Masuk~Sienna~
“You’re young, Sienna. You have your whole life ahead of you. You deserve more than this old man.” Norman smiles, moving his head back.
The wrinkles on his face squeeze as if to back up his words, but they do nothing to diminish his handsomeness.
“Do you like being here, with me, instead?” I ask again, ignoring his excuse.
Silence.
His lips press to a thin line, a soft sigh escaping his nostrils.
“Anything is better than being in the same room with Liliana.” He finally says.
I grin, eyes glittering mischievously as I slip my hands into his hair. “Yeah… you can say that again.”
I laugh lightly. “I love being here with you too.”
He groans, hands tighten on me as he shut his eyes. His grip loosen around my waist, trying to move me off his laps, but I remain locked around his neck.
“Fuck! Sienna, you’re not in your right mind.” He hisses, brow furrows, sighing helplessly.
He wants this as much as he tries to stay away and I know. I see the way his eyes darken with desire, the tension pulsing through his veins.
“I’m not a good man. Hell, I can’t be too different from you ex—“
“Did you ever cheat on your ex-wife?” I interrupt, narrowing my eyes at him.
He frowns, sitting up and pulling me with him. “No. I would never do something like that.”
“Good. Then you’re nothing like my ex-boyfriend.”
He shakes his head. “No, Sienna, you’re not getting it.”
“What did you do?” I press.
But he just stares blankly at me.
“What’s the reason for the breakup with Liliana?”
He takes a deep breath, his hands ghosting circles on my waist.
I don’t know if he’s even aware of his touch, but his mind seems far away.
“She left. She divorced me because I wasn’t up to the standards she wanted for herself.” His voice is low, raspy.
“Ohhh.”
That surprise me, of all the reason I expected, this wasn’t one.
“Does Nova knows?”
“No.” He whispers. “She left when Nova was very young. Nova always looked forward to seeing her mother again, thinking she was just busy with work.”
He sighs. “All those years, managing my growing business while raising Nova, the last thing I wanted was to traumatize her by telling her her mother was never coming back. By the time she grew up, I think she understood on her own. But Liliana’s return now… it’s giving her hope again. I just have to wait for Liliana to show Nova her true colors. I don’t want to be the one to crush my daughter’s feelings.”
“It must have been hard, doing everything by yourself.” I say softly.
I shift on his laps, searching for a more comfortable position to ease the numbness in my legs.
“It was, but it was worth it,” he replies, slipping his hand under my ass and lifting me as he adjusts, lying back on the couch and pulling me down with him.
One of his hands rests at my waist, the other stays on my butt. The new position makes me acutely aware of his body, solid, hard everywhere, the ache between my thighs tempts me to grind against him.
With nowhere to place my hands, I places them on his chest, my head tilted slightly upward.
“Did you ever have another lover since then? Someone more than just satisfying your needs?” I blurt before realizing.
The question has been turning in my head, so long that it just slip out, his eyes snap to me, surprise.
He’s handsome, even if he doesn’t try to be, they are women that would throw themselves at him.
“I’ve had lovers. Some lasted weeks, some months. But it was nothing serious. I always made sure they knew.” Norman shrugs.
“I mean someone you can’t stop thinking about. For a long time.” I insist.
If I’ve already asked I might as well press further.
He stare upward, his nose flaring with each breath, I don’t miss the way his length hardens against my thighs.
He must have really liked this person.
All of a sudden, I don’t want to know anymore. A sharp sting gnaws at my heart, my teeth biting into the inside of my cheek, I already hate this person.
“It’s you,” he whispers.
My head snap down to him, heat creeps up my neck, my core throbbing with painful desire.
“I told you I’m not a good man, Sienna.” He breathes.
“What kind of man lusts after a twenty-years-old girl—the same age as his daughter?”
My blood drains from my head, I can’t believe I’m hearing this from him.
“I can’t stop thinking about you since the first time Nova brought you for our summer trip. I thought you were going to be one of her bratty friends.”
“That was four years ago.” I marvel.
“But then, you came—in those ass-fitting shorts, a hazard to your youthful age. I couldn’t stop staring. It took everything in me not to pin you to the wall and rip them off you.” He groans, eyes shutting as if reliving the moment. “I fantasized about all the ways I could take you.”
