The mansion was silent, but the air inside was anything but calm. It was thick with unspoken words, heavy with tension that neither of them had the courage to acknowledge. Grayson had always prided himself on control. Control over his company, control over his emotions, control over the way he interacted with the world. It had always been easy—compartmentalizing, keeping things in neat, separate boxes. But ever since Sienna walked into his life, those walls had started to crack. And after last night—the touch that lingered longer than it should have, the way his body had frozen instead of pulling away—he knew he was on dangerous ground. So, he did what he had always done when faced with something he couldn’t control. He buried it. He buried it beneath distance, beneath coldness, beneath an indifference that he knew would hurt her. Beca
The next morning, Sienna woke up with a renewed sense of purpose—and frustration. She had spent half the night tossing and turning, reliving every moment of her confrontation with Grayson. The way he had looked at her, the way his voice had been cold but his eyes had burned with something else entirely. He wanted her. He was fighting it. And he was punishing **her** for it. Well, if he thought she was just going to roll over and take it, he had another thing coming. She had been through too much in her life to let some emotionally constipated billionaire push her around. If Grayson thought he could ignore her, freeze her out, and make her feel small—**he was wrong**. And today, she was going to prove it. ---**Breakfast Tension** The moment she entered the dining room, she felt it. The weight of his
The house was quiet.Not the cold, suffocating silence that usually filled Grayson’s estate, but something… softer.He stood just outside Lily’s bedroom, watching through the slightly open door as Sienna tucked his daughter into bed.She moved with an ease that baffled him.Lily, who had spent so long retreating into herself, now giggled as Sienna fluffed her pillows, dramatically pretending to wrestle them into the perfect shape.“There we go,” Sienna declared, placing her hands on her hips. “The comfiest pillow fortress in all the land.”Lily grinned, snuggling under her blankets. “It’s perfect.”Sienna sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair from Lily’s forehead. “Did you have fun today, sweetheart?”Lily nodded eagerly. “Yes! The puzzle was hard, but we finished it!”“That’s because you’re a genius,” Sienna teased, booping Lily’s nose.Grayson felt something shift inside him—something foreign.A warmth he didn’t know what to do with.For so long, this hous
The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of the mansion, casting golden hues across the marble floors. It was a rare peaceful morning, the kind Grayson was usually too busy to notice.But today, something was different.Something had been different ever since last night.Ever since he had stood outside Lily’s room, watching Sienna bring warmth and safety into his daughter's life. Ever since she had looked at him with those fiery eyes and challenged him—again.Grayson wasn’t a man who allowed emotions to dictate his actions.Yet, as he stood in his study, flipping through a contract he had read twice but still couldn't focus on, he realized something deeply unsettling.He was thinking about her.The way she had gently soothed Lily.The way she had held his gaze, unafraid, calling him out on the things he never allowed himself to admit.The way her voice lingered in his mind, whispering truths he wasn’t ready to face.He needed distance.The Sound of Her LaughterGrayson
Sienna stood before the full-length mirror in her room, smoothing the fabric of her emerald-green dress. It was elegant yet simple, hugging her curves in a way that was neither too revealing nor too modest. She had debated whether or not to wear it, knowing that this wasn’t a real date, merely a dinner. But as she looked at her reflection, she realized something—she wanted to look good. Not just for herself, but for him.Grayson Pierce.The man who had made her job as a nanny both impossible and exhilarating. The man who had spent weeks pushing her away while simultaneously drawing her closer.And now, he had invited her to dinner.His reasoning? A test.Sienna didn’t know if she should laugh or be offended. He was testing himself, seeing if he could control whatever it was that had been building between them. It was almost amusing—Grayson, the all-powerful billionaire, struggling with his emotions like a man afraid of his own heart.A soft knock at the door pulled her from her though
The evening air was thick with anticipation as the soft hum of music filled the ballroom. The event was yet another high-society gala, another night filled with glittering chandeliers and people dressed in their finest, whispering about business deals and legacies.Sienna had spent most of the evening keeping to herself, sipping champagne and observing the kind of world Grayson Pierce belonged to. It was all polished smiles and calculated conversations—a world where emotions were locked behind steel doors.And yet, she felt his presence before she even saw him.Grayson.It was as if the air shifted whenever he was near. A heavy pull, an awareness she couldn’t ignore.She turned just as he approached, looking devastatingly handsome in his tailored black suit, his sharp gaze unreadable.“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his voice smooth, yet carrying an edge.She raised an eyebrow, swirling her champagne. “I didn’t realize we had an appointment.”He exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening
