تسجيل الدخولSIENNA I followed Dylan into his office, the heavy door shutting behind us louder than it should..He didn’t speak right away, he walked past me, tossed his jacket over the back of his chair, and stood by the window with his back turned.I stayed near the door, heart still racing from the scene outside.“Miss Stanton, Explain yourself.” he said at last. His voice was calm, but there was an edge underneath it that made my stomach tighten.“I didn’t hit her.” I said, tightening my hands into a fist. It was so obvious that I've been framed. Why was he now making me explain myself?Dylan turned slowly and his eyes met mine. “Elena said you did. And there were witnesses.”I kept my voice steady even though my hands were trembling. “She’s been making my day miserable since I walked in this morning.” I said calmly.“ Claire and Rachel joined , and when I finally told them to stop treating me that way— she framed me and…”I didn't get to finish my sentence when he spoke.“You’re accusing m
SIENNAI sat cross-legged on my bed, laptop open in front of me, the soft glow lighting up my face in the dim bedroom. Zara’s face filled one half of the screen, April’s the other. Both of them were staring at me like I’d just confessed to a crime.“You mean to tell me that man from last night is the untouchable Dylan Ashford?” Zara’s voice rose. “Your dad’s best friend and your new boss?”April leaned closer to her camera. “Girl. Are you serious right now?”I nodded slowly, still processing it myself. “I didn’t know. Not until I walked into that office this morning. It was him. Same eyes. Same voice. Everything.”Zara covered her mouth. “Oh my God. What are you going to do?”“Nothing,” I said. “Dad can never know. Dylan made that clear. He wants us to keep it strictly professional. Work relationship only.”April frowned. “And you’re okay with that? After the way you described last night?”I looked down at my hands. “I have to be. I’ve never kept secrets from Dad. Not really. If thi
SIENNADylan moved with speed, stepping back from the desk and turning toward the door in motion. I rubbed my skirt down trying to smoothen it. I was hoping the flush on my cheeks looked like first-day nerves rather than guilt.Dad paused, glancing between us. “Everything alright?”“Perfectly,” Dylan replied, his voice steady as steel. “I was just giving Sienna a sense of the expectations for high-priority projects. She has strong instincts. Just like you.” I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yes. Mr. Ashford was… very clear.”Dad chuckled. “Good. I knew you two would hit it off. Don’t let him intimidate you, sweetheart.” He gave Dylan a friendly nod. “I’ll see you at the club on Saturday. Bring that competitive spirit. I plan to win this round of golf.”“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Dylan said.The moment Dad left and the door clicked shut again, the tension in the room snapped back. I let out a shaky breath.“That was too close,” I whispered.Dylan dragged a hand through his
SIENNAMy heart slammed against my ribs the second I realized it was him. The man who fucked me in his luxurious yatch last night,was my father's best friend, Dylan Ashford.His eyes never left mine as realization hit us both, he stared at me with the same dark intense eyes that had looked at me with raw hunger the night before. Just when I thought last night experience was just going to pass on like a fling. He turned out to not just be related to my father but as my new boss.My stomach dropped instantly and I felt uncomfortable.“Louis, good to see you,” Dylan said smoothly, shaking my father’s hand. His voice was calm and professional. But when his gaze shifted to me, something seemed to move behind his eyes. “And this must be Sienna.”My father beamed with pride immediately . “Ah! Yes. The one and only. Sienna, my daughter.” Then he turned to me. Meet Dylan Ashford, my oldest friend and the man who’s going to whip you into shape this summer.” my father's tone was too sarcastic
DYLANI woke up to the gentle sway of the yacht, the morning sun filtering through the half-drawn curtains of the master suite, casting long golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. My head throbbed faintly, not from any excess of alcohol but from the memories that crashed over me the moment my eyes opened. Last night. God, last night. I sat up slowly, running a hand through my disheveled hair, and let out a long breath. Still lost in the unexpected spark that had pulled me out of the careful shell I'd built around myself for years. It had been reckless, impulsive, and yet... incredibly alive. I hadn't felt that kind of fire in what seemed like forever.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me from the haze. I reached for it, squinting at the screen. A message from Louis, my old friend and business associate, lit up the display "Heading to the company today with my daughter. She's interning for the summer and thought it might be good for her to shadow some of the teams. Let
SIENNA'S POVIf anyone had told me twenty-four hours earlier that I would be standing barefoot on the deck of a luxurious yacht beside the most dangerously attractive man I had ever met, I would have laughed in disbelief. Yet here I was, the endless ocean glittering like scattered diamonds beneath the afternoon sun, a gentle breeze tugging at my hair as the vessel glided smoothly through the calm waters."This doesn't feel like a date," I murmured, my fingers tightening around the polished railing.Dylan’s low chuckle resonated beside me. "It isn’t."I turned to him, raising an eyebrow, and he offered a faint, crooked smile. "I don’t take women I barely know on dates."The words hung between us for a moment before I laughed softly. There was something disarmingly honest in the way he spoke, as if he had no need for pretense. He simply stood there, gazing out at the horizon, and for the first time in weeks, I felt the tension in my shoulders begin to ease."You smile differently when