He forces a rough laugh. “Can you imagine? An old man like me fantasizing about you—my daughter’s friend.”
“I thought you hate me.” I say.
He frowns. “Why would you think that?”
I shrug. “You’re always scowling when looking at me. You avoided me, left me and Nova most of the time. I thought I was intruding on your father-daughter dates.”
He palms my butt, thrusting up against my thighs, a low gasp escape my lips at the sudden move, my hands fisting in his shirt.
“Does it look like I hated do?” he groans. “I stayed away because I didn’t trust myself not to do those things to you. And… you’re young. Too young.”
I grind against him. “I thought you didn’t like me, but it didn’t stop me from crushing on you, Norman.”
I sit up, straddling him fully, his confession giving me bravado, I can’t stop repeating it in my head that he likes me.
“What…. Sienna—“ he tries to sit up, but I push him back down.
I start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers itching to feel his hard muscles.
“You shouldn’t do that,” he says weakly, but he doesn’t stop me.
Dark hair dusts his chest, trailing down in a thin line disappearing into his pants. I lick my lips, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, his eyes burn, tracing the motion.
I lean down and suck one of his nipples into my mouth.
“Fuck!” His voice sounds strangled.
His hands wraps around my thighs, trying to restrain himself as my lips move to the other nipple, teasing and sucking. After a few minutes and I pull away his eyes are blazing, his neck thick with veins.
“I want you to do those things you fantasize about,” I whisper, my breath shallow. “For once, I want to do what makes me happy too.”
“You have to think about this. Your… boyfriend, he could come back.” His voice rasps. “You were close to being engaged. You’ll have the life you wanted. I can’t give you that, Sienna,” he whispers painfully.
I lean closer, lips hovering over his, eyes glittering with mischief.
“Do you want him to come back?” I murmur. “Because I’ve flipped past that page.”
“Sienna—“
I don’t wait for his words as I seal his lips, soft, incredibly soft lips.
He doesn’t respond at first, but he doesn’t push me away either.
“Mmm…” I hum, slipping my tongue into his mouth, one hand combing through his hair, the other pressed firmly to his chest.
Mint and grape flood my tongue, sweet, intoxicating.
He growls, his hand slipping under my dress as he bites my lips, sucking on my lower lip, his other hand groping my breast.
Yes! Oh fuck, yes.
It’s the only mantra that keeps ringing in my head.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll regret this, but right now this is all that matters.
~Norman~The early morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, casting long, sharp shadows across the marble. Usually, the silence of this house is something I crave, a sanctuary from the noise of the boardrooms and the constant hum of the city. But today, the silence feels empty.I set my coffee cup down on the desk and lean back, staring at the digital clock. It’s early, but not early enough. My mind is already across town, in a small house that smells of lavender and baby powder.Three of them.The thought still hits me like a suffocating blow to the chest, but for the first time in years, it’s a blow that brings life instead of taking it. At my age, I thought the chapter of fatherhood was a closed book, a legacy already written through Nova. But fate has a strange way of correcting your path. Three more lives. Three more chances to be the man I should have been the first time around. I find myself smiling at the wall, picturing Nyomi’s determined lo
~Sienna~The morning sun spills into the kitchen, bright and unforgiving, but for the first time in months, the weight on my chest feels a little lighter. I move around the counter, flipping pancakes and brewing a pot of coffee while the familiar, chaotic sounds of three six-month-olds fill the house.Nova is already in the thick of it. She is obsessed. She has been up since dawn, hovering over the cribs like a protective hawk. When I try to reach in to pick up Noah, she playfully swats my hand away."I’ve got him, Sienna. You go make the coffee. I need my quality time with my siblings," she says, her eyes bright with a brand of joy I haven't seen in her for a long time.I really wish she can have her own bay real soon too. She’s going to be a great mom. I can see that already. I watch her as she expertly balances Nyomi on her hip while tickling Noah’s tummy. She looks at them with so much wonder, as if she is seeing them in a whole new, much softer light. We manage to get them chang
