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Belong to You

By:Vi Keeland

Chapter 1


"Can I get you something to drink?" Startled out of my daydream by the  perky flight attendant, it took me a minute to snap out of my thoughts. I  was in such a fog that I couldn't be sure if I had just woken, and the  last week was a dream, or if it was really an unforgettable memory.

"I'll have a vodka cranberry and she'll have a merlot. You'll have to  excuse her, she's spent the last week fucking her brains out with a  gorgeous stranger and can't seem to snap out of it." Sienna smiled to  the appalled flight attendant, a pleasant looking mid forties woman who  was wearing way too many pins on her bulging uniform. From the look on  her face, I was sure the flight attendant wasn't used to a raunchy mouth  like Sienna in first class. I looked around and saw most of the other  passengers looked well bred and refined, more like they were dressed for  an uppity tennis match than a twelve hour flight from Honolulu to New  York. Sienna would have stood out, even if she didn't have a mouth like a  truck driver.

Sienna McAllister had been my best friend since the third grade. We  became kindred spirits on our first day in chorus, when we realized that  we could sing in natural harmony together without as much as a beat of  music. Twenty years later, our lives had taken us down very different  paths, but it never dulled our bond.

Aside from being the same age, we had nothing in common on the outside  anymore. Sienna looked like she just walked out of a rock band, with her  wild, dark thick curly hair falling around her alabaster skin and black  tight fitting clothes coupled with five inch laced up leather boots. If  her voluptuous curves straining her tight clothes weren't enough to  catch an eye as she passed by, the hundred or so bracelets she wore half  way up her arms actually played a sweet jingle as she moved.

I, on the other hand, had a penchant for pink and all things girly. My  long, thick, blonde, straight hair was almost white after a week in the  sun and stood in stark contrast to my deeply tanned skin and the wild  woman sitting next to me. When I was younger, I hated my olive skin and  deeply contrasting bright blonde hair. It was an unusual combination to  have such tan skin and natural blonde hair and most people assumed I was  a bottle blonde. My dad used to tell me that I was special because I  bound together my mom's Swedish ancestry with his Italian heritage. But,  as I suspected most kids did in their teens at some point, I wanted to  look like someone else. It took me until I was in my late teens to stop  fighting my looks and to learn to play them up.

The flight attendant brought us our drinks and scurried away with a  hesitant smile. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid hearing any  more about our vacation, which Sienna would have surely divulged, if  given the opportunity. Sienna enjoyed shocking uptight people with her  crass mouth, watching them squirm was a sport for her.

Sienna raised her glass to me in a toast. "To the best damn honeymoon,  I've ever been on." I laughed and shook my head as we clinked glasses  and both tipped our heads back to drink.





Chapter 2


One week earlier.

A full day of sun after we landed left me exhausted. I must not have  been thinking straight when I booked a direct overnight flight from New  York to Honolulu. Did I really think that I would land at 8am and feel  fresh and relaxed, ready to take on the first day of my honeymoon? A two  hour nap on the beach did nothing to shake off my jetlag, and by 8pm,  as I was getting ready for a night out with Sienna, I had started to  wonder what I got myself into.

We arrived at the resort's Japanese restaurant and I silently reminded  myself that I needed to eat, even though I was not very hungry at all.  The last time I had went out drinking with Sienna without eating,  Michael had to carry me up the stairs, when I passed out face down on  the floor in the kitchen. Hating that thoughts of Michael still  uncontrollably filled my memory, I took a deep breath and pushed all  thoughts of him out of my head, determined not to let him ruin our  honeymoon even more than he already had.

After we ordered, a pretty waitress wearing a traditional red kimono  delivered us drinks served in coconuts with cute little purple  umbrellas. "Thank you, but we didn't order those." I said as she started  to put the drinks in front of us. The waitress smiled at me and  silently pointed to the other end of the restaurant where I saw a table  of a dozen men, one of which was holding up a drink and smiling.

