Page 42 of One Wild Night

Siena

When I walked intothe mansion and closed the door behind me, I sank down onto the cold, tile floor. Why did Ryan have to make this so much harder than it needed to be? Why did he have to stand up for me? He didn't have feelings for me. It was just fucking sex for god's sake! The best sex of my life, but still...to him it wasjustsex. If I had wanted him to know that Tony hurt me, I would have told him. I didn't need him to act like my knight in shining armor. I could take care of myself, dammit. I’d been on my own for two years, and survived just fine, thank you. Still, the fact that he broke Tony's nose for me made me want to kiss the hell out of him. I wasn't used to anyone standing up for me, and that was exactly what both Carlo and Ryan had done.

After a few minutes of just sitting there in the entryway, I got to my feet and headed upstairs to take care of my asshole boyfriend. I went straight to our en suite bathroom, where I figured he would be. Sure enough, he was sitting on the toilet seat with his head tipped back, trying to stop the blood flowing from his nose.

"Here, let me take a look," I told him as I approached carefully. I knew he would be irritable, and I was slightly afraid of what he might do. When I got closer, I could smell the alcohol on him. I figured he was probably drunk, and the last thing I needed was for him to lash out at me for something that was beyond my control. He didn't disappoint.

"What thefuckdo you want?!" he hissed at me as he dropped a wad of tissues into the trash bin beside the toilet, quickly grabbing another handful.

I didn't want to let him see my fear, so I squared my shoulders and looked him right in the eye. "I came in to take care of my boyfriend because I heard what happened. I guess if you want to deal with this shit on your own, be my guest." With that, I turned around and started walking out of the bathroom.

"This is your fucking fault, you know! If you hadn't gone crying to Ryan about me grabbing you, he wouldn't have broken my fucking nose!"

His words stopped me dead in my tracks. I spun around on him, anger overwhelming me. Forgetting my previous fear, I shoved my finger roughly into his chest. "Excuse me...my fault?Myfucking fault?! For your information, jackass, I didn't say a goddamn thing to Ryan about what you did to me. He heard I missed a week at the club, and when he asked about it tonight, I told him I had the fuckingflu! I don’t know who fucking told him, but it wasn’tme!I didn'tcausethis. You did the moment you put your hands on me last week!" I watched as his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. He was getting pissed off, and I knew I needed to be careful. "Look, Tony," I said after taking a deep, calming breath, "do you want my help or not? If not, then I'm going to bed. I've had a long day today and I'm exhausted." He glared at me for a long moment before his shoulders finally slumped and he nodded.

Somewhat tentatively, I walked up to him and removed the tissues. The bleeding had almost stopped, but his nose was definitely broken. I could tell because of the swelling and all the bruising that was starting to develop. "Alright, I need to reset this so it's straight. It's probably going to hurt, though. Are you ready?"

"Whatever. I don't want a fucking crooked nose for the rest of my life, so do what you have to fucking do already."

Once the words were out of his mouth, I grabbed his nose roughly with my right hand and pushed the cartilage back into place. When I heard a sickening crunch, I was filled with a sense of twisted satisfaction.

"FUCK!" Tony screamed out in pain and I had to turn away to hide the smirk on my face. Could I have been gentler with him? Definitely. Did I want to be? No way in hell. He deserved to hurt for what he had done to me. Even Carlo beating the shit out of him wasn't enough. I needed to do something too, and this made me feel somewhat vindicated.

I shuffled through the medicine cabinet looking for a bottle of Motrin®, and when I could control my facial expressions, I turned back to Tony. His eyes were clenched shut and he had a death grip on his knees. I could see wet streaks trailing down his cheeks, and I knew it had to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.

"You should probably take these. I'll go down and get you an ice pack. It's going to be swollen for a while, and you've already got two black eyes forming. The ice should help with the swelling, though." Without another word, I handed him two Motrin® and then walked out of the room.

I had been able to avoid Ryan the following two days. My body yearned for him in every way, begging me for just a glimpse of him, but I knew what it would mean if I gave in to the call. If anyone ever saw me evenlookingat him wrong, we would be dead faster than it would take a snowcone to melt in hell.

