The Billionaire's Irresistible Touch

Sienna's POVThere’s a very specific kind of silence that comes after a landlord says, “You’ve got till Friday.”It’s not peaceful. It’s not thoughtful.I stared at my reflection in the microwave, holding a lonely slice of bread with no matching spread, wondering if breakfast could count as just vibes.Rent was long overdue. My bank account had $20.00.And to top it off, the fan in my room now made a wheezing sound like it was slowly dying of heartbreak.My phone buzzed. ~Remember you have till Friday. No excuses.~I threw the bread back into the plastic bag and groaned into my hands. I wasn’t dramatic by nature, but this? This felt like a good time for a breakdown montage with sad music and rain.Instead, I got a knock at the door.I jumped. Paused.Another knock.Landlord? Loan collector?I opened it a crack—just enough to peek.“Oh thank God, you’re home!”Liz barreled inside, one fake eyelash hanging on for dear life. “Please, I need your help.”“I’m not babysitting your nephews a

Kieran’s POVFour Weeks LaterI was starting to think James hated me.Not openly—he is too professional for that. But the evidence was piling up. Why else would he keep scheduling these god-awful dates? Every single one was worse than the last.Six women. Six disasters. All handpicked from my grandmother’s “women of quality” list. Whatever that meant.The first one showed up with a dog in a stroller. She ordered steak… for the dog. Only water for herself.The second told me—within thirty seconds—that her ex was her therapist. And they still hugged regularly "for healing."The third didn’t bother introducing herself. She stared at her phone, chewed loudly, and hummed between bites.By the fourth, I was finished. By the sixth, I was strongly considering celibacy.I was going through a file when James knocked once and entered quietly.“You have one last meeting this evening, sir.”“No, I don’t.”He waited. “It is the final one on your grandmother’s list. She asked me to remind you.”My

Sienna’s POVLiz’s head popped in. “Sienna? Are you okay? I hope you’re not… hurt.”She rushed to me, hands skimming over my arms and shoulders.“I didn’t want to come in while Moe was still here—You know I would’ve torn him apart.”I shot her a cold stare.She faltered, then sighed. “Okay, okay, sorry. But seriously—what if we both end up in a hospital bed, huh? Who’s gonna help who then?”And yet, her words brought the tears anyway, ugly and unstoppable.“Three days?” I wailed. “Why does everyone think my life is a joke?”Liz hovered, uncertain whether to pull me into her arms or cry with me. “What happened?”“I—I’m doomed,” I breathed. “Either Moe kills me if I don’t pay, or I take a chance with… him.”Her jaw dropped. “Wait, don’t tell me he wants to sleep with you.”I threw my head into my hands, shaking it hard.“No,” I screamed.“Then who?”I swallowed hard. "One arrogant man I bumped into while delivering food. I also saw him at The Velvet Room. And now… he wants me to pretend

Sienna’s POVI stared at the folder he left behind. The table was still damp where the water had spilled.I didn’t grab him. I had barely touched his skin. I lifted my hand to my nose and smelled my wrist. I didn't smell bad. To him, I was clearly something "dirty."If he thinks I’m so beneath him, then why does he want to marry me? My fingers crushed the napkin until it was a mangled mess in my palm.The tightness in my chest eased slightly when the waiter brought two plates of steak. I forced myself to eat every bite. I needed the strength. When I was finished, I took the folder and walked out. The freezing night air hit my face like a slap, knocking the breath from my lungs.Back in my apartment, the lights were still off. I sat on the floor and used my phone light to read the rules again. One rule stood out: No touching. Another clause stated that when we were alone, I had to stay at least three meters away from him at all times.​I took a shaky breath. Maybe that was for the be

Kieran’s POV I tried to pull a breath in, but my lungs had turned to stone."I—I'm so sorry!" Sienna stepped toward me, her hand reaching out to grab me.Stay back. I meant to shout it, but my throat was a tight knot. I gripped the chair arms to push myself away, but the floor tilted forty-five degrees. The world started blurring at the edges, turning into gray noise."Mr. Wolfe? Kieran?"She sounded miles away, her voice quiet as if I were underwater. I reached for the table, but my arm felt like a heavy weight. The last thing I felt was the floor hitting my knees.Then, everything went black.***Sienna’s POV "Oh my God! Kieran!"​I ran to him. My heart beat so hard against my ribs I thought it would break. He was pale. His eyes rolled back. He wasn't breathing.​I reached for my phone with shaking fingers and called James. Pick up, pick up, pick up! It rang once, twice... then went to voicemail.​"Damn it, James!" I whispered.​I couldn't stand still. I walked in a tight circle,