Sienna smiled and took one of the drinks and held it up, offering cheers  back to the smiling man. Even thought he was across the room, I could  see he was handsome and had a damn sexy smile. My eyes scanned the table  he was sitting at, and I almost gasped at what I took in. Damn, they  were all handsome, one better looking than the other. They looked like  they could have been traveling for a rugby tournament, or a Calvin Klein  underwear photo shoot perhaps. I was grateful for my tan skin at that  moment, so no one would see me blush.         

     



 

Sienna clinked her glass to mine and said loud enough for the table next  to us to hear "Remember, we should do lots of fucking on our honeymoon  baby!" I choked on my drink before we laughed together like we were back  in third grade.

Our dinner was just being served when I saw the boys club began to make  their way out of the restaurant. Apparently, I wasn't the only one to  notice their departure; they seemed to have the attention of half the  restaurant. The eye-catching group attracted a lot of attention by being  rowdy, handsome and drinking a lot. The smiling man that had sent over  our drinks stopped by our table with two of his friends on their way  out. "I hope you ladies are coming down to the bon fire tonight that the  resort is throwing." His dimpled smile made his face even more  handsome.

"We are." Sienna raised her eyebrows and smiled up at the man. "And  thank you for the drinks, they were delicious." Her response was more of  a purr than a statement. I had forgotten how good at flirting she was,  it was second nature and she had the ability to make anything sound  teasing. I was pretty sure she could ask a man walking by for the time  and he would think she wanted to sleep with him.

"You're very welcome. You know, this may sound like a bad pick up line,  but you look so familiar." His brows creased and I could see the wheels  in motion, as he tried to place the face.

"Maybe we can figure out where you know me from, at the bon fire later." Sienna raised one eyebrow provocatively.

"Sounds like a good plan to me. " He smiled and I watched his eyes  slowly drift over Sienna. But his attention was quickly called away by  the rest of the boys club that were making a ruckus near the door. "I  better go before the jackasses get themselves kicked out. I'll be  looking for you ladies later."

After Sienna's brief time as the lead singer of No Worries, people  always though she looked familiar. Five years ago the band had a number  one hit, then broke up due to fighting between the members, before a  follow up album could be released to cement their fame. Apparently the  guitarist was sleeping with the drummer's wife and they couldn't get  passed it. Unfortunately, the group became somewhat of a one hit wonder,  but people still vaguely remembered Sienna's face. She really wasn't  the type of woman that people easily could forget.

Sienna and I played together in an all girl band in Boston for five  years. We did a lot of local shows and had a pretty good following. It  didn't earn us enough money to survive, but we loved doing it and it  worked for us for a while. By the time we decided to go our separate  ways, I had already met Michael and started pursing a degree in music  and began to grow content with my life. Sienna hadn't given up on our  dream of being a rock star, so we parted friends when she took off for  New York at 21 to join No Worries as the lead singer.

After that, we talked on the phone twice a week and I went to New York  to visit her on most of my breaks from school. There was definitely no  love loss between her and Michael, and he made it clear that he  disapproved of her partying lifestyle and didn't like my frequent trips  to New York. I sacrificed a lot for Michael over the years, giving up a  lot of who I was, but never let him come between Sienna and me. She was  supposed to have been my maid of honor at our wedding last weekend.

Sienna watched as the boys club sauntered out of the restaurant and then  turned to me. "Syd, I think you need to pick one of those boys and get a  rebound screw under your belt. What better place to do it then in  Hawaii?"

"I told you, I don't feel ready to start dating yet." We had already had  that conversation on the plane on the way to Hawaii, and I suspected  Sienna had given up much too easily to have put the subject behind us.

"Who said anything about dating?" She smiled at me. "Just pick one out,  and have a great time. Don't think about it and don't over analyze it.  Fuck it, don't even find out his name. Just have fun Syd. That Michael  sucked the life out of my partner in crime and we are resurrecting her  this week!"

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