Page 23 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

“There’s WiFi you can connect to,” I say. “But I meant ‘call’ in the literal sense. Use your voice, not your phone.”

She rolls her eyes at me and continues making the bed.

“Goodnight,” I say, leaving the cabin confused.

This woman demands gluten-free bread, wants us to drive her places with several feet of snow on the ground, but she’s choosing to make her own bed. That makes zero sense.

Chapter 8

Cash

Big sunglasses. Even bigger attitude.

I won’t be able to make it through these next few days without slitting my throat. Hopefully, a miracle will happen, and Sienna will leave first tomorrow morning. The snow needs to clear. Or maybe someone from LA will come pick her up in a helicopter. I honestly don’t care—I just want her gone.

I plump the pillow up under my head. I can’t get to sleep tonight. I see Sienna’s face every time I close my eyes. Golden skin. Plump lips. Eyes that don’t even look real.

Maybe I should shove my cock into those lips and see if that’s enough to shut her up. Women like her are all the same. They’re so out of touch with the world, and it’s fucking ridiculous.

I heard her talking earlier. She was moaning to Eli about her stupid rich life. The dude’s only listening because she has a rocking body.

If she likes to moan so much, she should have come in here, and I would have given her something to moan about.

Fuck.

I have a problem.

If Sienna’s staying here for a few days, I need to get her out of my system. Otherwise, I’ll be using the knife I kill deer with to slit my own throat.

She smells like Hollywood, looks like Hollywood and even talks like them.

My cock twitches with arousal as I imagine her on her knees, looking up at me, eye makeup smeared everywhere as she takes me into her mouth.

My hand gravitates south. I tug my cock from my pajama pants and stroke my length at the image of Sienna Lane doing something dirty that her precious little industry would freak out about.

Hair a mess, mouth opened wide.

She gags.

Enjoying every minute.

Fuck. I come in my hand and head to the bathroom to clean myself up.

At this point, it’s silent out here. Everyone must be asleep.

I wash up in the bathroom and return to my room.

People like Sienna never have anyone else’s interests at heart other than their own.

I went there once with someone like her, and I’ll never do that again.

All people like that do is cause trouble. It’s one drama after the next until it ruins your life. And most of the time, the only reason they’re famous is because they ruined somebody else’s life to get there.

The big blue eyes and the perfect smile might give off the impression that she cares and is a good person. But deep down, I know she doesn’t give a shit. Like the rest of them, she probably chased hard after the fame, never stopping to question her choices and how they might’ve affected other people.

Sleep finally comes, and I wake up before sunrise the following morning to snow pelting at the window—and another erection.

Terrific start to the day.