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SIENNA

Tonight, I wasn't going to be Sienna Rebecca Dowling. I was going to be an entirely different girl that just wants to let loose and have fun, drink herself into a stupor, and just…live. I have burdened myself so much in the past few years, struggling to make ends meet as a fresh graduate, who had to put food on the table for her family, with bills lining up to pay. I have had to do away with distractions because I knew they just wouldn't get me anywhere. I have had to channel the anger of working for everything I have into getting a better life for myself, into getting that life that I deserve.

In the process, I rarely have time for myself. I seldom had time to go out and mingle with people, to date men, to get my heart broken. To live. Not like I was interested in being with anyone for now. I just couldn't see myself getting into a relationship, after what went down at the company I did my internship, years ago. I worked with a young boss, whom I dared say was really good looking but I had no interest in him.

But the girls at my workplace didn't see it that way. They made my life a living hell when they found out he had a soft spot for me. I had put it straight to him that I didn't see him the same way but that didn't in any way reduce my suffering. They bullied me, traumatized me, and nearly ran me mad until I was forced to stop working there. That period in my life scarred me. I tried to act as though I had forgotten all about it but the wound was still there and boy, was it fresh.

I exhaled and brought the two dresses to my face, examining them. The first one was a shiny A-shaped red dress with so many blings. I felt it was too pronounced. I mean, for the love of God. I wasn't the celebrant. I scoffed and threw it on my bed, putting on the nude dress. I didn't need to wear a bra because it was backless, the only thing I had underneath was my thong.

The backless dress was a long-sleeved bandage dress that hugged my hourglass shape firmly, almost like it was a second skin. It had a low neckline and gave away the swell of my breasts. I loved how it made them appear bigger. I hooked my necklace around my neck and used some jewelry, then did sleek sultry makeup. I enhanced my blonde hair into a neater Bob and blew a kiss at my reflection. I picked up my clutch and paired it with black heels.

I sprayed my cologne and took my keys, prancing out of the room. The drive to Magnifica was short because it wasn't much of a distance from where I lived. I pulled over in the parking lot that belonged to the tall giant building. Magnifica was a hospitality enterprise that was divided into three. A lounge, a restaurant, and a hotel. Three places with one unified purpose, to keep people entertained. We agreed to host the party in the Lounge sector. It was wide enough to contain us, and allow us to do whatever we wanted for the night. The company had rented the entire lounge for the night, exclusively for Blackwell's staff only.

I picked up my Purse and walked into the Lounge that was filled to the brim with familiar faces, music blaring so loudly from the speakers that I couldn't make out where it was in the vast space. I spotted Evan, who was engrossed in the conversation he was having with some of his workers.

"If it isn't the celebrant himself," I teased, and he spread his arm for a hug, which I stepped into, ignoring the lingering looks the workers sent me. He handed me a glass of champagne, and I took it from him, clinking the glass with an opener to gain the attention of everyone in the lounge.

"Good evening, Staff of Blackwell." I greeted them, and they cheered in response.

"Thank you all for coming,"

"If you would please, let's make a toast to the great man in our midst. Let's raise our glasses in the air, shall we?" I asked, and watched them do as I said.

"To Evan Pierce, the best boss Blackwell has ever known," I spoke up.

"To Evan Pierce!" They yelled, clinking their glasses with one another.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's get this party started!!!!" The disc Jockey uttered atop his voice and the crowd erupted into wild cheers as the next song came on. Evan and I made small talk as we stuffed ourselves with drinks, the ones I have seen and had never seen until today. I promised myself I was going to let loose, and that was exactly what I did. I slammed my glass onto the table and went to the dance floor to dance the night away.

Just for tonight, Sienna. Just tonight.

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A loud, uneven breath escaped as I got off the dancefloor, after rocking with the third guy tonight. I groaned, softly, strutting over to the seat I had dropped my bag. I could barely feel my legs, so I plopped on the seat to keep my legs in place, and picked up my bag. And in the process, my eyes strayed to the seat that had a single occupant. A soft giggle escaped my lips. I hiccuped, getting on my feet and approaching the occupant.

The brown hair that was falling because the occupant had his head hung low, was enough to tell me that it was a man. A muscular man at that. I could tell with the way his biceps was bulging through the black shirt he wore, threatening to rip it apart. It was as though he was tapping away on his phone, his fingers wouldn't stop moving. I took one step forward, and my heels alerted him, his ears perking up as his head shot up.

A breathtaking pair of amber eyes locked with my blue ones, making me release a harsh breath at the piece of perfection a few steps away from me. He stopped typing on his phone, his gaze fixated on me as he took me in with those hypnotic eyes of his that tossed me into a trance, rendering me immobilized. My feet were suddenly glued to the ground.

He had the thickest lashes for a man, coupled with flawless porcelain skin that seemed like it had never been dented. He had such a sharp chiseled jaw that looked like it could pierce a rock into two, and his thick dark brows tugged up a little. I slowly found myself walking towards him, my knees turning to jelly under his searing gaze that bore holes into my body.

He sat there with this air of regality surrounding him. This aura of dominance was so glaring, an aura that had me biting down on my lip and making me want to do anything he utters with those overly pink lips.

"Well, hello there, handsome." I purred, taking my seat beside him. I hiccuped and chuckled. He watched me, not uttering a word. His eyes were cold, detached, and piercing as he could see right through me.

I giggled.

"I'm just__" I hiccuped, moaning a little at the headache that kept hammering against my temples. " I'm just going to___just__ take off my shoes," I whined.

"Will you help me?" I pouted, dropping my legs on his lap. He barely flinched. My eyes dropped to his lips again and I cursed.

"I'm just__gonna__oops!" I giggled, getting on his lap and straddling him. I didn't know where the courage came from. It just hit me from nowhere. My palms dropped to his chest to steady myself, and I moved on his lap, eliciting a loud grunt from him. That was the first thing akin to the sound that he had made since I started talking to him.

"What are you doing here, little girl?" He spoke, asking me a question in a domineering tone that left heat pooling between my legs. His voice was soft, husky, and sounded a tad bit breathless. I found myself letting out a moan at the sound that left his lips. It sounded so erotic. It made me want to get right on my knees and suck him off.

"Don't bite your lip," He instructed me, grabbing a handful of my ass. I fisted his shirt in my hands, moaning loudly. My eyes dropped to his lips and I beheld his darkened gaze before connecting our lips.

Fuck.

I felt butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach, tingles shooting up my spine, and my buds hardening and straining against the light material of my dress. My legs shook and wobbled with an intensity that plunged me into a hole of ecstasy, eliciting a soft moan from me as he opened up to me, kissing me back. My breath left me, as his hands moved so airily across my naked back, goosebumps sprouting all over my skin. He tugged softly at my lower lip, angling his head to the side and pulling me to himself by the waist, my clothed pussy brushing his hard length. I moaned, resisting the urge to get him out of his trousers and ride him right here, right now.

I could feel all of him.

I pulled away from his lips reluctantly.

"I want you out of these clothes," I said, breathing heavily.

"Let's get out of here."