LOGINI slide the seat back for her to sit.
I know she answered Clara's call. I know she crossed the line by picking up while we were having sex - but I don't care. Besides, Clara is a pest I can't wait to weed out. "These dishes look delicious..." she says, picking up her fork. She looks breathtaking under the starlight - her blonde hair, blue eyes... everything about her is just alluring. "If you want more, let me know." "I'm not a glutton, Mr. Steele," she mutters, rolling her eyes. "Never called you one," I say, wiping away a crumb from her lips. In a world filled with chaos, whenever I'm with her... I find peace. Sienna's POV I walked hand-in-hand with Nic as we strolled quietly down the beach. My long sleeveless dress danced in the breeze. I could feel his stare - I turned to look at him. "You're a beauty, Sienna - an art meant to be worshipped," he murmurs as we walk. "Thank y-" I begin, when my phone chimes. KEVIN. "I'm sorry - I have to take this," I say, noticing the jealousy blazing in his eyes. "Don't. Even. Dare," he growls. "But-" "But nothing, Sienna. If you still want that fucker to keep his job, don't pick it up. But if you want to test me... go ahead." He walks off, leaving me standing there alone. What the actual fuck - he just showed me that side. That possessive, jealous side. Nic, I've got you right where I need you... I smirked, walking after him. The Resort Room "Nic?" I call out. No answer. I step onto the patio where the luxury jacuzzi sits. He's there - bathed in blue light, looking sinfully gorgeous. Pierced ears. Tattooed chest. Bulging muscles. Compared to him, Kevin is nothing but a pest. I want to scream to the world to fuck off - he's mine. I approach and slowly peel off my clothes, leaving only matching thongs. His eyes drink me in as I lower myself into the bubbly water, hips swaying. Lust burns in his gaze like he can never get enough of me. Reaching him, I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle him, brushing my lips against his skin. "Are you angry at me?" I whisper in his ear. "You're mine, Sienna. All mine. Which part of that don't you understand?" he growls, grabbing my waist and forcing me to grind against him. "Ahh..." I moan. "Yes - I'm yours. All yours, Nic. No one else." "Tell me Kevin is a pest, baby." "Kevin's a pest. A nuisance," I breathe, moving my hips harder as I feel his length against me. He crashes his mouth on my neck, then my lips - hungry, punishing... like he wants to brand me. "Mmm..." I moan as he shifts my thong aside, pulls himself free, and slides into me. "Ahh..." I cry out as I start riding him. Our moans fill the night air as the water splashes around us. I ride him like a wild stallion. Suddenly, his phone rings - Clara. Then my phone buzzes. "I'm going to kill you, bitch. Stay the fuck away from my man..."- Clara
I only smirk as he rejects her call and focuses on thrusting up into me - consuming me like gasoline to flame. He moans my name like I'm a poison sent to destroy him. The fact he ignored her... for me? The line has definitely been crossed. And I can't wait to rub it in her face.The next evening, the house smelled of baked cookies and fresh flowers. Ava had insisted on helping me decorate, scattering petals on the dining table while Chris kept running to the window to check if “Aunt Ann’s car” was there yet.When the doorbell finally rang, the kids bolted before I could stop them.“Ann!” Ava squealed, flinging herself into her aunt’s arms the moment the door opened.Tara—Ann to everyone but me—laughed as she bent down to scoop her up. “Oh, my favorite girl! You’ve grown so much. What are they feeding you, sunshine?”Chris hugged her next, grinning wide. “Mom said you were coming, but I thought you’d miss the plane like last time.”“Not this time, kiddo,” she said, ruffling his hair. “I made sure of it.”I stood in the doorway, smiling before she even looked up. And when she did, her eyes softened in that way that always made me feel like home wasn’t a place—it was her.“Sienna,” she said quietly.I didn’t realize how much I needed her until I was in her arms.
