“Just get the fuck out of my room,” we hear Evan scream, then Sienna’s sobs. No fucking way. Nope. I march toward the noise and start thumping on their hotel room door. He isn’t going to talk to my friend like that. “Open the fuck up,” I scream, Vanessa and Charlotte scream too.
Sienna opens the door to her suite. She looks devastated as we rush in and embrace her. There’s crashing in another room, where Evan must be destroying it.
“It’s going to be okay. I promise. I’ll make the photo disappear.” Vanessa reassures Sienna, which makes her burst into tears again. She’s shaking like a leaf and is a mess.
“What photo?” I ask. Vanessa hands me her phone, and I look down at the article.
Dirty tEXas
Beau Willams, Sienna’s ex-husband, is in town dodging his own scandal.Now that the truth has come out, will these two lovers reunite? Where does that leave Evan?
Charlotte looks at me with concern. “I’m just going to check on my brother,” she says, but we don’t pay her much attention, our priority is Sienna.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” I say, pulling a sobbing Sienna out of Evan’s room and into mine next door. We get her to take a seat on my bed where she loses it. “Deep breaths, Si. Deep breaths,” I tell her, pushing her head between her legs as she has a panic attack.
“I’ve never seen Evan so angry,” Vanessa adds.
Sienna looks up at Vanessa, her eyes red-rimmed, her face puffy from crying. It’s déjà vu all over again just like what happened with Beau.
“I fucked up. I should have told Evan about Beau, but I was in shock,” Sienna explains. Yes, maybe in hindsight she should have but Evan also shouldn’t have flown off the deep end like he did.
“You don’t want Beau back, do you?” I ask her.
“Fuck, no! I want Evan. I’m in love with Evan.” Sienna sobs. “Did you see how angry he was? He’s never going to forgive me.” I pull her into my lap and hold her.
A knock at the door sees Vanessa opening it to Isla’s pale face.
“Hey, I heard what happened. I’m so sorry.” She hugs Sienna. “I can’t believe I have to do this or say this, but Evan wants you out of the hotel. He’s asked that you move to another hotel and that the job offer is no longer on the table or the move to LA,” Isla tells Sienna. He can’t be serious. That motherfucker.
“What the fuck? That fucking bastard. How dare he,” Vanessa screams.
Sienna reaches for Vanessa. “It’s fine, V. I’ll go,” she says softly.
“So will I,” I say, wrapping my arms around her, we are in this together. I helped her through one breakup, I’ll do it again.
“Sienna, I’m so sorry. I told him he was a dick, but his ego is wounded. Just give him time. He will eventually come around,” Isla adds.
“This is bullshit. That motherfucker. I’m going to go over there and punch him in the face. How could he do this to you?”
“Derrick, please, I just want to go,” Sienna begs as tears fall down her cheeks.
“I’ve got you. I’ll never let you go. Ever!” I tell her as we pack my shit, while Vanessa packs hers.
Sienna’s life has imploded over the last couple of days, and the paparazzi have been relentless, even worse than when she broke up with Beau. We need to go somewhere that doesn’t care about Dirty Texas.
“I think we should take up Yvette’s offer of coming to Paris. No one can be upset there,” I tell Sienna.
“Paris?” she questions me.
“Yes. Think of the shopping, the food, the men …”
“Too soon, D.” She looks up at me, teary-eyed. “This one hurts.”
“I understand, babe.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “You love Paris. What better way to heal your broken heart than there?”
“In the city of love?” she questions me. Oh. Yeah. Um. Sienna smiles. “I get what you’re saying. I need to sort out my life. I can’t go back to Sydney, not yet.”
“Then Paris it is,” I tell her. “I promise things will get better, not right now, but in the future, this will all be a bad dream.”
