chapter 5

Sienna Galeon

I should have worn a jacket. I didn't realize how long of a line it would be to get into the Hotel as is. Of course, I wouldn't have been behind a line of elegant people in gowns and suits if it weren't for my parents going ahead of me. They would've been regconized by the members in committee that had organized this party. They would just walked right on in.

I've never gone with them to parties or charities so how would they know me?

So I stay out in this chilly Chicago air, in line. I can hear my teeth clattering and nose turning pink. My breath fogging in the air. God let this line hurry up!

Finally after next Christmas, and showing the security my ID, I made it in.

Wow.

This place is bigger than I thought. The lobby is full of swimming gowns striding in the middle of a floor. Suits gathered with suits as they talk in groups. A big crystal chandelier hung up high and I can balcony inside looking out a skyline window. Music bombards me as some people dance on the dance floor. Tables and chairs at the sides and a big stage on the left. Waiters and waitresses hovering big platters of flutes and fresh crab cakes and more.

I'm a little out of my element.

What am I kidding?

I was born for this.

So I suck it up, straighten my spin and jutted my chin high as I walk through the sea of people. Swimming with them in fluid ease. Like I belong.

Until I see the scowls on my parents face coming straight for me. Mama looks up and down at me before sneering, "this is not what I had in mind young lady."

Papa lays a hand on her shoulder, "we don't have time for this, Mia Cara, I have to be at a meeting. Come now."

With one last scathing look they leave me. Flustered and burning with humiliation. A couple of eyes steer my way at the chastising they heard from Mama. A guy smirks and other chuckle, shaking their head.

So much for belonging. I can see it now, many peoples eyes looking this way. Am unfamiliar face to stare at and talk about in low murmurs.

Lips wobbling just a little and stride over towards the stairs, maybe they have a powder room up here somewhere?

I need a minute, just a minute to collect myself.

Tucking my purse under my arm I step up the long cased stairs with a velvet red carpet. My palm gliding up the stairs banister. The music thrumming into the air and chattering rumbling the between.

I didn't know exactly where to go but I liked how secluded some of these halls were. A couple straddlers here and there but not crowded. Stopping to catch a breather I admire the art work along the walls. They remind me of summer nights, and wishful thinking.

The music from the Gala had long been muffled from how far I have taken myself. I peek into a lowlight room finding a library in it. Further down seemed predictable since it was a dead end-but the last door on the left had a security guard standing outside it. Yicks maybe I should go back...

I turn around and find myself back at the library instead.

Plucking a small book from a shelf I open it, seeing that it was sectioned in romance.

I wish falling in love was like in the books.

Placing it back I walk further into the isles until I'm met with a cute little book shelf on its lonesome.

I see a book had been touched, it's barely tilting down, I grab it--

Click.

Click.

Huh?

That sounded more like a g--

"Why the fuck are you in here?" A deep, hollow voice asks, with a thick accent edgeing his syllables. A cold tip of a barrel pressed against the back of my neck.

Gasping in shock, cool sweat beads around my neck as I lift my hands in surrender, "I-Im sorry! I didn't know this area was off limits!"

Slowly, very slowly I stand up straighter and turn around.

And then looked straight at the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on. Cazzo.

Heart be still.

Deep green forrest eyes stare back at me. The kind of green you would wake in the early morning of spring, the tall grass still dewy from the mist. Flecks of brown swirling in a pool like a lake filled with lilypads.

My eyes take in everything at this point.

A man in a wheelchair. He is at my height right now maybe a little taller which tells me if he were to stand he'd be very tall with those long legs, like 6'2 ft or something. Ignoring the fact that a gun is pointing straight at me, my eyes linger every inch of him. Admiring the two piece suit he is wearing, black on black, button down dress shirt beneath the lapels of his over coat is silky-smooth with a matte black tie. His over coat is matte black aswell and a deep grey velvet handkerchief in a small pocket. Dress shoes spotless while it gleams a sheen from the over head dim lighting of the library.

My God, a jawline that could cut a heart out. Eyebrows thick and prominent, complimenting his narrowing eyes. Causing shadows at his wake. Plush pink lips are full with a cute little indent on his bottom lip. Nose straight and pronounced sternly as if he could smell the fear from me right now.


Tanned skin that looks seasoned, reminding me of summer heat.

His hair, damn his hair is like prince charming. Dark midnight with a low light of blue hints in it. Cut a little short by the ears and longer on top. It curls a little, small trindles of hair laid atop his brows.

Gorgeous. Freaking unfair.

My heart needs to stop pounding.

1

Shit, are those veins on his hand?

2

Focus, Sienna, focus.

3

Did he say something to me before? If so, I don't remember.

4

Why does God have favorites? Or am I dreaming?

5

Come on, find a distraction!

Stop looking at him!

I cant...he has a gun aimed at my face, point blank may I add.

6


"Are you counting?"


My eyes widen as I shake my head profusely, sputtering words of not-so-endearing at first expressions, "uh, yes, um, no, well maybe."

He raises a thick brow at me, gun still aimed between my eyes.

My arms are starting to ache from being held up in surrender, "o-okay! Yes I was counting. But that's because my therapist told me to do that because if I can't find a way to find a distraction, then I'm a goner."

My mouth...

It will not shut up.