Seinna povThe flight home felt quieter than the one that brought us there. The kids had fallen asleep halfway through, curled up under thin blankets, their faces peaceful against the hum of the engines. I watched them for a long while, brushing a strand of hair from Ava’s forehead, pretending not to notice the weight of Nic’s silence beside me.He hadn’t said much since the park. He’d disappeared for nearly an hour that evening before we left, returning only after sunset, jaw tight and eyes unreadable. When I asked where he went, he simply said, “Handled it,” and that was the end of it.Now, as the jet sliced through the night sky, he sat across from me, scrolling through his phone with a stillness that made the air between us feel heavy.“Everything okay?” I asked softly.His eyes lifted to mine for a moment before he nodded once. “Yeah. We’re fine.”But the edge in his voice told a different story.When we landed, dawn had already begun to creep across the horizon, painting the cit
Seinna pov My hands trembled slightly as I stared at the screen. Clara’s name glared back at me like a ghost that refused to stay buried. For a moment, the world outside the villa—the sound of waves, the laughter of the kids—faded into silence.Nic’s voice broke it. “What is it?”I didn’t answer at first. I could still feel his kiss on my lips, but now my heart raced for an entirely different reason. Slowly, I turned the phone toward him. His eyes flicked over the message, his jaw tightening. The shift in his expression was subtle, but it was there—the flash of irritation, the cold calm that always followed when he felt threatened.“Clara,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then, looking up at me, his tone softened, even though his eyes stayed sharp. “She won’t touch you, Sienna. I’ll make sure of it.”I swallowed hard. “Nic, you don’t know her like I do. She doesn’t stop until she gets what she wants. What if—”He cut me off, stepping closer, his hand wrapping around mine with quiet
Sienna’s POV“Sienna, I want you to meet someone…” Nic’s voice came from behind me as he stepped onto the balcony where I had been seated, staring out at the horizon.I turned, brows furrowing, unsure who he meant. But the moment my eyes landed on the figure beside him, my heart stopped. “Dad…” The word tumbled from my lips in a whisper of disbelief before I was on my feet, rushing into his arms.His embrace was strong, trembling with emotion. I buried my face against his shoulder, breathing in a scent I thought I’d lost forever. He muttered into my hair over and over, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” like a broken prayer.Tears stung my eyes, slipping down my cheeks. Slowly, I pulled back, studying him as though afraid he might vanish. His skin was clear, his frame healthy—he looked cared for, better than I could have imagined. My gaze shifted toward Nic. He stood a few steps back, arms folded, expression unreadable, as if none of this touched him.“It’s not your fault,” I said firmly to m
“Miss me, bitch?”The voice slid from the darkness like a blade against glass, sharp and cold. My heart stuttered before the shadow stepped forward, revealing Clara.For a heartbeat I almost didn’t recognize her. The Clara I once knew carried a glow—a dangerous, surgically perfected beauty that always felt like a challenge. But this Clara looked different. Thinner. Precise. Her once radiant skin now held a damp, gray cast. Her eyes, once bright with mischief, looked older, haunted. The sleek hair that had always been her crown was now cut short, jagged around her face as if life had stripped her of vanity. Suffering clung to her like smoke.“Mum… who is she?” Ava’s small voice tugged me out of the frozen moment.Clara tilted her head, eyes sliding to my daughter. A slow, poisonous smile crept across her lips. “Aww, the little one,” she cooed, bending to Ava’s level. “She looks just like the man, doesn’t she? The man you stole from me.”“Don’t touch her,” I snapped, yanking Ava behind
Nic POVSteam curled around us, soft and heavy, but her words cut through it clean—I love you.For a second, I thought the hiss of the shower had played a trick on me. My hand, slick with water, stalled mid-motion against her back. The scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her skin—everything I’d been sinking into—blurred into something sharp, electric. My chest tightened, a pulse pounding behind my ribs like it wanted out. I stared at her, droplets sliding down her cheek, searching for a flicker of hesitation, anything that made this less real. But her eyes stayed on mine, steady and unflinching, and all I could do was grip the tiled wall, as if the whole room might tilt and drag me under.I wanted to say it back, to tell her I loved her—but the words felt trapped in my chest, stubbornly refusing to escape, even though deep down I knew how I felt.“You don’t have to—”“I love you, Seinna,” I finally said. As I spoke, I saw her eyes glisten, teary—like she’d longed to hear those words,







