stick. I still don't have the Pin for the card. Where is Rue?

This has become the worst shopping experience in my life. No fun. No money. No clothes. No tampons.

No coffee.

By the time we walk back to the SUV with nothing in my hands but self consciousness and dread, Rue finally shows up with a slice of pizza in a napkin in her hand. It smells so good, I haven't realized I haven't eaten yet, "can we stop somewhere to eat? I'm hungry." I ask when right on time my stomach growls.

Rue looks at my empty hands with what looks to be satisfaction, "we don't have time, we need to go back home."

Home...

I wouldn't say the place feels like home, yet. But knowing it is going to be anyway now kind of feels scary, especially now I know how his men act towards me and how they think of me.

Once I start climbing into the SUV a loud resounding slap echoes the entirety of the cab. I scream in horror feeling my ass cheek  burn from the blow. I turn around quickly to see who just slapped my ass.

It's the same man who called me a gold digging slut. He gives me a sleazy smile, "couldn't resist."

All the men chuckle while Rue eats her slice of pizza beside me pretending that didn't just happen.

My whole body shivers in disgust.

He slams the door in my face and gets to the passenger side. We drive off back to the mansion.

How can one day of me supposedly shopping for what I need become empty handed and nothing but full of disrespectful assholes and a mean Russian woman?

Looking away from them I stare out to my side of window, my lips wobble a little as I try to fight the tears.

But I couldn't.

I silently cry on our way out of town.