The night was a whirlwind of emotions, a storm neither of them could contain any longer.After the dance, Sienna had escaped to the terrace, needing air, needing space—needing to pull herself together. But the moment she stepped into the cool night, she knew she wasn’t alone.She felt him before she saw him.Grayson.His presence was unmistakable, heavy, commanding. He was leaning against the marble railing, his hands gripping it tightly as though he were trying to ground himself. The dim glow from the lanterns above cast shadows on his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw, the conflict burning in his eyes.Sienna swallowed hard, suddenly unsure if she should turn around and go back inside. But then, as if sensing her hesitation, Grayson spoke.“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” His voice was rougher than usual, laced with something unreadable.She let out a short, breathy laugh. “And yet, here I am.”He turned his head slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. There was som
The air in the mansion felt different. Charged. Suffocating.Sienna had barely slept since it happened—the kiss that shifted everything between them. It wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It wasn’t a mistake. It was raw, electric, and filled with an intensity that had left her breathless.Yet, after it happened, Grayson had pulled away as if burned. He had walked away without a word, leaving her standing there, lips tingling, heart hammering in her chest.Now, the silence between them was deafening.At breakfast, Sienna sat at the long dining table, pushing around her toast with her fork. Across from her, Lily was playing with her spoon, swinging her little legs beneath the chair. But her father? He wasn’t there.Grayson had left early. Again.For the past two days, he had avoided her like the plague. No accidental glances. No lingering touches. No heated stares that sent shivers down her spine. He had compl
The tension had been building for weeks, simmering beneath the surface, unspoken but undeniable. Sienna had done her best to ignore it, to pretend that she didn’t notice the way Grayson looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention.But tonight, she was done pretending.He had been cold all day, avoiding her as much as possible, barely speaking a word unless it was about Lily. It was infuriating, especially after everything that had happened between them. The near-kisses, the charged moments, the way his eyes darkened when she was too close.And worst of all—the kiss.The one that had shattered everything.The one he had walked away from, leaving her standing there like it had meant nothing.She stormed into his office, her fists clenched at her sides. He was seated behind his massive desk, reviewing some documents, his posture stiff and controlled.
Grayson had spent years perfecting the art of control.Discipline, precision, and emotional distance had built his empire. They had kept him sane after his wife’s death, ensuring that no one could ever get too close, that no one could touch the raw, broken pieces of him.But Sienna was chipping away at that foundation, and he didn’t know how to stop her.And worse—he wasn’t sure he wanted to anymore.The house was quiet that evening, save for the soft hum of classical music drifting from the speakers in the living room. Lily had gone to bed hours ago, and Sienna was curled up on the couch, flipping through a book she had found in the library.Grayson had been watching her for the past ten minutes.He told himself he had just happened to pass by. That he wasn’t here because of her.But he knew better.She was wearing one of those oversized sweaters that always seemed to swallow her frame, her legs tucked under her. A strand of hair had fallen over her cheek, and she absentmindedly tuck
The night had been long, but the thoughts in Grayson’s mind were longer.After putting Lily back to bed, he had returned to his office, but sleep eluded him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Sienna—her fiery defiance, the softness in her touch, the way Lily had melted into her arms like she belonged there.It was dangerous.Sienna wasn’t supposed to belong here.And yet, she did.Now, as the morning sun streamed through the large windows of his office, Grayson sat at his desk, staring at his laptop screen without seeing the words in front of him.He wasn’t sure how much longer he could fight this.A soft knock at the door made him look up.Sienna.Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, a few strands falling around her face. She was wearing a simple fitted sweater and jeans, yet she looked more stunning than any woman he had ever seen at his corporate events or high-end parties.Grayson’s fingers twitched, but he kept his expression neutral. “Something you need?”Sienna arched