Things with Tony had gotten better in some ways, but worse in others. Because of the injury to his nose and the bruising on his face, he was in a lot of pain. That meant that he wasn't overly aggressive in the bedroom. He would still shove his cock down my throat whenever he felt the need to, but when he fucked me, it wasn't as rough as it had been in the past. It was honestly a relief to not worry about him hurting me for once. Still, I craved a different man. I craved warm, emerald green eyes instead of cold, steely black ones. I craved soft, loving caresses and feather light kisses, over a man who would cause me pain just to get himself off. The truth was...IcravedRyan, and I didn't know how long my resolve to stay away from him would hold up.

I decided to put it to the test the next day at the club. Carlo had sent Tony and his men on an errand, so I knew we wouldn't have to worry about prying eyes. When he walked into Cherries and straight back to his office, I made my way to the bar to get him a whiskey. I was scheduled to dance toHot For Teacherby Van Halen in an hour, so I was dressed in a very short plaid skirt and a collared, button up shirt. I had left it unbuttoned, and tied in a knot just below my boobs to show my black, lacy bra and ample cleavage. To finish off the outfit, I wore white fishnet stockings and a pair of black and white, Mary Jane style, 5 inch fuck me heels. I knew I looked damn hot, and I was proud of that fact as I strutted my way toward Ryan's office.

When I got to the door, it was partially open, and I could hear Barbie speaking to Ryan in what I assumed was meant to be a seductive tone. "Oh, come on, Ry! You know I suck cock better than anyone here. Let me help relieve some of your tension, baby," she offered in her nasally voice. I risked a peek through the door and saw that little whore on her knees in front of him, reaching for his belt buckle.

My heart skipped a beat until I saw him push her hands away and stand up to get away from her. "Goddammit, Barbie! I fucking said NO! I don't need you to suck my cock. Shit, I don'tWANTyou to suck my cock! Get the fuck off your knees and out of my office. NOW!" With that, I backed away from the door and quickly went into the locker room.

Barbie stormed in a few seconds later, and I swear she looked possessed, but I didn't say a word. She didn't notice me standing there, so I walked right back out and into Ryan's office, closing the door behind me.

"Good evening, Ryan. I thought you could probably use a whiskey," I said in greeting when he looked up at the sound of the door closing. His eyes were traveling over every inch of my body, lingering longer than was appropriate on my exposed legs and chest. Secretly, I was flattered and felt my stomach tighten in need for the man, but I couldn't let him see my weakness for him. Instead, I cleared my throat harshly and spoke. "Ryan!” I said, snapping my fingers in his face. “I know I've said this before, but I'm up here."

His eyes immediately met mine, and I could see the lust in them. "Hello, Trixie. What can I do to you...um,foryou this evening?"

Holy hell! I was going to spontaneously combust if he kept looking at me like he wanted to devour me. "I, uh, brought you some whiskey, like I said. I'm scheduled to dance in a bit, but I'm on break right now so I thought I'd bring you a drink."

His eyes landed on the tumbler in my hand, filled with his favorite amber colored liquid, and then drifted up to my exposed cleavage. He licked his lips, and I was instantly aroused. Shit! I wasn't ready to face him and I knew that now. I needed to get outside and get some fresh air as quickly as possible, or I would find myself straddling his lap, begging him to fuck me again. Maybe I really wasn't any better than the other whores in this place.

Without another word, I set the glass on the corner of his desk and exited the room quickly. I made it into the alley outside and sank down against the wall. I couldn't breathe; I couldn't think. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I thought it would punch its way through.

I'm not sure how long I sat there, but it couldn't have been long before the back door opened and someone joined me. Without looking up, I knew by the change in the air that it was Ryan; it had to be. No one else affected me like he did, and the night I spent with him only intensified the feeling.

"Siena? Are you okay?" he asked as he took a seat next to me, pulling his smokes out of his jacket pocket.

The sound of my real name on his lips always sent chills down my spine, but I didn’t want him to know that. He almost always called me Trixie to protect my secret, which I appreciated more than he would ever know. I shrugged noncommittally, because I really wasn't okay. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with me, or what I was supposed to do about it. I thought I was strong, but when it came to Ryan, I was as weak as a newborn baby.

"I'm fine," I finally said after a few moments of silence.

"You don't look fine," he commented immediately, handing me his cigarette and tapping another out of his pack.

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