Suddenly Dirty (29 page)

“Fuck, no, I want Evan. I am in love with Evan,” I scream, catching myself on a sob. Seriously, I screwed up majorly; how stupid was I not to think that I wouldn’t be followed. We have had the paparazzi around us the whole tour, I should have known. I was so damn frazzled seeing Beau again I just ignored all my usual instincts.

“Did you see how mad he was? He is never going to forgive me,” I cry, curling up on Derrick’s lap.

A knock at the door sees Vanessa opening it to Isla’s pale face.

“Hey, I heard what happened. I am so sorry,” she sighed.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I have to do this or say this, but Evan wants you off the tour. He’s asked that you move hotels and that the job offer is no longer on the table or the move to LA.”

“What the fuck? That fucking bastard, how dare he,” Vanessa screams.

I reach for her arm to calm her. She is loyal to the core and would go into battle for me but I don’t want to ruin her job. “It’s fine, V, I’ll go.”

“So will I,” Derrick says, wrapping his arms around me.

“Sienna, I am so sorry. I told him he was a dick but his ego is wounded. I nod because I know how much I hurt him.

“Just give him time. He will eventually come around,” Isla adds.

I don’t think so.

***

It has been 72 hours since my life imploded, and not for the first time either this year. The boys have closed ranks around Evan leaving me very much out in the cold. Derrick and I moved hotels, as much as I hated it I needed to give Evan some time. The paparazzi has been relentless, of course after this photo, they dug around a little bit more and found everything about my and Beau’s past. So now old wounds are front and center for the world to see. I got a couple of messages from Beau apologizing for the kiss but I ignored them.

“Hey,” Vanessa says, joining us in our hotel room.

“The boys are leaving today; I have to go back to LA as well.”

My heart sinks a little. Is this how our story ends?

“Evan refuses to talk about what happened; he won’t even listen to reason when it comes to you; he’s one moody bastard.”

Pulling Vanessa into my arms the tears start to flow down my face.

“I’m sorry I messed it all up,” I mumble, into her shoulder.

“You made a mistake. You know what? I probably would have done the same thing. Everything that has come out about his dad and Diana; that is totally fucked up. I believe you when you say nothing happened but the photo does look unfavorable. Evan’s hurt. I know a bit about Hailey from Christian so I understand why he reacted the way he did. He’ll come around; it will just take time. You both love each other.”

Yeah, time that I think has run out.

“You have fun in Paris, you two,” Vanessa adds, as she leaves.

Yvette called after hearing about my very public breakup part deux and invited Derrick and I to stay with her. Paris would be good for the soul.

***

Knocking on Isla’s door, she was surprised to see me.

“Hey,” I say, not sure if she’s pissed at me or not?

Pulling me into a big hug she responds, “Hey, yourself.”

“I thought you were upset with me,” I start, the tears running down my face.

Isla looks at me giving me a sympathetic smile, “We’re friends, of course not. I believe you did something stupid. But I still love you.”

“I just wanted you to give this to Evan.”

Isla looks down at the large bag. “What is it?”

“Everything he ever bought me, all the clothes, underwear, jewelery, everything.”

Isla clutches her chest and says, “Not sure he is going to want it but I get the sentiment. So I hear you are off to Paris.”

“This year fucking sucks. Guess I need to work out what the hell I am doing with my life. I’m pretty sure Paris is the best place to start.”

One week later

“Open up you lazy fuck.”

The pounding on my bedroom door sends vibrations through my skull. “Fuck off Chris,” I shout, as I pull the pillow over my head trying to drown out the noise. My head is fucking killing me. This week has been hell; most of it has been spent staring at the bottom of a bourbon bottle.

“Open up or I will kick in the fucking door,” Christian yells again. Then silence as I hear muffled talking behind the door. Maybe he got the point. I don’t fucking want to be around anyone.

“See Christian, I told you the sliding doors would be open, you should have listened to me in the first place.” I hear Vanessa’s voice and it jolts me awake. How the fuck did she get in?

“Well, it would have been more dramatic if I kicked in the door. Walking in now seems like such a let down.” Why is Christian in my room?

“Fuck this place stinks, when was the last time you had a fucking shower, Evan.”

Pulling the pillow tighter over my head, I mumble, “Go away.”

“Fuck Ness, he is pathetic. Who knew Evan Wyld would be this cut up over some pussy?”

“Ouch. Fuck Ness that hurt.” I hear him grumble.

“That pussy is my best friend so fucking watch what you say, okay.”

“Bet she isn’t lying in bed all day, she’s probably having fun hanging out with hot French guys in Paris.”

Why the hell won’t he shut up? I don’t want to know what Sienna is doing and with who.

“From what I hear, Sienna spends most of her time sick. Derrick’s worried about her. She can’t seem to stop throwing up. She fainted the other day when they went out shopping, cut her head open on the cobblestones. Lucky she didn’t need stitches.”

That bit of information gets my attention. I slowly sit up in bed, my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light streaming in through the glass doors; the bastards have pulled open all the curtains.

“Is she okay?” I ask.

“Finally, sleeping beauty has awoken,” Christian jokes.

I flip him the bird, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

“No, she’s not, Evan and if you ever fucking loved her you would be flying your sorry ass over there and making it better. The both of you are as miserable as each other.”

