Semua Bab My Dad’s Business Partner : Bab 1 - Bab 7

SiennaBreaking through the loud music buzzing in my headphones and the vivid scenery I was halfway through painting, Mom's voice cut sharply into my bubble."Sienna, Jacob forgot this file! Why don't you take it to him?"It never fails—Mom's voice, I mean. No matter how loud my music is or how absorbed I am in my work, her voice always finds its way through. Honestly, I've started to suspect she isn't human.Or maybe she's just perfected the art of shouting at the exact pitch that penetrates even the most deafening musical choices.Reluctantly, I pulled off my headphones, my paint-streaked hands leaving smudges on the cord. My dress was an abstract masterpiece of colors, and my hair, tied up in a messy bun, looked like it had been styled by chaos itself."Seriously, Mom? I'm working here," I said, exasperated.Mom lay sprawled on her stomach on my bed, book in hand, looking entirely too comfortable. She flashed me a sheepish grin. "The exhibition is two months away, and you've almos

Sienna I sat cross-legged on the floor, spreading the black paint across the woman's face with my hand. Then, with careful precision, I added flower patterns in shades of gray and white. The contrast brought her face to life, the flowers giving it an ethereal quality. I layered the petals, smoothing them, adding depth—one layer, then another, and another.Ruined Daisy.The name for the piece struck me like lightning, clear and undeniable. I whispered it aloud, testing the sound of it. Yes, Ruined Daisy.I'd been struggling to name this portrait for weeks. I'd even talked to Ryatt about it, though that conversation had gone nowhere. To be fair, Ryatt never showed much interest in my work anymore. He'd stopped coming to exhibitions entirely, though he used to attend when we first got together. Maybe he found art boring—some people did. And I couldn't really blame him for that.As I worked, the buzz of an incoming video call pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen. Kelly's n

Sienna"Sienna!" Ryatt gasped, his voice sharp with disbelief. "What the fuck are you doing?"Kelly's hand slowly rose to her cheek, her eyes wide with shock, as though she couldn't believe what had just happened. Honestly, I didn't blame her. I had always treated her far better than she deserved. Listened to her endless demands. Overlooked every mistake. Ignored every red flag. I'd done everything to make her happy—everything. She had been like a sister to me. Had been. Not anymore."What the fuck I am doing?" I pointed at myself, letting out a bitter chuckle. "I can't believe you even have the nerve to ask me that, Ryatt. You two were over here about to fuck each other—my boyfriend and my best friend—on the night of my birthday. My fucking birthday. After I dropped everything to spend it with you both. And you're asking me what the fuck I'm doing?" My voice cracked with rage as I stared him down. "Tell me, Ryatt. In all six years of our relationship, did you ever actually love me?"

SiennaAs Alex's lips crashed against mine, my eyes fluttered shut, and my hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands without a second thought. His kiss was demanding and consuming, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that felt almost primal, like a man starved.His hand remained firmly between my legs, fingers teasing with maddening precision, while the other gripped my waist, pulling me closer as though any space between us was unbearable. His thumb effortlessly pressed against my clit, slow and deliberate, drawing a gasp from my lips that he swallowed greedily.The sensation sent a jolt through my body, and I clung to him, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his touch. Two fingers slid inside me with an ease that made me tremble, my walls clenching around him instinctively, slickness coating his hand.It had taken Ryatt hours to find my clit and he found it just like that? Well, perhaps it was the blessing of having fucking countless women wi