Sienna’s POV
My phone buzzed as I slid into the back of the taxi, my heels clacking against the floor.
“Hey, bitch,” Kate’s voice exploded through my AirPods. “What are you up to?”
I glanced at my wrist — the Rolex. Sleek, gold, stupidly expensive. A gift from Mr. Steele. Just one of many.
“Running late for work, as usual,” I muttered, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.
“Girl, Mr. Nicci’s not gonna fire you. He’s too busy stuffing you with—”
“Kate!” I hissed, laughing. “Shut up.”
Kate knew everything. Every sinful detail about me and Dominic Steele — the powerful, cold, dangerously sexy CEO who couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me.
“Oh, guess what?” I grinned.
“Spill.”
“He just got me a new apartment.”
A shriek pierced my eardrum. “No f***ing way! Your coochie’s got superpowers!”
I giggled. “Apparently.”
Kate came from old money. We met back in college through Clara — back when Clara wasn’t a complete traitor. Things change. People change.
At the Office
His office could pass for a luxury suite — floor-to-ceiling glass windows, matte-black furnishings, and him…
Dominic Steele.
Dressed in jet-black like sin in a suit. Commanding. Cold. Devastatingly handsome.
He sat behind his desk, eyes on his laptop, posture regal, like the city below belonged to him.
“Morning, Mr. Steele.” I placed the file on his desk, keeping my voice neutral.
“Morning, Ms. Ward,” he replied without looking up.
“Here’s the file you requested.”
Then his gaze lifted — and my breath caught. Those eyes pinned me in place like he owned me.
“Book a weekend trip to Paris,” he said simply. “Just the two of us.”
I blinked. “Sir?”
“You busy this weekend?”
“No… I’m not.”
“Good. You’re mine this weekend.”
Before I could respond, a knock interrupted.
“Come in.”
I turned just as his assistant walked in.
“Sir, Ms. Clara is here to see you.”
My stomach tightened.
Of course, she was.
Outside the Office
And there she was — Clara. In red.
A perfect plastic Barbie with designer curves and dead eyes.
She swept past me without a glance, but her whisper was loud enough:
“Bitch.”
I smiled sweetly. “Snitch,” I murmured back.
Dominic’s POV
She walked in like she still had a place in my life.
She didn’t.
“What do you want, Clara?”
She closed the distance, dragging her manicured nails across my chest.
“Dinner. The family kind. You and me this weekend.”
“I have plans,” I said, moving to the window. Paris with Sienna — that was my plan.
Her body. Her moans. The way her eyes looked when I took her apart — I wanted more.
“Plans with who?” she asked tightly.
“My secretary.”
Her face twisted. Good.
“If that’s all, you can leave.”
She did, hips swaying like she was still on a runway. Forgettable.
Sienna’s POV
Kelvin strolled into my office, no knock, just his usual cocky charm.
“You look fire today.”
He was cute, sure. But I liked my men dangerous, cold, and ruthless. I liked Dominic Steele.
“Thanks, Kel.”
“Weekend plans?” he asked, dropping into the chair opposite me.
“Business trip with Mr. Steele. Paris.”
His smile faded.
“Oh. Didn’t know we had one scheduled.”
“It’s… private,” I smirked.
He left eventually, and I stared at my screen, grinning.
This weekend, I wouldn’t be a secretary. I’d be his toy. His pleasure.
That Evening
The elevator doors slid open to reveal the penthouse.
Marble floors. Gold accents. A view of the entire damn city.
A million-dollar space — for me. Just because I let him own my body.
“Thank you,” I whispered into the phone.
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he said. His voice alone sent shivers through me.
“Will I see you tonight?”
“I’m already on my way.”
I ran my fingers over the velvet couch. This was it — the life I dreamed of.
Then the door clicked open.
And there he was.
The Night
He came in like a storm — all muscle and hunger.
I met him halfway, melting into his kiss. His lips were hungry, his hands greedy, sliding under my dress. Clothes hit the floor. He lifted me, carrying me to the king-sized bed.
“Mm…” I moaned as his mouth trailed down my neck, his hands claiming me. My legs parted, and he filled me in one deep thrust.
“F***, Sienna,” he groaned, slamming into me harder, faster.
“Yes… yes,” I gasped.
Then my phone buzzed. Kelvin’s name lit up the screen.
Dominic stilled inside me, eyes narrowing.
“Why is he calling you?” His voice was low, dangerous.
“It’s nothing, he ju—ahh… f***…”
“Mine,” he growled.
He slammed back into me, each word punctuated with a thrust.
“I. Said. You. Are. Mine.”
He came inside me, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe.
When it was over, we lay tangled in the sheets.
