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.Hours later, the house was filled with detectives and FBI agents. People moved around constantly, talking in low voices, checking their phones, studying maps, and trying to put together every piece of information they had.But none of it mattered to me.I couldn’t sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Chris.My baby.I kept imagining him somewhere alone, frightened and calling for me.Nic had reassured me several times that he was going to handle everything, but how was I supposed to sit down and sleep while my child was out there?“You need to sleep,” Nic said quietly, holding me. “I’ll handle everything.”I immediately pulled his hands away.“I can’t relax, Nic.”My voice broke.“Chris is out there. My poor baby… Has he eaten? Is he scared? How is Clara treating him?”The questions came rushing out of me before I could stop them.I covered my face as I quietly broke down.Nic didn’t say anything this time.Instead, he pulled me into his arms.“Shhh,” he whispered, rubbing my bac
Shock waves ran through my veins as the chaos spread across the room. Everything happened so fast that I could barely process what I was seeing.Earlier, Nic had pulled me out of the building because of the chaos that had broken out inside. As he dragged me away, I saw several dead bodies lying across the floor, but there was one body I desperately prayed I wouldn’t find.My baby’s.“Siena! Siena, are you okay?” Nic asked, pulling me out of my trance.I stared at him, unable to find the words to explain how I felt. How was I supposed to be okay?If only he had listened to me. Maybe my life wouldn’t have turned into this nightmare. Maybe my baby wouldn’t have been taken away from me by his venomous ex, a woman who wanted nothing but to destroy me and everything I had left.Tears stung my eyes as I looked away from him.“I’m not fine,” I finally said, my voice trembling. “How do you expect me to be okay? My child was taken away from me!”“Our child,” he corrected quietly.I immediately
Chapter “Right on time,” Clara said the moment I walked into the abandoned warehouse. I ignored the smug smile on her face and looked around frantically. My heart pounded against my chest. “Where is my son?” I demanded. “I don’t have time for your nonsense.” She folded her arms and tilted her head. “Not so fast, Anna.” Hearing her call me by the nickname she used years ago made my skin crawl. “I should be the one with the child,” she spat. “I should be the one with Nic, not you. You ruined my life.” Her voice dripped with hatred, but I refused to let her words get to me. “I’m not here to listen to your excuses,” I replied coldly. “Where is my son?” She laughed bitterly. “Excuses? Is that what you think they are?” “I don’t care what you call them. None of this is my fault. If your life fell apart, that’s on you.” Her expression darkened. “You stole everything from me.” “I stole nothing.” Before she could respond, a familiar voice echoed through the wareho
Pick up… pick up…” I muttered under my breath, pacing the length of the living room so many times I was sure I had worn a path into the marble floor.Clara’s line wasn’t going through.Not reachable.Not available.Not existing.My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone. The silence in the house felt wrong—too loud, too heavy. Police officers moved around, murmuring into radios. At the far corner, Nic stood with the detectives, speaking in a low, controlled voice like this was just another business crisis he could negotiate his way out of.This wasn’t business.This was my son.“Mum… where is Chris?”Ava’s tiny voice pierced through the noise.I froze.She stood near the staircase, clutching her stuffed rabbit, her wide eyes scanning the room. She was trying to be brave, but I could see the fear swimming in them.I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a smile that felt like it cracked my face in half.“Baby, can you give Mum some time?” I said softly, patting her
SIENNA’S POVI walked out of the room where Nic had been sitting, feeling his gaze on me the entire time. I didn’t want to meet his eyes—didn’t want him to see the knot of panic twisting in my stomach. I had to handle this myself.I pulled out my phone, fingers trembling as I dialed Clara’s number. It rang once, twice… then connected.“Hey, bitch,” she sneered, her voice dripping with venom.“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.“A lot,” she hissed. “And I’m sure you’re very much aware now. I’m taking back everything you stole from me.”“I never took anything from you,” I snapped, heat rising in my chest. “Stay the hell away from my family. I’m warning you, Clara!”She was about to speak again, probably to threaten me further, but I slammed the call button, cutting her off.I sank back into the chair, heart hammering, chest tight.“Clara… still threatening?”The voice startled me. Nova, leaning against the doorframe, her eyebrows raised in concern.“N… Ni
“Sienna, I want you to meet someone…” Nic says as he steps onto the balcony where I’m seated.The late afternoon sun spills across the marble floor, warm against my bare feet. I turn slowly, expecting one of his guards, maybe a business associate. But the moment my eyes land on the man standing behind him, my breath leaves my lungs.“Dad…” I whisper, the word breaking in my throat.I don’t remember standing. I only know I’m suddenly running—heart pounding, vision blurred—until I crash into his chest. His arms wrap around me tightly, desperately, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he loosens his grip.“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he keeps murmuring against my hair. Over and over. Like a prayer. Like a punishment.Tears stream down my cheeks as I pull back slightly to look at him. I cup his face in my trembling hands, studying him carefully. He looks… healthy. Stronger. The hollowness that used to shadow his eyes is gone.Nic took care of him.“It’s not your fault,” I whisper, even though I