"And I was looking for the powder room at first but then found myself in here so I started looking around. I just wanted to get away from everyone for a bit, you know. Well maybe you dont, but anyway, my parents had brought me-actually they didn't they had taken a separate car but when I got here which sucked cause I waited for 30 minutes in the cold to get in which is fine. But then they embarrassed me infront of alot of people before they left to some meeting. So I had to find somewhere to be alone. But but please don't shoot me sir! I haven't lived! I-I have so much I want to do, like get married and have kids-- I want a dog that I can name pooky and I want to have sex--lots and lots because I'm a virgin....please sir, don't make me die a virgin!" I exhale then inhale.

That's when the water works come in. A fucking dam broke I tell you. But everything I said were true to be honest.

If I thought I was embarrassed before, now I truly am. My face is heated, my ears are probably pink along with my nose as I sniffle.

But when I look up to see the man. He is no longer with a gun in hand. It was gone. Disappeared insight, making me wonder where he could have put it.

And his face shows a look of disgust, maybe I'm confusing it with an uncomfortable expression with the way his lips sneer.

"I think I just gagged on my own vomit listening to that shit." He mumbles, lips parting and tongue flicking in, yes I was right it was digust he was in from my own word vomit.

Oh brother, kill me now. In fact get the gun back out...

I slowly place my arms down, tucking my purse under me tightly, I clear my sore throat from all the weeping, "that tends to happen when I'm in distressed." I defend.

He tucks his suit lapels tightly into him, "out of all of it, I only need the why you were in here, not a gods damn novel." He grumbles.

I bit my lower lip before speaking, "sorry."

This is when his green eyes start to trail from top to bottom of me. I shiver at the way they started from my hair to my eyes, lips then downward. Heat creeped up my neck as he scours down. On my breast to my hips then legs. All the way to my red heels.

I wonder if he likes what he sees.

"Like what you see?" I couldn't help say. I never knew how to shut my mouth.

And that shocked him. His eyes widen and lips part a slight.

He was about to say something but was cut off by laughter ringing down the hallway from the library's door. "Shit." He says under his breath before meeting my eyes again.

Looking over to the door, shadows start filling in.

I didn't get a chance to see those people coming in. No. Because a large hand had grabbed me by my arm and another around my waist. Pulling me down, leaving me gasping in surprise shock.

I yelped when tugged into the strangers lap, my legs dangling on the side. He places his hand over my mouth tightly, so tight my cheeks squeezed in causing my lips to pucker beneath the heat of his palm. His other hand spinning one wheel quickly, having us hiding behind an isle in the shadows. "Shh, not a fucking word from you, or you will find yourself choking on your own tongue." He whispers the threat in my ear. And it was no empty threat between those words. I don't doubt him, I believe him.

We both are hiding behind the book shelf. I was on his lap bridle style as one of his hands is laid atop my outer thigh, and the other behind my back. It was an awkward situation at most but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable by the position.

Muffle words become actual words now that the other strangers come into the library. Two older men have taken the middle of the lounge area. "We must do something or he will find out." One said.

"After the meeting he seemed to have figured it out it looks like. But who knows, that crippled bastard probably just wanted to leave early to find some pussy tonight. I mean, that's if he can get it up. Whose to say his dick doesn't work if his legs can't." The other one chuckles.

"I don't feel sorry for the bastard, he deserved it. He thinks he is better than everyone. Did you see how he thought he could talk to me as if I'm some low life?" The other man spat.

I can feel the man behind me tense up to every word. As if ready to do something. It didn't take a genius to know that they were talking about him. To be honest, I feel mad for him too. Their words are so distasteful in my opinion. And very inappropriate for two grown ass men with beer guts and boldness as if they have game with any of the ladies. Their probably married and gloomy about how unhappy their lives are for them to have time to talk about one's dick. But, atlas that is just from my own perspective of them right now.

I can feel his gun now that I shifted a little its behind his left breast pocket of the suit. It keeps poking into my shoulder. So I fix myself.

He grunts a little but doesnt stop me. Now sitting straight up, my legs are between his long legs and my ass is against his crotch.

Something devious crosses my mind.

God, I'm bad. But why not?

I place both my hands on each side of his wheelchairs arm rests and grip them. Starting with a little hip motion while trying to stay quiet. My ass starts shifting inward and outward as I grind into him.

A deep hitch of his breath while large hands grip both sides of my waist, fingers embedding into my silky dress.

Hot breaths touch the tip of my ear sending a tingle down to my toes as they curl in my heels. His breath smells like mint and a hint of apples.

Continuing to roll my hips against him I can feel something poking between the fabric into my ass cheeks. My dress riding up even more when his hands start to force me to move a little faster.

Oh my God. I can feel his hardness grow even more as it pokes into me, damn he must be fucking huge.

I couldn't help the silent sigh releasing from my lips. He lifts one hand from my waist to wrap it around the front of my neck. Pulling me back against his heaving chest, having the back of my head leaning on his shoulder. His hot breath touchs the lobe of my ear, "if you don't stop, I will fuck your virgin ass raw." His fingers dig into my throat with each word.

Damn.

My movements faltered.

Then I was pushed off him abruptly with his hands. I staggered up right on my heels. My purse swinging around me while I try to straighten up and fix my dress.

I was so consumed in the moment I didn't realize those men had left.

The man in the wheelchair fixed himself before wheeling back and leaving me. "Wait, where are you going?" I ask feeling flustered.

He kept wheeling and wheeling leaving me in his dust.

Nothing but his shadow had left from the door leaving me in silence of the library. Having me question what just happened and dare I say leaving me breathless.

I should go after him.

No, that would be a terrible idea. He literally pulled a gun on me and then proceeded to threaten me, twice.

But my judgement has never been on my side. Because here I am...


Running to catch up with him.



No, this is not me falling. No, no, no.



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