Suddenly Dirty (2 page)

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“Happy Birthday Beautiful,” Beau says, jumping onto the bed snuggling into me, lavishing me with kisses; even after ten years together he was still loving. Beau’s been working hard the past couple of months since taking over the family law practice from his father. I seldom have time with him lately, most mornings he is gone before I am, and most nights he is still at the office.

“I’ve got something for you.” Producing a red leather case from the bedside table, he hands it to me.

The gold cursive writing was a dead giveaway for what was inside. Diamonds! By the size of the box, lots and lots of them. Opening the case, a stunning diamond necklace glittered in the morning sun.

“Beau this is too much,” I tell him, picking up the necklace from its velvet case, twisting and turning it around in my hands. After all these years together, Beau’s wealth still made me uncomfortable.

“Sweetheart, nothing is too much for you.”

Tears well in my eyes. “Babe, this is so beautiful.”

Beau brushes the happy tears from my cheeks. “I love you, Sienna.” His soft lips touch mine.

Showing my appreciation for the gift, I pull him closer, thanking him with a searing hot kiss. “Do you have time for a quickie?” I ask with hope – it is my birthday!

“Sorry babe, I have an early morning meeting, but I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.” Giving me a quick kiss on the forehead, Beau heads towards the shower.

Falling back on the bed, with a whole lot of pent up sexual frustration aching between my thighs, my only relief would be with my BOB – like most mornings. Turning towards my bedside table, I open my drawer looking for that relief.

***

Fluorescent lights burn my sore eyes brining me back to the present as I splash my face with water. I look like shit and feel even worse. My stomach rolls again, remembering what happened at the party. I can’t seem to stop throwing up – even though there is nothing left to purge.

***

“Looking for Beau?” Phillip, Beau’s father asks, watching me walk off the dance floor.

“Yes, I am.” Beau’s parents tolerated me. I wasn’t their first choice for him, and they remind him of that constantly.

“I think he headed towards the boathouse.” Phillip sneers.

Following his direction, I head towards it. The view from our backyard is one of the best Sydney offers. Our home is nestled in the Eastern Suburbs amongst the multi-million dollar estates that hug the rocky shoreline of the harbor. You can see Sydney’s icons from the garden; the Harbor Bridge and Opera House. The twinkling lights from the moored yachts and cruises dot the waterways.

My heels sink into the damp, dewy grass. As I get closer to the boat house, raised voice’s echo from within. Peering through the opened porthole, so not to disturb the argument, I can see two silhouettes standing close together with the only light filtering through from the full moon.

“When are you going to tell her?” The female voice asks, walking towards the other figure.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene, wondering what was going on. “I want to start a life with you. You know this is what they have always wanted for us, what we have always wanted.”

The man rakes his fingers through his hair but stays silent.

Leaning in closer the woman kisses him, pulling him closer to her, holding his face as she controls the kiss. Her hands run down his back, squeezing the tight globes of his ass. He steps away after a moment, putting distance between them.

“You know that time is running out. We won’t be able to hide it for much longer. Tell her before she finds out from someone else.”

The male’s hand slams into the wall beside them, the sound vibrating through the room making the woman jump. “It’s complicated. You know that. Now isn’t the right time. I can’t ask her for a divorce on her birthday.”

What?!

No, no, no.

I know that voice. My legs give out from under me; I hit my head on the window sill trying to get away, the loud thud filling the still night air. Warm liquid drips down my face. Fuck, I’m bleeding, I look at the red stain on my hand. I hear footsteps thundering along the jetty towards me, I need to get up. I won’t let them see me this way, but my legs won’t work, they are frozen. Blood still drips from my forehead as I try to move.

“Sienna.” Beau’s eyes zero in on the blood dripping from my cut, the concern on his face snaps me out of my shock.

“Get the fuck away from me.” I yell, pushing myself onto shaky legs, and then I see her. The woman that kissed my husband; she was stunning, her brown hair pulled into a perfect French twist, her red, satin, slip dress clinging to her thin frame. Brown eyes that should be shocked or embarrassed at being caught out by her lover’s wife, instead, are cold, calculating. A smile laced with venom creeps across her mouth. She looks happy that I saw her with my husband. Something about her seems familiar, but I can’t place it.

“Sisi please, you’re hurt.” Beau takes a step towards me.

“Yeah, and who’s fault is that Beau?” The double meaning not lost on him.

“Let me explain, please.” He pleads.

“Nothing to fucking tell, I saw everything I needed to see.” Then I run. Tears threaten, but I hold them back. Yelling for Derrick, my closest friend, my confidant, the only man it seems I can trust.

“Si, what the hell happened?” Derrick roars, cupping my face in his large hands. “You’re bleeding.”

“Beau.” Was all I could say.

“That motherfucker. I will kill him.” Derrick roars.