~Sienna~I stand in the hallway, my hand trembling as I reach for the nursery door. My heart is beating so wildly like a trapped bird, against the cage of my ribs. The sight of those expensive shoes and that familiar wool jacket in the living room has already told me the truth, but my brain is still trying to reject it.I push the door open, the hinges giving a tiny, familiar groan.The nightlight casts a soft, amber glow over the room. At first, all I can see are the three cribs, lined up side by side. Then, my eyes drop to the floor.Norman.He is sprawled out on the rug, his long legs bent awkwardly. A small, blue nursery pillow is tucked under his head. His eyes are closed, his face softer and younger in sleep than I have seen it in years. A few feet away, Nova is curled up on the small nursing couch in the corner, her head resting on her hand, completely dead to the world.I stand frozen. I don’t know whether to scream, to cry, or to turn around and run back out into the night. A
~Sienna~The silence of the third-floor waiting room is the kind that eats at your nerves, a thick, sterile quiet broken only by the soft squeak of a janitor’s cart somewhere in the distance. I sit on the edge of a hard plastic chair, my fingers digging into my palms so hard I can feel my pulse thrumming in my fingertips. Every time the double doors hiss open, my breath hitches, my heart performing a violent, rough dance against my ribs.Finally, the doors swing wide, and a man in pale blue scrubs emerges. I spring up so fast the room tilts for a second, my vision swimming with black spots."Family of Jane Davis?" he asks, pulling his mask down to his chin."I’m her daughter. Sienna," I say, my voice coming out in a breathless rush. "Please, tell me she’s okay."The doctor offers a small, tired smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but it is enough to let the air back into my lungs. "She’s a very lucky woman, Sienna. The impact is significant, the car is definitely over the speed l
~Sienna~A prickle of unease starts at the base of my spine. I wait ten minutes and try again. Still nothing. My heart starts a slow, heavy drumbeat against my ribs. "Maybe she’s just in a checkout line," I whisper, trying to soothe the rising panic.I return my focus to the babies, clearing off any negativity from my mind. Suddenly, my phone vibrates in my hand. It’s my mother’s caller ID."Mom! Where are you? I was getting worried," I say, the words rushing out.There’s a beat of silence. It’s not the sound of the mall. It’s a sterile, humming quiet, broken by the distant, beep of a monitor.I think I’m getting too much ahead of myself with these crazy thoughts. “Mom,” I call, softly. "Hello? Is this the daughter of Jane Davis?"The voice is male. Professional. Calm in a way that makes my blood turn to ice."Yes. This is Sienna. Who is this? Where is my mother?""Ms. Davis, my name is Dr. Oliver. I’m calling from the City Hospital emergency department. Your mother was involved in
~Sienna~The lunch rush at the small restaurant three blocks from the office is a deafening. Hums of clinking silverware and chatter, but Elias and I sit in a secluded booth in the far corner, where the world feels pin-drop silent. I’ve spent so long guarding the truth like a physical weight in my chest that now, as I prepare to let it spill, my hands are trembling so hard I have to tuck them under the table.Elias watches me, his expression patient but etched with a deep, lingering concern. "Sienna," he says softly, "you’re shaking. Whatever it is, you don’t have to force it. I don’t mind you not telling me."My hands tremble more. His blind trust in me is just too strong. It’s the more reason why I can’t continue to keep I’m in the dark. I take a deep breath, the scent of toasted bread and coffee suddenly making me lightheaded. "I had an affair with him, Elias. Years ago, when I was just a junior assistant at Gray Stone Luxury Real Estate and Hospitality."Elias doesn't blink, he b
~Sienna~ My heart thuds, my tongue tastes bitter and I feel empty in my own skin. It’s like my soul has left my body, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell. I stare at the white ceiling above me like it holds some secret cure for this strange, lingering ache in my chest. The soft bed covers
~Sienna~My heels clicks softly against the marble as I walk toward the boardroom, my tablet clutched against my chest. The email from the mangement had come in less than an hour ago. A mandatory meeting for all department heads and secretaries present, and the presence of the CEO. Norman is back
~Sienna~“Mom?” I exclaim, eyes widening as I check my phone screen. I snort, rolling my eyes as I return the phone to my ear. I’ve been on edge all day, waiting for Norman’s call that I don’t remember to check the phone when it rings. “Are you alright?” My mom’s voice sounds worried. “I’m good
~Sienna~My hands wrap around Norman’s arm as we enter the hall. Gold lights flicker in every corner of the white interior, paintings line the walls, red decorations drape the space, and golden chairs glint under the chandeliers.Everything in this room speaks of luxury, richness, and power, a hars