“Whatever you have with him — cut it. Know your place.”
He didn’t sound cruel. Just like a man who didn’t share.
I traced a line across his chest, my heart aching.
“Nic…”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Because if I said what I wanted — that I wanted to mean more to him — it could ruin us.
This was a forbidden game. A secret that could destroy everything if it ever got out.
Sienna's POVI woke up again, this time with his arms wrapped around me-our naked bodies tangled under the bedsheets. He pulled me close."Morning, baby," he said, kissing my lips and pulling me up to straddle him."Yeah, I missed you too," I said, rolling my eyes."Sorry I didn't call or text you. I promise I'll make it up to you...""Nic, you're getting married," I said warily, not wanting to push my luck. It might not turn out well. "This thing between us-ahh..."He rolled us over, sliding into me from above."I don't want to talk about it, Sienna... Just let me fuck you, baby," he whispered, thrusting into me."Ahhh-yes..." I moaned, my eyes rolling back, back arching as I spread my legs wider for him."Fuck, Sienna... I missed you, baby," he groaned, slamming into me without holding back, forgetting I might still be sore from last night.Three more thrusts, and he flipped me onto my stomach, entering from behind. He came inside me, filling me with his seed. The crazy part? I'm no
Sienna – POVIt's been a week, and I haven't heard from Nic.He just... disappeared.Last I heard, he was in Greece with his family. I've been going to the office most days, sitting in his chair - letting memories swallow me whole.Memories of him bending me over his desk...His hands all over my bare skin...The way he'd talk to me like I was the only woman in the world.The way he looked at me like I was more than just a distraction.But I guess I wasn't.If I mattered to him - even a little - he would've called.Or texted.Or something.But no. I'm just the girl he bends over a desk when he's bored. A plaything. A secret.Will I keep letting this happen?Then suddenly, the large TV screen lights up in the office. It's a breaking news headline:DOMINIC STEELE AND CLARA WOLFE'S ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCED.Wedding set for the end of the month.I froze.I stared at the screen like the world had just ended.Yes, I knewClara was his fiancée - but this?Marriage?A wedding date?He agreedto thi
Sienna – POVI woke up in his strong arms again, smiling and feeling relieved with how last night turned out.He didn't answer Clara's call - instead, he gave me all his attention, turned me in every position until I was sore and breathless."Tired?" he asked, eyes still closed, his sexy morning voice turning me on all over again."Yes... thanks to you," I murmured, as he pulled me closer.He smirked. I stared at his diamond earring - that signature bad boy energy, paired with his tattoos.Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if he added my name to one of those tats."You hungry?" he asked, this time opening his eyes."Mmm, yes," I replied, sitting up.My phone started ringing. Kate.Not answering. My best friend would definitely want details - and I wasn't about to spill with Nic right here."What, Clara?" Nic suddenly said on the phone, pulling me out of my thoughts."Is that all?" he muttered after a pause, staring at me like I'd done something wrong.I already knew that bitch
Nic povI 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 POVI 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 jealo
Sienna's POVI sat beside him in his private jet, his hand resting on my bare thigh.Yeah, Nic likes it when I dress like his whore.Here I am, in a skimpy red dress that stops just below my thighs, showing off my thick, milky skin. The expensive Prada heels he bought me make my legs look even longer."You said we're going away to relax, not for business," I said, rolling my eyes as I looked out the window. He was typing something on his phone."Sorry, baby. I just need to send this quickly," he replied, kissing my cheek.Then his eyes met mine-and damn. That man is fine as hell. A literal Greek god.He pulled me closer, kissing me slowly, like he needed to savor the taste of me... like he couldn't get enough.A throat cleared. We looked up to see the flight attendant standing there."Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Steele. Do you need anything?" she asked, eyeing him like she wanted to eat him alive.I glared. She noticed and quickly turned her eyes away from his unbuttoned shirt."I
Sienna’s POVThe morning breeze slipped in through the curtains, carrying the faint scent of the city. I rolled over and found him still asleep, looking almost peaceful. Like the chaos that ruled his world didn’t exist in this bed.His eyelids fluttered open, revealing those cold, steel-grey eyes. God, he was beautiful. And dangerous. I wondered for a moment what his baby would look like—Oh, hell. Speaking of babies… I hadn’t been on birth control.“Good morning,” he murmured, his deep voice snapping me out of my thoughts.“Morning,” I said softly.He slid an arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and kissed me. The heat of his mouth lingered as his hand trailed down my thigh. We were still tangled naked under the luxury sheets of my new penthouse.“Take the day off, baby. You’re sore,” he said with a smirk, sitting up.I blushed. “You’re not helping.”Before I could move, he scooped me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He kissed me again as he carried m