All Chapters of Sienna White and Her Seven Lovers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I sit next to Nora. She is wearing a bohemian sparkly sequined dress; the gleaming brightness of her dress contrasts her sexy tanned skin.“Hello, professor, I’m back. What did I miss? How are our people?” The woman who is sipping red wine gave me a teasing smile. Nora is doing a fellowship in Archaeology. I don’t know much about her work, we have been friends since undergrad in Cambridge, and since we studied different degrees, I did Economics, and she did Archaeology, our career interests are not exactly aligned, but she is good fun at parties and an outstanding museum tour guide. And not to forget, the biggest gossip I have ever known. The girl is observant.“Nothing much. Yvonne went home early since she had an early meeting tomorrow. And before the meeting, she told me she will have a yoga session at 5 AM. Can you believe that girl?” Yvonne is a fashion designer and a business executive. She runs the London office of her family’s luxury brand in Paris. She probably throws herself

“It’s our five years anniversary today, and you are not showing up?” I tried to keep myself calm, but Sophia must have been joking when she told me she had an important meeting to attend this evening.“Do you know how hard it is to book this restaurant? It took me three months! Three months, Sophia! And all you have to do is just to show up. Just one job, and you can’t even do that?” I closed my eyes. I tried not to cry. But disappointment was an ugly monster I couldn’t get rid of.I know this meeting was important to her. It was probably her investors changing the time of the meeting unexpectedly. Again. And I knew how much our company needed more money to stay afloat at this stage of expansion.“Baby, come on, don’t be like this. I need this meeting. WE NEED this meeting. This is the opportunity of a lifetime for our company. They love the pitch and want to discuss finer details. I just need to be there to clarify a few things. And besides, all I said was I will be late, but I will

The sound of a siren is blasting through the quiet night in Spring. My hands are shaking, and I am sobbing uncontrollably when the paramedics carry Cameron into the emergency ambulance. He lost a lot of blood and was unconscious by the time any help arrived. He is soon rushed to the nearest hospital as I am tended by a paramedic to see if I am hurt. I see blood everywhere—blood on his waistcoat, blood on both my hands and arms, blood on the cobblestone ground. Nora runs out to see me, along with some party guests that are alarmed by the noises and commotion of the tumultuous incident. I hope she can hug me, giving some comfort, tell me it will all be okay, or this is all a dream. But she does not touch me. She can’t. I’m covered in Cameron’s blood. My black dress conceals the severity of the stain with its darkest of night color, but I feel the sticky liquid drying up, and it clings to my skin. “Madam, here is some water. Please sit down, so we can do a che

       I couldn’t reach Sophia all day today. In fact, I found it difficult to talk to her all week. She only had 5-10 minutes of quick phone calls for me every other day. Quite possibly, the new investors demanded all her time and attention. I logged on to view our shared calendar, and my suspicion was correct. Poor Sophia’s schedule was full; her first meeting started at 7 AM, and some work was scheduled until midnight. Sophia scheduled everything down, even her 15 minutes nap. All I could do was texting her words of encouragement and send her gifts.       I kept my phone in my black purse as I reckon my ride had arrived. Kyle came to pick me up again, and we were going to Cynthia’s house party. The dress code is business casual, so I left with the clothes I wore to work—a teal woman-tailored trouser suit and white cotton shirt.       Kyle complimented

       “Are you unwell?” A deep baritone voice asked with concern. I must look miserable, but what should a girl with a broken heart look like?       “I just need to get out of here.” I managed to say those words after a great deal of trepidation. I didn’t want to see anyone, let alone Cameron, at this stage of distress. There was ice in my vein I couldn’t get rid of, and it froze my heart.       Cameron looked long at me before replying decisively.       “Let me go with you.”       I took in a deep breath, and with a slight movement of my head in agreement, Cameron grabbed his coat and held my hand. We started walking along the concrete street onto Hyde Park.       Lamp-lit the vast green space of trees and ponds, the