Hey guys! As promised, here's a DEVOURED bonus scene from Lucas's POV. He disappeared for a little while in Atlanta, and here's where he went.
When I’m ready to leave the hotel room, Sienna looks up from her spot on the couch where she’s studying the channel guide and gives me a soft smile.
“I was serious about before, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to things like this,” she murmurs shyly.
The fucking mind-blowing thing is, I want her to get used to this life, want her to get used to me.
I should know better. Considering I’m about fifteen minutes from meeting up with my biggest fuck-up, I should be smarter, not just for my sake, but for Si’s too. But now that I’ve found her again, I don’t want to let go.
Sienna was going to be my undoing.
“Be back soon,” I mutter as I step into the hallway.
“I’ll be here.” She nods her head, making her long red hair fall around her shoulders, making my hand itch to touch it. Making me want to go back into that room and fuck her until she’s begging me to wrap my fingers around her hair.
Then my phone makes a noise, the unnerving ringtone that I’ve assigned to Sam, and the moment is lost.
Without another word to Sienna, I close the hotel room door behind me.
On the way to her apartment, Sam blows up my phone. Call, text, call, text, call. My phone sits a few inches away from me in the backseat of the limo, but I’m not going to answer, and I’m sure as fuck not going to read anything she’s sent. I know Sam’s just going to piss me off, and I want to face her as calm as possible
The driver gets us to Peachtree Street in record time, and as we wait to be buzzed through the gate to get to her place, I can’t help but compare the luxury apartment Sam’s living in now to the piece-of-shit we’d rented almost ten years ago, when we were married. It had been the most miserable year of my life, but I’d loved her. At least, I thought I had.
The gate flies open and the limo driver pulls forward. “Stop here,” I say in a tight voice when we come close to Sam’s building. “Ten minutes, okay?” I add when the driver opens my door, and he gives me a quick nod.
Just before I head in the building, I pass Sam’s car, a brand new, little black Mercedes SL65 she’d bought with my money a year ago. She’s gotten vanity plates recently and my hands automatically clench at the sight. SFNWOLF. Samantha-Fucking-Wolfe.
So fucking much for not getting pissed.
I’m scowling two minutes later when I ring her doorbell, and she answers, wearing a slinky black sundress even though it’s the dead of winter, and doing her best to look surprised that I’ve come. Of course we both know she’s not the least bit shocked—she has me by the goddamn balls, and she realizes that judging from the slow smile that stretches across her face.
Sam tucks a strand of her short, dark blonde hair behind her ear, stepping aside to let me in. The last time I was in town, she’d been a brunette. “You didn’t answer your phone,” she says.
I walk past her, shrugging her off when she tries to snake her hand around to my chest. “No need to answer.” I sink down onto the pristine white leather sofa and close my eyes, listening to the sound of the door close and her six-inch heels click across the floor. “You’re welcome, by the way, for the goddamn car.”
“Oh wow,” she hisses through her teeth. “You’re more of a dick than usual today. Let me guess—want to get back to wherever you’re staying so you can play tie-up with the redhead?”
Hearing Sam mention Sienna manages to make all my muscles tighten up, but I simply give her a cold smile and open my eyes. She’s standing directly across the coffee table, with her arms crossed over her chest, giving me a dejected look. I’d fallen for that too many times to count in the past.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a small envelope and toss it onto the coffee table. Sam drops her gaze down to it. “What? Not going to dive for it like usual?” I demand.
“Who is she?” Sam instantly counters.
She drops her arms in front of her, wringing her hands together. “The girl from the YouTube video.”
“Nobody,” I growl. Nobody that I want Sam to know about because Sienna is everything that I don’t deserve. “Are you going to take the money or not?”
“I still love you,” Sam says, keeping her eyes fastened to the check. “I love you and you’re looking at that cunt like she hung the moon.” She’s flustered and angry and for this brief moment, she’s still the girl I once married. Beautiful. Vulnerable. But then she raises those gray eyes to mine, causing me to I think about all the fucked up ideas that are going through her head, and I know for damn sure that there’s none of that girl left inside of her.
Sam doesn’t love me. She’s just in love with the idea of keeping me from finding happiness—she’s even said that once, but I doubt she even fucking remembers it.
“Stop calling my parents,” I tell her as I stand up to stalk across the room. Opening the front door, I look back over my shoulder. “Stop getting your shithead friends to post B.S. about my sister online.”
“Or what? If I tell you to stay, you’ll stay. If I tell you to tell that woman to—”
Even though I know she’ll give me shit about this later, even though I know I’m going to pay for it, I cut her off by slamming the door behind me.