Billionaires Runaway Bride

I arrived at Sienna’s house. Her car was in the driveway. I wondered why she wasn’t working today. I hoped she wasn’t sulking at home because of the idiotic things I’d said to her. God, I was so stupid. When had I become that guy who was delusional in thinking his sexy girlfriend was a virgin and not a gold-digger? I had a lot to make up for.

At the wedding, I knew it wasn’t right to marry Rachel when I imagined my best friend walking down the aisle toward me. And then when the words, “I don’t,” instead of “I do,” filled my mind, that’s when the truth came out. Well, not from the horse’s mouth. First Rachel was infuriated, and then Ophelia spilled the beans about Rachel being with someone who was richer than me during her vacation and that she was better off.

Rachel had been properly mortified, and so was I. Not because of her, but because of how I didn’t trust my best friend when she had tried to warn me about Rachel.

Which was why I needed to apologize to Sienna as quickly as I could. I was prepared to beg for her forgiveness after having acted like the biggest fuck-up.

I knocked on her door and waited. I clenched and unclenched my hands at my sides, anxious for her to answer the door.

Instead of her beautiful face appearing behind an open door, I continued to stare at the wood. I tried two more times. Then I took a few steps back and assessed. I walked around the side of the house and peered in through her sliding doors. All of the lights were off, and there wasn’t any movement in the house.

I didn’t want to be a stalker and look in every window, so I tried the next logical step.

I dialed her number and held the phone up to my ear.

It rang through the speaker then I heard my ringtone coming from somewhere nearby. I looked up and saw her phone on the breakfast bar, buzzing along the edge of the counter. I quickly hung up before it vibrated to the floor.

I scratched the back of my neck. Sienna wasn’t glued to her phone like Rachel was, but she would have neve

r left it anywhere that she wasn’t.

Was she hiding from me? I shook my head. I couldn’t imagine her being so childish.

Maybe her car wasn’t working and she forgot her phone when she got a ride? It was a stretch, but there was only one way to find out.

I drove over to the diner, imagining her surprised face when I showed up after my wedding without a bride. I knew she wouldn’t be able to forgive me for what I said right away, but I was prepared to work as long as it took to get her forgiveness. I had all the time in the world for her now that she had opened my eyes to the possibility that had been there for years. It was the only future I wanted, and I was going to risk it all and fight for us.

When I arrived at the diner, my heart sank. There weren’t any cars parked out front and I could see there was a white piece of paper taped to the front door. I parked my car in front of the entrance and left it idling as I climbed the steps to read the piece of paper.

Sienna and Tony are out of town for the weekend. Business as usual on Monday morning.

I touched the paper and traced the words with my finger. Sienna’s writing was more like a scrawl; I thought I had better handwriting than her. But even with the messy scribbles, the message was clear. She ran. Like she always did. This was my fault. If only I would have kept her as my best man, then we could have run out of the wedding together. She’d be by my side right now, instead of god knows where.

I turned around and faced the road. I shoved my hands into my pockets and took a deep breath. What was I supposed to do now?

I got back into my car and sat there for a few minutes. Where the hell could she be? It was obvious that she and Tony went somewhere together. He was her other closest friend. I didn’t know if I’d be overstepping my boundaries if I went to his house. It probably would be. And if Sienna was going to run, she was going to run to a place where I couldn’t find her. Her home and her diner were the most precious places for her, and without her at either, I had no chance of finding her until she wanted to be found.

And if Sienna was in the running-mode, she’d be stubborn and possibly not open to what I wanted to say to her. It was a slippery slope.

I called Tony and the phone went right to voicemail. He was either avoiding me, too, or had his phone off. I decided it was the latter.

Defeated, I went home. I’d try Sienna and Tony again later, then tomorrow, then I’d have to go in there on Monday to see her. My news couldn’t wait, but it was obvious they didn’t want to be disturbed.

I didn’t have the energy to undress, so I grabbed a beer from the fridge and plopped down on the couch. The remote was a foot away from me, but I didn't bother turning on the television. I deserved to feel like shit for a little while longer. I had earned it.

I wallowed for a little while before my phone rang. I snatched it from my pocket.

I let out a breath when I realized it wasn’t Sienna. There was no reason for her to call, but I had some hope.

“Hello?” I said into the phone.

“Parker Liston, this is Gary Ingram from Supported Technologies. How are you?”

I sat up straighter and turned on my business tone. “Yes, good afternoon, Gary.”

“I was wondering if you had a chance to review the paperwork I sent over.”

I scratched my chin. I had, but I didn’t want him to think I was too eager. The deal was very good, but I still had to play this like a professional. If I was going to sell my prized company, it had to be to the right person who knew her worth. “Not yet. I was planning to this weekend.”