Page 80 of Set the Moment
My mind is still on Sienna and how fucked our current situation is that anger boils in my chest as I read Cleo’s phone, my jaw clenching.
Blake(Wilder)
Wat ER oui?
Fucking great…
“Let’s go,” I say, my voice stern as the pink loving girl next to me widens her eyes.
The confused, wide eyed look that Cleo gives me reminds me so much of her cousin that I have to look away because the longer I look, the more I want to go to her.
Cleo can’t know about Sienna and I, and I’ll be damned if I tell her when Sienna told me not to.
Happy wife, happy life, am I right?
Looking at Cleo, I frown thinking about what I’ve gotten myself into. Why the hell am I dealing with drama on a Sunday morning?
I’m annoyed as Cleo and I make our way to her car. I take her to get breakfast first because knowing her, she’d just complain about being hungry the entire ride over, and I don’t want to hear it. Not right now, at least.
Right now, my mind is still focused on how I can get Sienna to let loose. She’s an only child and has never done a lot of the things that I was able to do as a kid since her parents were never home.
What she craves right now is rebellion, and I’m the best man for her to lead through one.
When I pull up to my house, dropping off Cleo with a full stomach and her cow pajamas, I tell her that I have some things to handle and stay in the car. Cleo’s a big girl who can handle herself so I’m not too worried about her as she marches up the steps of my porch and knocks shyly on the front door.
Now back to business.
Pulling out my phone, I find an image of Sienna’s list and smile.
Hello, number 19…Let’s see how well our girl is with needles.
I make a few calls and soon enough, the lovely Sienna Jones has an appointment at Ink and Tales this afternoon. Grinning like I won the lottery, I recline in the driver's seat and begin sketching a small piece, letting my fingers have a mind of their own.
Around five minutes later, the sketch is finished and my stomach is growling. Since it’s Sunday, Derek should be cooking breakfast.
I could really go for an omelet right about now…
My foot is just about to make contact with the plush green grass of our lawn when the front door flies open and Cleo runs through it,runningpast me and to her car.
What the hell—
“Cleo! Wait, no—” a loud voice belts, but it's too late. Cleo drives away so fast, you’d think she was fleeing from a crime.
Deep breaths, Jace.
The sight of Blake standing on our lawn in his favorite cartoon boxers with the guys standing behind him, watching, has my blood boiling.
One job. The idiot had one job, and he fucked with my best friend’s heart. I knew the asshole was going to fuck up eventually, but now I’m hangry and seeing as I was woken up because of this, I want to kill him.
“You’re in deep shit,” I say, pointing at the idiot as I jump into my other car, a sleek blue Maserati Granturismo. I shake my head as I think about Blake and Cleo, still not believing that Cleo really woke me up for this shit.
Driving the Maserati out of our driveway, I make my way down to the loft. I have two cars and a bike, but I never usually drive the Maserati because it’s my favorite and I don’t want anyone to ruin it out on the road. My mom and dad got me Lola, my Aston Martin, for my birthday, but this baby right here is all mine.
Running a few errands, I grab all the things that I need to make today’s date the best one yet.
Sienna may like to call the things we do on her list “activities” or whatever she calls them, but to me, they’re everything.
By the time I’ve arrived back at the girls’ place, I’ve changed and gotten her and I breakfast. Knocking on the girls’ apartment door, my veins thrum with excitement as I wait for Sienna. I’m smiling from ear to ear just at the thought of seeing her, but when the door opens, my smile crumbles to ash.
