“I’ll keep it in mind.” I would never call her. I think she knew that, too.
For the past year and a half, my life had suffered because I couldn’t let go of the idea of what we’d once had. Now my life had been shaken, and it sure didn’t involve her any longer.
Chapter 22
Lucy
It had been seven days since we got back from Spain, and I hadn’t heard from Toby yet. My calls had gone unanswered, as had my text messages. Seeing him would be ideal, but since I didn’t have a key, I had taken that as a sign that I wouldn’t be welcome in his house.
The fact that Sienna mentioned that his aunt Tamsin—the one that had cancer—had also passed away yesterday, made me ache deeply for him. He wasn’t having to deal with one death, it was three.
Thinking of that beautiful, little angel brought tears to my eyes. Watching the man I loved hurt when there was nothing I could do to ease his agony, was the worst thing I had ever witnessed in my life.
Toby’s hurt when I had left him was nothing compared to the eviscerating pain I had watched him go through—that he continued to experience at the moment. I couldn’t fathom what it had been like to bury Amelia and their baby five days after the little one had died.
He became a ghost. A ghost with empty eyes—eyes that could see, but never really grasped anything they were seeing. Sleep had deserted him; his eyes were always red-rimmed from sleepless nights and tears. He was continually out of it, spacing out when spoken to. And at some point, I thought he wanted to bury himself along with them.
After the funeral, Blake and Sienna strongly suggested that he stay with them whilst mourning. Chad and I had agreed, but he had been adamant that he wanted to be alone and that no one should dare bother him during this sensitive time.
I knew for a fact that Sienna had arranged with Freya, Blake’s housekeeper, for food to be delivered four times a day to his home since he was steadfast about none of us invading his space and pestering him about anything. So we’d all grudgingly stepped back, wanting to grant him his wish… even Blake, which only made me more desperate. Because without anyone, Blake most of all, he would deteriorate in his own misery, and I would hate for that to happen.
I wasn’t sure what those two spoke about, but I knew Toby said something to him the day after the funeral that made Blake stop demanding that he listen to him. Blake Knightly wasn’t a man that could easily be told what to do, however his best friend had said something that had made him stop pestering.
Like any normal person, I hadn’t stopped wondering what it was; which was why I took action and decided to give the newlywed couple a quick visit.
It was early Saturday morning and I was sure they’d still be in bed. So I took the liberty of purchasing coffee, my kind of apology in exchange for waking them up. Living with Sienna before had already given me an idea of their sleeping habit, eating preference, their usual fights, and of course, let’s not forget about their loud, hard-pounding kind of mating that always left me to wonder how in the world Sienna could walk in four inch heels after that kind of shagging.
Arriving in Chelsea at the Knightly’s lavish home, I entered my pass code on the keypad before placing my thumb on the scan screen so it could identify me. Blake had top-notch security because he was a major deal. With billions and all as well as a hot face and body to go with everything else, it was a given that a lot of twisted fucks would try to get his attention. Then there was the other wretched sick fucks who wanted to hurt his woman. The situations these two had gone through from the start were quite the nonsensical soap opera.
With the gate opening then closing, I strode towards the modern Victorian house before producing a key to enter into the lavishly decorated foyer, closing the door as quietly as I could. Making an effort to pause and peal my ears for any indication that the two were up and about, I was greeted with nothing except quietness, so I proceeded towards the stairs and into the hallway towards their bedroom. Hiding back a smile as I bit into my lip, I hoped that those two weren’t in the midst of shagging as I gently pushed the bedroom door open.
Their two dogs immediately perked up, especially Santini, the husky. It looked like he was about to bark until he recognized who it was, then he went back on his spot, right next to Blake’s feet.
The two were beyond knackered it seemed because there was a wide space in between their snoozing bodies.
I knew it wasn’t the time to be silly, but it had been ages since I’d had good fun, and this opportunity was just as good as any. I took my shoes off and made my way towards the bed, scooting myself with caution as I held on to the coffee tray consisting of scalding hot beverages. I didn’t breathe until my body was resting against the black, tufted headboard, contemplating what I should do first when Blake made a muffled sound.
Peeking at his side, my eyebrows rose when I saw his wide expanse of tanned, chiseled chest. Was he… naked underneath? The bloody thought hadn’t occurred to me.
OH. My. Fuck!!! This was a chance in a billion trillion.
Shifting towards Sienna’s back, I somehow wiggled my way into the comforter before braving it out and taking a peek just to get an answer for my curious mind. And violà! His bloody tight arse was shaped to perfection no less.
Stifling my giggle, I lifted my left foot, bringing it towards his golden bottom. With the help of my big toe, starting from the top, I brushed it along the crack ever so smoothly, making sure I didn’t make the mistake of pressing it deeper into the crevice as I went along. My touch was light, feathery soft, but Blake noticed.
“Sienna…” he muttered. “My cock is hard and ready for a ride, cara.”
Christ Almighty! Such a horny bastard, I thought wickedly as I remembered how Sienna usually talked to him.
In a low whisper, I went further into the joke. “How do you like it, baby?”
“Fuck me hard. Milk it good,” he grunted out, sounding more awake than the last time.
Oh, God. This was epic.
“My, Blake Knightly! What a dirty, naughty boy you are.”
His entire body froze, arse stiffening as he slowly twisted to his side with a horrified, camera-worthy look on his face.
“Fucking Hell, Lucy!” he screeched before barking a deep-bellied laugh that reverberated throughout the room, which woke Sienna.
“Blake! You’re hurting my ears!” she grumbled, half sitting before she cocked her head to the side and saw me. “Holy shit—you’re here! What happened?” She looked rattled, but one glance at her husband softened her features.