Chapter 3: Do What Makes Me Happy
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~Sienna~
“You’re young, Sienna. You have your whole life ahead of you. You deserve more than this old man.” Norman smiles, moving his head back.
The wrinkles on his face squeeze as if to back up his words—but they do nothing to diminish his handsomeness.
“Do you like being here, with me, instead?” I ask again, ignoring his excuse.
Silence.
His lips press to a thin line, a soft sigh escaping his nostrils.
“Anything is better than being in the same room with Liliana.” He finally says.
I grin, eyes glittering mischievously as I slip my hands into his hair. “Yeah… you can say that again.”
I laugh lightly. “I love being here with you too.”
He groans, hands tighten on me as he shuts his eyes.
His grip loosens around my waist, trying to move me off his lap, but I remain locked around his neck.
“f**k! Sienna, you’re not in your right mind.” He hisses, brow furrowed, sighing helplessly.
He wants this as much as he tries to stay away—I know. I feel it in the way his eyes darken with desire, the tension pulsing through his veins.
“I’m not a good man. Hell, I can’t be too different from your ex—”
“Did you ever cheat on your ex-wife?” I interrupt, narrowing my eyes at him.
He frowns, sitting up and pulling me with him. “No. I would never do something like that.”
“Good. Then you’re nothing like my ex-boyfriend.”
He shakes his head. “No, Sienna, you’re not getting it.”
“What did you do?” I press.
But he just stares blankly at me.
“What’s the reason for the breakup with Liliana?”
He takes a deep breath, his hands ghosting circles on my waist.
I don’t know if he’s even aware of his touch, but his mind seems far away.
“She left. She divorced me because I wasn’t up to the standards she wanted for herself, then.” His voice is low, raspy.
“Ohhh.”
That surprises me. Of all the reasons I expected, this wasn’t one.
“Does Nova know?”
“No.” He whispers. “She left when Nova was very young. Nova always looked forward to seeing her mother again, thinking she was just busy with work.”
He sighs. “All those years, managing my growing business while raising Nova, the last thing I wanted was to traumatize her by telling her her mother was never coming back. By the time she grew up, I think she understood on her own. But Liliana’s return now… it’s giving her hope again. I just have to wait for Liliana to show Nova her true colors. I don’t want to be the one to crush my daughter’s feelings.”
“It must have been hard, doing everything by yourself,” I say softly.
I shift on his lap, searching for a more comfortable position to ease the numbness in my legs.
“It was, but it was worth it,” he replies, adjusting his position and leaning back on the couch, pulling me down with him.
One of his hands rests at my waist, the other stays lower.
The new position makes me acutely aware of his body—solid, warm, steady. The ache between my thighs tempts me to grind against him.
With nowhere to place my hands, I place them on his chest, my head tilted slightly upward.
“Did you ever have another lover since then? Someone more than just satisfying your needs?” I blurt before realizing.
The question has been turning in my head, so long that it just slips out.
His eyes snap to me—surprise, intense
.
He’s handsome. Even if he doesn’t mean to be, there are women who would throw themselves at him.
“I’ve had lovers. Some lasted weeks, some months. But it was nothing serious. I always made sure they knew.” Norman shrugs.
“I mean someone you can’t stop thinking about. For a long time.” I insist.
If I’ve already asked, I might as well press further.
He stares upward, his nose flaring with each breath. I don’t miss the way his length hardens against my thighs.
He must have really liked this person.
All of a sudden, I don’t want to know anymore. A sharp sting gnaws at my heart, my teeth biting into the inside of my cheek.
“It’s you,” he whispers.
My head snaps down to him. Heat creeps up my neck, my heart thudding wildly.
“I told you I’m not a good man, Sienna,” he breathes.
“What kind of man lusts after a twenty-year-old girl—the same age as his daughter?”
My breath catches. I can’t believe I’m hearing this—from him.
“I can’t stop thinking about you since the first time Nova brought you for our summer trip. I thought you were going to be one of her bratty friends.”
“That was four years ago,” I marvel.
“But then, you came—in those ass-fitting shorts, a hazard to your youthful age. I couldn’t stop staring. It took everything in me not to pull you into my arms and rip them off you.” He groans, eyes shutting as if reliving the moment. “I fantasized about all the ways I could take you.”
He forces a rough laugh. “Can you imagine? An old man like me fantasizing about you—my daughter’s friend.”
“I thought you hate me.” I say.
He frowns. “Why would you think that?”
I shrug. “You were always scowling when looking at me. You avoided me—left me and Nova most of the time. I thought I was intruding on your father-daughter dates.”
He looks at me, eyes shadowed with something unreadable.
He palms my butt, thrusting his waist against my thighs—his hardness press into me.
A low moan escape my lips at the sudden move, my hands fisting in his shirt.
“Does it look like I hated do?” he groans. “I stayed away because I didn’t trust myself not to do those things to you. And… you’re young. Too young.”
I grind against him. “I thought you didn’t like me, but it didn’t stop me from crushing on you, Norman.”
I sit up, straddling him fully. His confession giving me courage. I can’t stop repeating it in my head—He likes me. He likes me.
“What…. Sienna—“ he tries to sit up, but I shake my head.
I start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers itching to feel his hard muscles.
“You shouldn’t do that,” he says weakly, but his voice falters.
Dark hair dusts his chest, trailing down in a thin line disappearing into his pants.
I lick my lips, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. His eyes burn, tracing the motion.
I lean down, pulling one of his n*****s into my mouth.
He hiss lowly.
His hands grabs my thighs, trying to control himself.
My lips move to the other n****e, teasing and sucking. After a few minutes, I pull away.
His eyes blaze, his neck thick with veins.
“I want you to do those things you fantasize about,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “For once, I want to do what makes me happy too.”
“You have to think about this,” he says quietly. “Your… boyfriend, he could come back. You were close to being engaged. You’ll have the life you wanted. I can’t give you that, Sienna,” he whispers painfully.
I lean closer, lips hovering over his, eyes glittering with mischief.
“Do you want him to come back?” I murmur. “Because I’ve flipped past that page.”
“Sienna—“
I don’t wait for his words. I seal his lips with mine.
Soft. Incredibly soft.
He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t push me away either.
“Mmm…” I hum, slipping my tongue into his mouth, one hand combing through his hair, the other pressed firmly to his chest.
Mint and grape flood my tongue—sweet, intoxicating.
He growls, his hand slipping under my dress. He bites my lips, sucking on my lower lip, his other hand groping my breast.
Yes!
Oh f**k, yes.
It’s the only mantra in my head.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll regret this, but right now—this is all that matters.
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