I frown at her. “She humiliated me, Ness. I’m sure Beau is looking after her, she’s his problem now.”

A plastic water battle hits my chest. “Ouch. What the fuck Ness?”

“You fucking asshole. She never wanted Beau. Yes, she went about dealing with him the wrong way, she should have told you. But she didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. In all honesty, she never wanted to see him again but thought that maybe she needed closure so she could focus on the future she wanted with you. This whole tour she only had eyes for you but your ego is so massive that you can’t get over yourself long enough to remember what you had and that it wasn’t worth throwing away because of some stupid picture taken out of context,” Vanessa shouts, while standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.

“She betrayed me, Ness and I know she is your best friend so of course you are going to take her side.”

Vanessa let out a frustrated growl. “Believe what you want Evan, but she loves you.” She says as she storms off out of my room.

“She’s a scary woman,” Christian smiles, sitting on the bed beside me. “But dude, you need to get out of this room, you have missed meetings in regards to the label. We’re all just worried about you.”

“I know, I promise I’ll get my shit together.”

Christian smiles, slaps me on the back and nods in agreement.

***

Two Weeks Later

“Hey, Charlotte how are you going?” I answer my phone after a hard session at the gym.

“Great, I’m just getting ready to photograph Yvette’s show.”

I could hear the excitement in her voice; Charlotte was so worried after Sienna and I broke up that Sienna would kick her off the show, but apparently Sienna contacted Charlotte and told her that whatever happened between us had nothing to do with her and her ability to do a job. I know most women probably would have been a bitch to Charlotte to get some revenge on me, but Sienna wasn’t like that. Fuck, I miss her.

The last two weeks being apart from Sienna have been tough, especially the media attention. It’s been a blessing and a curse. I have been able to see pictures of her in Paris. Seeing how pale she was and that she had lost some weight made me feel sick, but how could I trust her after what she had done. I just keep reliving that photo of her and Beau over and over again.

“Evan, Evan, are you there?” Charlotte shouts down the phone.

I’d totally spaced out on her.

“Hey I have to go, but when you get a chance check your emails, I sent some pictures from the tour. Okay, I have to go, wish me luck.”

Axel has been impressed with Charlotte’s photography and asked if I would be okay if we hired her as our new in-house photographer for the label. Having my sister back in LA with me; shit yeah I was happy about that.

***

Christian had finally dragged me out of my cave to some party. It was your typical Hollywood party, packed full of celebrities, hangers-on, groupies, wannabes, socialites; you name it they were here. The thought of moving on from Sienna made me feel sick; this startling realization made me laugh at how pathetic I had become.

“What’s so funny?” A female voice asked, as I stood by the bar.

Turning towards the woman, who was gorgeous, her large over enhanced breasts were the first thing to grab my attention and the dress that barely covered her pert ass and legs. Her long, peroxide hair falling in waves down her back, her chocolate eyes looking at me with lust. She knew she was gorgeous and any other time she would have been my type, but not anymore. All I could see was a petite blonde with jade-green eyes and great tits.

“Just realizing that I’m not over someone,” I state, taking a sip of my beer.

“That Australian girl who cheated on you?” The blonde asked.

Of course she knew who I was. All I could do was nod in agreement.

Her hands skim my arm as she says, “I can help you get over her if you like?” Her glossy red lips puckering up for me.

“Thanks, but no.”

Genuine surprise crosses her face. I’m guessing she’s not used to men saying no to her.

“I could make you feel so good,” she continues, as her hand slips down to feel my crotch.

I seize her hand, pushing it away from me. “Like I said, no thanks.”

“That’s just sad, pining after a woman who doesn’t want you.”

Turning and giving her a murderous look, I shout, “You don’t know anything about me, I suggest you find someone else to bother.”

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she walks away.

“Can I get a bourbon?” I ask the barman, who nods and walks away.

“Women like her are a dime a dozen in LA,” the barman mumbles.

Slamming back my drink I had to agree that none of them were Sienna.

It must have been a couple of hours that I sat at the bar hanging out with Tony, the barman, he listened to me complaining about Sienna. While he’s busy serving other patrons, I open up my emails to see what Charlotte has sent through. Clicking the email I see the gallery of pictures, she caught one of Sienna watching me on stage. That’s when I saw it; I saw the love that was radiating from her and the realization that I had fucked everything up because my pride was hurt. Maybe I could fix this; maybe we could make this work.

There was a second email from Charlotte, the subject line written in capitals.

READ THIS!!!!!!!!

It got my attention.

Evan, I spoke to a photographer friend and asked about photos from the day Sienna met with Beau and they sent me this. Thought you should look at them, you might find it interesting.

Love you, Char xoxoxo

Opening up the photo gallery, pictures of Sienna and Beau flash at me. They are from every moment of that that day; frame by frame; from the time she arrived until the time she left. Sienna didn’t look happy when she entered, her arms crossed in front of her, Beau’s face had a large smile plastered across it but Sienna didn’t seem impressed. Then the next set was of her leaving; it showed her walking out first with a scowl on her face. Then Beau’s hand grabbing her arm and turning her around. The look of shock written all over her face; followed by the pictures of that kiss.