LOGIN~ SIENNA ~I was walking but my feet weren’t touching the floor. No, really. I was so happy, it felt like I was floating on air. For maybe the twentieth time this morning, I admired my reflection in the mirror. A burgundy suit sat on my frame, making me look... unrecognizable. The jacket cinched at my waist before flaring gently around my hips. The skirt hugged my curves perfectly, stopping exactly at mid-knee as though it had been measured with a ruler. I couldn't remember the last time I wore a suit, but boy, oh boy, this fit was convincing me to dress like this every day. I looked every bit deserving of the job and, surprisingly, felt it too. How could I not when I had put in hours of practice for this interview?I knew the gaps in my CV were going to be a talking point and I was prepared to make a case for myself with everything else I had; exceptional work ethic, a Harvard distinction, and the kind of mechanical skill that didn’t expire just because it went unused.A soft kn
~ GAVIN ~The room erupted. Gasps layered over each other — the loudest from Hannah's parents who had now moved even farther from us. Edward stepped to the side. "I could have your brains on this floor!" Robert's voice broke at the edges, his hand pressed to his face. "I could! Right now — I could!"Edward and Uncle Thomas rushed to him, urging him to breathe, to calm down, to just stop talking. Hannah's mother crossed the room and joined the program. Their low, urgent tones echoed in my ears as I stared at the bodyguard. His eyes were flat and professional, the gun unwavering, and his expression suggested the only thing standing between me and a very bad outcome was the word his employer had not yet given.And the employer in question? His rage was getting wilder by the second. In this state, he could very well decide to shoot and deal with whatever consequences later. I felt the weight of my own weapon tucked against my waistband, hidden beneath the loose drape of my shirt. Of c
~ GAVIN ~I also learnt that Edward had been made president of Steele Group — a position that had always been meant for me. I harbored no resentment toward him for it. If anything, I felt sorry for him. My absence, coupled with the criminal record that would follow me after my release, had forced him into a role he had never prepared for. Our father had decided long ago in his twenties that he would be retiring at fifty-five. It was the reason I was drilled so hard over the years. I had to be ready to receive the baton and start running the moment he passed it. Edward was never part of that plan. He, of course, was an engineer, but never aspired to lead the company. That didn’t stop the responsibility from being thrust upon him. In the end, we were both paying the price for my mistake — each in our own way.“Protecting the business — and myself — is protecting you,” Robert stated pointedly. “It is protecting the Kessler empire my father left in my care — the same empire you all ar
TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide~ GAVIN ~Arguing voices from open windows got louder as I approached. I could recognize my father’s — of course, he had to be at the center of every conflict. Then Edward’s and Uncle Thomas’s.I pushed the front door open and let myself into the waiting room, then continued to the living room. For the first time in a long time, my entrance into a family gathering was not met with an awkward silence. The three men were too busy tearing into each other to notice me. Hannah’s parents were in the room too. Her dad sat in his wheelchair on the far end, while her mom perched beside him on a reclining sofa, both of them watching the exchange stunned and speechless. The bone of contention must be really fat for my family to begin chewing it out in front of their in-laws. “The fact remains that you have no right to fire Lennon from his job!” Uncle Thomas was raving. “By virtue of being a Kessler, he has a guaranteed position at Steele group!”Fùck. I warned Edward
~ GAVIN ~ I stared at my phone for a moment after Sienna abruptly ended the call, the disconnect beep echoing rudely in my ears. Why exactly was she mad? I had laid out this boundary clearly. Why would she think I was bluffing? What about me suggested I was a man who talked just to hear his own voice? Something rustled behind me and I turned fast, instincts kicking in before awareness. This was Edward’s house. My father was somewhere on these grounds which meant I had to stay alert. Aunt Roseline stood beside a bush of yellow blooms, looking radiant in the dress she'd chosen for meeting her grand-niece for the first time. A swan brooch caught the moonlight on her chest, glinting every time she moved. “Is that how you youngins do the love thing now?” she asked, descending the few steps into the sunken courtyard. I'd left everyone inside to take Sienna's call — a call I'd been expecting from the moment I gave the order. Nearly the entire family was gathered there; Hannah’s
~ SIENNA ~He laughed, caught completely. “She did say you were smart.”I smiled back. “I might have missed it if you hadn’t looked like you were waiting for a biopsy result while waiting for me to agree to the ride.”To be honest, I didn’t know why I asked that question. Okay, I did. I wanted to feel flattered. To confirm I could still grab a man’s attention without trying. To tell myself I still had it regardless of what anyone thought. “I’ve never been a good actor,” he mumbled with a shrug. “But you must be an excellent negotiator. Margo wouldn’t do you this favour for nothing.”“Oh, you have no idea how many favours she owes me. Some are decades old.”My attention perked up. “Tell me about it.”“Mmm… Margo’s always loved celebrity life, and she used to make us play these dramas where she was a blockbuster actress and the rest of us were… well, whatever she casted us as. From rival actresses — who always lost to her, to valets to her fainting fans. And I was the one holding i
~ GAVIN ~Sienna didn’t run, which was an ill-informed decision because she didn’t know how hard my cock was in my pants. And the extent to which I wanted to wreck her body tonight. She just looked up at me, lashes fluttering as if she was wondering whether or not this was really happening.One… T
~ SIENNA ~I winced at the correction. I still sometimes forgot to put the prefix ‘ex’ in front of ‘husband’ when addressing Harry. Margo didn’t have that problem; Harry was ex-husband from the minute I signed the divorce papers. Gavin continued. “You were gorgeous, friendly, and smiled like you h
~ SIENNA ~Minutes later, I walked out of my bedroom into the living room wearing a wide smile and a light-blue halter neck pleated dress. “How do I look?” I asked, giving Margo a twirl. She paused her movie and looked at me all over with an unreadable expression. “You look like Cinderella — befo
~ SIENNA ~He leaned deeper into his chair, not in the least startled by my outburst. “I’ve counted four questions since we made the agreement.”“No, no… that’s not possible. I’ve not officially started asking.”“Officially? I didn’t know we would need to sign another contract before you ask your q