Grayson sat in his office, his fingers steepled together as he stared at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of him. His mind was a storm—one he had been trying to contain for days.It wasn’t working.Sienna’s words still echoed in his head, haunting him like a melody he couldn’t shake."Only if you keep pretending it doesn’t exist."He clenched his jaw, gripping the glass and taking a slow sip, as if the burn of alcohol could drown out the fire she had ignited in him. It didn’t.She had gotten under his skin in a way no one ever had.And that was the problem.Grayson Pierce didn’t lose control. He didn’t allow himself to want things he couldn’t have.Yet, here he was, craving her like an addiction.The way her eyes flashed with defiance when she challenged him. The softness in her voice when she spoke to Lily. The way she looked at him, like she saw through all his walls and wasn’t afraid.He exhaled sharply, setting his glass down with more force than necessary.This needed to
Grayson wasn’t avoiding her.At least, that’s what he told himself.The truth, however, was harder to swallow.Ever since their conversation in the garden, he had been on edge. Sienna’s words lingered in his mind, looping over and over, refusing to be ignored."I’m not going to keep pretending. You care about Lily, but you also care about me."He hated how easily she saw through him.How effortlessly she peeled back the layers he had spent years fortifying.So, like any man who was too much of a coward to face his feelings, he buried himself in work, using meetings and contracts as an excuse to avoid unnecessary interactions with her.Unnecessary, as in anything that didn’t involve Lily.It should have been easy.It wasn’t.—Sienna noticed the shift immediately.For the past two days, Grayson had been more distant than usual—not in his usual brooding way, but deliberately.He left early, returned late, and when he was home, he kept their conversations minimal, his words clipped and p
Sienna wasn’t sure how much sleep she got, but it wasn’t enough.Her mind had been a whirlwind ever since last night’s conversation in the kitchen. She kept replaying Grayson’s words—his confession, his raw vulnerability, and the way he had shut down as soon as he realized how much he had let slip.The man was impossible.One minute, he was letting her in, and the next, he was slamming the door in her face.By the time she made her way downstairs the next morning, she expected things to be back to normal—meaning Grayson would pretend last night never happened.She wasn’t wrong.She found him in the dining room, reading the morning paper while sipping his coffee. His expression was unreadable, his posture stiff, as if the man from last night had been a figment of her imagination.Lily sat at the table too, idly stirring her cereal, humming soft
Sienna should have known that last night’s laughter wouldn’t last.The next morning, Grayson was back to being the cold, composed man she had met on day one. He was distant, buried in his work, and barely acknowledged her presence.If she hadn’t witnessed him sitting on the floor, covered in paint, with his daughter giggling in his lap, she might have believed it was all a dream.But it wasn’t.She had seen him soften. She had felt the shift.And now he was pretending it never happened.Well, two could play that game.She wouldn’t push. If he wanted to retreat behind his walls, fine. But she wouldn’t pretend she hadn’t seen the man behind them either.—The tension simmered throughout the day.Sienna spent most of her morning with Lily, reading to her in the sunroom while Grayson took work calls in his of
Sienna had had enough.Enough of the push and pull. Enough of the way Grayson looked at her like she was the only woman in the world, only to turn cold the next moment. Enough of pretending she wasn’t affected when she very much was.After the kitchen encounter, she made a promise to herself: she would not let Grayson Pierce get under her skin.But it was easier said than done.The following morning, she was in the playroom with Lily, setting up an art station when she felt his presence before she even saw him. A rush of awareness prickled along her skin, and she straightened her shoulders, refusing to acknowledge him first.Lily, however, had no such reservations.“Daddy!” she called out, waving a tiny paintbrush in excitement.Grayson stepped into the room, his gaze sweeping over the scene. His eyes softened—just barely—when they landed on Lily, but whe
The silence between them stretched for days.Grayson kept himself locked away in his office, throwing himself into work as if it could erase the memory of her lips, the warmth of her body pressed against his. His schedule became even more rigid—meetings back-to-back, conference calls late into the night, and strict avoidance of any moment where he might be alone with Sienna.It was childish.He knew that.Yet every time he looked at her, he could still feel the ghost of her touch, the taste of her lips lingering like an unshakable addiction.Sienna, on the other hand, refused to let his cold behavior affect her—at least, that’s what she told herself. She wasn’t the type to sit around pining over a man, especially one as emotionally unavailable as Grayson Pierce. If he wanted to pretend their kiss never happened, fine. She wasn’t about to beg for his attention.But t