7. DRIVING HIM CRAZY

CHAPTER 7

SIENNA POV

“Sienna!!”

I heard my dad’s voice from outside.

I jumped up from Lorenzo’s lap, with heart slamming in my chest. My legs trembled as I backed away from him. His cock throbbed between his legs, while he looked up at me with a smug smile.

“Are you scared? You were bold just now,” he teased, eyes lazily dragging over me.

I bit my lip, shame and heat mixing in my gut. My eyes flicked down to his dick under is trousers. Even with my dad outside, I couldn't stop staring at that heavenly thing.

“Sienna, up,” he warned softly.

I tore my gaze away, with heat burning my cheek. “Your dad is outside, but he won’t come in without my command. Don’t worry,” he added.

“Oh… yes…” I bowed slightly, hurriedly fixing my hair and adjusting my clothes. He handed me the glass, and I rushed out like my life depended on it.

“Dad,” I called, trying to hide the lump in my throat.

He glanced at me and stretched out his hand. “Ah, I was calling you, but you weren’t picking up. I decided to wait inside.”

I smiled quickly, handed him the glass, and kept my voice steady. “Lo…Don is inside. He told me to wait for you.” I quickly correct myself.

He nodded. “Alright. You can go home.”

I turned away, holding my breath until I was far enough.

What the hell did I just do?

The memory of rubbing myself all over him made my stomach twist. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. I had to be insane. Knowing he’s my father-in-law… my dad’s boss… and I still let that happen?

“Aghh!” I screamed, waving down a taxi like I was escaping a crime scene.

“Greenwood, please,” I told the driver, collapsing into the seat.

My head was a mess.

What’s wrong with me? Why did I enjoy that? Do I need help or therapy? 

Am I messed up for wanting an older man?

“Damn,” I muttered under my breath.

The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Miss, are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “Am I really okay?”

He gave me a strange look, the kind people give when they’re not sure if you’re mad or just broken. Maybe I was both.

I needed distance from Lorenzo. That was the only way. This thing couldn't continue. I was getting married to his son in five days. Five damn days.

“Miss, we’re here,” the driver said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Oh. Thank you,” I said, handing him the money and hurrying out.

I walked up to Juliet’s apartment and banged on the door.

“Juliet!” I called out.

Within seconds, she opened the door and rushed to me, she wrapped her arms around me.

“Sienna! You didn’t tell me you were coming!” she beamed.

“I felt like surprising you,” I whispered.

I walked inside, kicked off my shoes, and slumped onto her couch.

“So, tell me about the wedding! I want all the juicy details, babe!” she squealed.

“I’m thirsty. Get me water,” I muttered.

She blinked at me, then nodded and went to get it anyway.

“Talk now,” she said as she handed it to me.

I told her everything…..except the part about me rubbing and sucking off my father-in-law.

“Wow,” she breathed. “Is he hot?”

“Is that the question you’re supposed to ask?” I snapped, eyes narrowing.

“I don’t like him,” I added quickly.

“Sorry, babe. I get it.” She patted my hair gently.

“It’s fine. I’m okay,” I said, brushing her hand away.

“But… do you have anyone you actually like?” she asked.

“You told me you and Adrian broke up. So who else?”

Even at that question, my mind betrayed me. It went straight to Lorenzo, my fucking mind went to him, his chiesled abs his lips, his dark piercing into me.

I was really losing it.

“Sienna! Do you?” she pushed again, her voice full of excitement.

“No, I don’t. Even if I did… I have to let it go. I’ve been sacrificed like a lamb,” I muttered.

She moved closer and hugged me.

“It’s fine, baby,” she whispered.

I patted her back softly, hugging her too. I really needed it. I needed to stop thinking about Lorenzo. I needed to breathe.

“Juliet,” I called out when I noticed her sniffling. She looked up, her eyes watery.

“Why are you crying? Don’t be dramatic, it’s fine,” I said.

She nodded, wiping her eyes.

“Let’s go to the club tonight. It’s been a while since we had fun. I’ve gotta go,” she said quickly. “Will you come with me? Don’t say no.”

I looked at her and gave a soft smile. “I’ll go.”

“Really?” she squealed with joy.

I nodded.

“Wow, that’s weird. You never agree when I ask you to go to a club.”

I didn’t answer. I just smiled.

I needed to get drunk. I needed to erase Lorenzo from my mind, at least for a night.

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LORENZO POV

“Sir, is everything okay?” Mr. Williams asked.

“I’m fine. Continue,” I said, waving my hand.

But I wasn’t fine. Not even close.

Since Sienna left, I couldn’t focus on a damn thing. I’ve never been one to lose focus at work, but now my mind was completely useless.

Her soft moans echoed in my ears. The way she whispered “Loren” like a plea, like a secret. It was burned into my head.

I tried to pretend I didn’t recognize her, but that was impossible. She’s too tempting. Too soft and too sexy.

I wanted her to grind on me again. I wanted to feel her tight pussy wrapped around me. I wanted to fuck her until my body gave out.

I had tried to hold back. That kiss earlier? I couldn’t stop myself. Her lips were too sweet to ignore. I wanted her on my lap every damn minute.

My cock twitched beneath the table, aching. I looked down and see it was hard as hell, just from the memory of her.

I knew I should hold back. She’s like a daughter to me now. In five days, she would belong to my son.

But the thought of her in someone else’s arms made my blood boil.

I wanted to call the damn wedding off! Fuck!

“So we thought we could set a meeting at the club tonight,” Mr. Williams said.

That was the only thing that managed to get through to me.

“Come again?” I asked, snapping my head up.

“Sir, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.

How the hell could I tell him his daughter was driving me crazy?

I nodded, trying to calm the pressure in my pants.

“So, the Velative Organization wants to meet you. They scheduled it for tonight but said the location’s up to you,” he said.

“And why should I meet them?” I asked, the edge in my voice impossible to miss.

“It’s about the casino ship coming in from Japan. We also spotted a couple of INTERPOL operatives onboard.”

I tapped my pen against the table, narrowing my eyes at him.

If the Velative Organization is asking for a meeting, then it’s serious. But why the hell is INTERPOL on that ship?

“Fine. Use our usual club. What time?”

“9:30.”

“Okay. And check with Kai about

the burner phone. If he finds anything, update me.”

He nodded and walked out.

I leaned back in my chair, with my jaw clenched.

Sienna was driving me insane.