Page 132 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
BEN
Sienna’s asswiggles against me, and I groan and pull her closer. Sunlight is spilling in through the windows. It takes me a second to realize I’m in my bed at my uncle’s house.
I had the worst dream last night. I kept seeing Sienna driving away from me. I’d call out to her and run behind her car, but she’d never stop.
With a sigh, I burrow my face into her neck. I don’t know when she returned last night, but I’m so fucking glad she did.
Except... there’s something not quite right.
She smells different. I don’t remember her perfume being so cloying. It’s almost nauseating.
She grabs my hand that’s wrapped around her waist and she pulls it to her bare tit and moans. Her flesh overfills my palm, and I’m about to give it a good squeeze and rock my morning wood against her round ass when I freeze.
Because this is not Sienna’s breast in my palm.
I jerk back so fast that all I see is a mass of brown hair go over the edge of the bed.
“What the fuck?” Janelle screams when she lands on the floor.
My eyes widen in horror when I see her.
“What the hell are you doing, Janelle?” I yell. “Where are your goddamn clothes?”
I leap out of bed, relieved as fuck to find I’m still wearing jeans.
She’s still bitching at me when the door flies open. Her mother gasps.
“Mija, get dressed!” Mrs. Lopez might seem embarrassed, but there’s a certain look of satisfaction in her eyes.
I tug on my shirt and storm past them both. My aunt and uncle are in the kitchen. Lily is sitting in a highchair.
I’m so fucking pissed, I can’t speak. In all my interactions with women, I’ve never felt violated before. Until now.
I lift my daughter, grab my backpack, and pause in front of my uncle.
“I’m going to file for sole custody of Lily. And if Janelle comes near me or Sienna one more time—qué Dios me ayuda—I’m filing a restraining order.”
In retrospect, I should’ve done it when this woman ransacked Sienna’s bedroom. Because I’m not buying the excuse that some random guy did it. Winston would’ve said something about it right away. He doesn’t have the ability to play his cards close to the vest for long.
“What happened?” Tío Julio sets down his cup of coffee.
Janelle, who’s finally wearing clothes, runs in. I ignore her and tell my uncle how she snuck into my bed buck-ass naked.
She has the nerve to scoff. “Don’t pretend you didn’t want it. All men do.”
“Stay away from me, Janelle. Go back to Ernest. He doesn’t want you if you come attached with my kid? Fine. Done. Lily’s not your problem any longer.”
Janelle doesn’t say anything for a second, but then she nods. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Her mother starts yelling in Spanish. “¿Qué dices, okay? No puedes hacer esto!”
I bolt out the front door, happy to leave them squabbling. My hands are shaking as I get Lily snapped into her car seat.
It takes me a solid hour to calm down where I don’t feel like I’m in the grip of rage. I’m halfway back to Charming when I realize I’ve left most of Lily’s stuff at my uncle’s house. But there’s no way in hell I’m going back there now.
When I pull into a gas station to fill up, I call Sienna. I need to hear her voice. I need to explain what happened, and I need her to tell me everything is going to be all right.
It goes straight to voicemail.
