Page 71 of A Don & His Doll

Uncertainty.

Distance.

There was so much that was unfamiliar when she was in Monroe’s presence, it left her dizzy with resentment. Fuck this shit, Sienna thought, letting herself in his room. She closed the door behind herself, and exhaled all the nervous and timid energy she had been carrying around. Sienna padded across the plush carpet, taking a seat at the bottom of his bed, but was sure to face the ensuite. She wanted to see Monroe when he walked out…just her, apart from their daughter.

Sienna smoothed her hand over the comforter that lay on his California king bed, while her eyes roamed around his room with admiration. This room…This house...This life... It messed her up because this was supposed to be her life, but somehow she’d ended up with front row seats to the show. Instead she occupied his space like a visitor, watching another woman's fingerprints settle into places she'd only been able to fantasize about. The comforter was so soft, and it smelled so fucking good. It was like the perfect mix of grown man and woman energy. And for the first time since being in Monroe’s home, she felt like a trespasser. That revelation sat on her chest like a burden too heavy for her to carry.

Her eyes scanned every inch of Monroe’s room. She noticed several pictures of Monroe and this woman, pretty boxes of roses that came from Grand Fleur, and that’s when it hit her–his woman had decorated his room.

“A’yo,” Monroe said smoothly, but Sienna had scared the shit out of him.

For a split second, neither of them moved. That is until Sienna burst out laughing, knowing her presence was unexpected.

“I see you finally made it back home, huh?” She quizzed innocently as her eyes scanned his physique.

Water beads slid down his tattoo-covered chest and arms, and ran straight into the black towel that was wrapped around his waist. He should have come out naked as far as Sienna was concerned, because the towel did nothing to conceal that big ass dick print and he was soft. Sexy ass nigga, Sienna was mesmerized instantly because in her case old habits died hard.

“Yea, I had some shit to tend to,” Monroe said, walking to his dresser to grab his lounging clothes.

“Thanks for getting Monae a phone. If it wasn’t for her letting me know she spoke to you, I would have been worried,” Sienna said, trying to pull some conversation out of him.

Monroe chuckled.

“Did I say something funny?” Sienna asked.

“Hell yea,” Monroe replied, sliding his boxer briefs on, before removing the towel. “Worried about me for what?”

“I can’t worry about you now?” Sienna asked.

“I’ma always be good. You know this,” Monroe stated, his words were loaded as he reminded her.

Sienna nodded. “You right. But I’ma always worry.”

“It’s late,” Monroe said, looking at his phone, then back at Sienna. “What you doin’ up?”

“I went to the store this morning and got your favorite ice cream,” Sienna said, biting down on her bottom lip. It was something she did when she was nervous. “You want some?”

Monroe put on some designer sweats, then grabbed his deodorant. “That’s cool,” he said. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” He told her, choosing not to directly address her coming into his room without being invited.

Sienna nodded, knowing she’d intruded, but still she wasn’t sorry about it. She just needed to find another way to get through his tough exterior.

“Okay,” she said, rising to her feet. “You want some cookies too?”

Monroe chuckled again. “Nah. Just ice cream is fine,” he said, watching her as she walked out.

He slid on a fresh Polo t-shirt and sprayed himself with his Tom Ford cologne, grabbed his phone, and sat on the side of his bed. Promise was still fresh on his mind, but since it was so late, he texted her instead of calling and breaking her rest.

Just made it to the crib, Doll. Missin’ my baby already.

Monroe hit send then let out a deep sigh. Promise has consumed his whole heart, and the peace she provided for him was more than a necessity; his survival was connected to it–to her. However, life had become a lot more complicated. Rising from the bed, he put his phone in his pocket, and made his way downstairs.

Once he made it to the kitchen, Sienna had Gunna & Chris Brown’s WGFT (Remix) oozing through her phone, shifting the atmosphere to one that was conducive to ease. He stood and watched as Sienna danced while fixing two bowls of Blue Bell’s Cookies & Cream ice cream. Monroe chuckled lowly, watching her dance with both hands in the air, seductively swaying her hips and popping her ass, riding the beat like she always had. Damn, she still dance when she comes in the kitchen, Monroe thought his mind going back to the time he used to come home to this exact scene. The only difference is that it always ended with him being knee deep in her pussy.

“Oh my God,” Sienna laughed. “I didn’t even hear you come in here.”

“Mhm,” Monroe said, accepting the bowl of ice cream she’d made for him.

Sienna walked back to the kitchen island and grabbed her bowl, then pulled out a chair and sat to the right of him.