Derrick and Beau don’t get along. It is mostly because of how much time we spend together; also, there is the fact that Derrick is gorgeous – but one hundred percent gay. Beau shouldn’t feel threatened by him, but he is. For six years, Derrick has been by my side as the head stylist at my exclusive boutique. We clicked straight away
through our mutual love of fashion, cocktails, shopping and trashy reality TV shows. I knew I had gained a new BFF right from the moment we hit it off. Beau works late most nights and doesn’t want to go to the millions of functions I am invited to for work, so I take Derrick. It infuriates Beau when he sees us together in the social sections of the newspaper.

“Sienna.” I hear Beau call my name.

Derrick’s grip holds onto me tighter. “Stay the hell away from her, Beau,” Derrick snarls, pushing me behind him, protecting me from my husband.

“Stay the fuck out of this, Derrick,” Beau growls back. Beau’s mystery woman is right there, standing beside him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm, watching the scene between Derrick and Beau.

Derrick looks between them. “Oh hell no, he didn’t, did he?” Derrick’s eyes are looking at the brunette.

I nod my answer in return, as I had lost the ability to speak.

That’s when Derrick launches himself at Beau, hitting him square in the face.

The brunette screams.

The music stops, and all eyes are now on the fight happening right in the middle of my party.

Derrick has Beau pushed to the floor, fists and insults flying.

“Sienna,” Stacey, my assistant, calls out my name. She comes running towards me moving me away from the fight. “You’re hurt?” She questions, as she digs around her purse, handing me a baby wipe to clean up the now dried blood on my forehead.

“You fucking bastard, how could you?” Derrick screams, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes through the night air. Two large security guards pull Beau and Derrick apart, trying to calm each of them down. Beau has a cut lip, and Derrick has a cut eyebrow. They are both breathless, the adrenaline still pumping through their veins from the fight.

“He’s not worth it.” Derrick spits out. I go to him, crouching beside him, cleaning up his cut with some more baby wipes. I was thankful he has my back.

“Sisi, please let me explain.” Beau pleads while his lover is fussing over him. Watching her tending to him makes me want to throw up.

“How long Beau? How long have you been fucking her?” You could hear the gasps from the crowd surrounding us, but I didn’t care if I was airing my dirty laundry, everything else ceased to exist around me.

“Si,” Beau whispers.

Turning my attention towards her, because I knew if Beau wouldn’t give me the answers I wanted, she damn well would tell me. “How long?” I ask.

She stood up straighter, gathering herself before responding to my question. “Beau and I are meant to be together, it’s taken him 10 years to realize this. We are just picking up where we left things all those years ago.”

Her words are spoken as if Beau has already chosen her, and I am just inconveniencing them with my presence. Then it clicked who she was. “Diana?” Looking different to the photos I had seen of her, her blonde hair now dyed a dark chestnut color. Beau’s parents always made comparisons between us, and now here she is before me and I seem to be doing the same. We are opposites she is tall and skinny whereas I am short and curvy.

Beau nodded, confirming my suspicion.

“Fine, who am I to stand in your way. All I’ve heard during my marriage is how Beau should have been with you – I guess it was true. Who am I to stand in the way of true love?” With that, I turn and leave them behind. I can hear Beau calling after me. But I don’t care.

Large arms rest on my shoulders; Derrick was right there beside me as always. “I’ve got you, Princess. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again,” He whispers into my ear, pushing our way through the shocked crowd.

***

I fall to the bathroom floor in tears, exhaustion hitting me; I have nothing left.

“Fuck me harder, big boy. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Is this woman auditioning for a porn movie? I don’t need a performance darlin’ I know how good I can fuck.

The blonde finally collapses beside me, exhausted from her efforts.

Getting up off the bed to dispose of the condom, I grab my grey sweatpants along the way. I need a drink to help me get over it. Heading towards the bar in my suite, I grab a glass tumbler and pour myself a bourbon. I quickly throw the dark liquid back, feeling the burn down my throat. That’s what I needed. Moments later, warm hands land on my waist, large tits press into my naked back.

“The rumors are true, you’re amazing.” She purrs, her Latin accent rolling over her words.

Casually she kisses my back making my body shudder.

What number is she this tour? I don’t remember nor do I want to. After fucking, all I want is to be left alone in my room, maybe play my guitar, write music, but most definitely not entertain her.

“Can I have one?” She breathes sexily into my ear, gazing at the bottle of bourbon with her eyes.

She’s starting to make herself comfortable; I don’t like it. These women know it’s one night only with me, as I’m honest from the start, but some always try for more. Sounds harsh but these women will do anything, and I mean anything, just to spend a night with a rock star. Our roadies are the testament to that; they are given blow jobs on a daily basis while we are on tour just so they can get closer to the band. Security gets rid of them once the roadies are finished having some fun.

Taking another shot, the burn of the bourbon slides down my throat numbing me. “Thanks for tonight, darlin’, but you’re not staying for a drink. You know where the door is, don’t you?”

The blonde looks at me in shock; she is a stunning woman with an exotic flare. No doubt being kicked out is a new concept for her. The change in her face is swift; I recognize what’s coming next. “Seriously, you’re throwing me out like yesterday’s trash, after fucking me.”

Shrugging at her, that was exactly what I am doing.