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A Heated Argument
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2025-03-09 16:58:52The ride home was thick with tension.
Damien’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. His jaw was tight, his posture stiff. Sienna sat beside him, arms crossed, still replaying her conversation with Logan Pierce. She didn’t like the man. Something about him felt off—the way he had studied her, picked her apart with nothing but a smirk and a few calculated words. And now? Damien was pissed. The air in the car was suffocatingly silent. Sienna sighed, breaking it. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Damien didn’t take his eyes off the road. “You shouldn’t have talked to him.” Sienna frowned. “He approached me.” “And you should have walked away.” Her irritation spiked. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission to have a conversation.” Damien’s fingers tightened on the wheel. “Logan isn’t someone you should trust.” Sienna turned to him, challenging. “Why? Because your family doesn’t like him?” Damien’s cold smirk returned. “Because he ruins people for sport.” Her stomach twisted. There was something deeper to Damien’s hatred of Logan Pierce. Something personal. But before she could push further, Damien pulled the car into the underground garage of the penthouse. The second they stepped into the elevator, the tension between them snapped. “You need to start listening to me,” Damien said, voice low and firm. Sienna scoffed. “Listening to you? Damien, I’m not some helpless trophy wife. I can handle myself.” His dark eyes locked onto hers. “Not against men like him.” Sienna refused to back down. “I’ve spent my whole life dealing with men who think they can intimidate me. I don’t need a billionaire husband telling me who I can and can’t talk to.” His jaw ticked. “This isn’t about control.” “Then what is it?” she demanded. For a moment, something flickered in his gaze. Something raw. Something dangerous. Then— “It’s about keeping you alive,” Damien said. Sienna’s breath caught. Because he wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t smirking. He was dead serious. And that was more terrifying than anything Logan Pierce had said. — The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, but Sienna didn’t move. She just stared at him, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Damien…” she started, but he stepped out of the elevator without looking back. Sienna exhaled sharply and followed, slamming the door shut behind her as they entered the penthouse. “I need you to explain,” she said, her voice firm. “Because you’re acting like Logan Pierce is some kind of monster.” Damien loosened his tie and poured himself a drink. He didn’t answer. Sienna folded her arms. “Ignoring me won’t make me drop this.” He sighed and downed the whiskey in one gulp before finally turning to face her. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with,” he said. “Then tell me.” Damien’s jaw clenched. “Logan Pierce destroys people, Sienna. Not just in business. In life. He finds their weaknesses, exploits them, and then leaves them with nothing.” She swallowed hard. “And what does that have to do with me?” His eyes darkened. “He’s interested in you.” A shiver ran down her spine. “So what? He wants to mess with my head?” Damien set his glass down with a loud clink. “He doesn’t just mess with people’s heads, Sienna. He ruins them.” She took a slow step closer. “And you think he’s going to do that to me?” Damien’s expression turned cold. “I know he is.” Sienna’s frustration boiled over. “Damien, I’m not some naive girl! I can handle—” “You can’t handle Logan,” Damien cut her off. “He’s playing a game you don’t even know exists.” She clenched her fists. “Then why don’t you tell me the damn rules?” His silence stretched. And then— “It’s better if you don’t know,” he said, voice low. Sienna let out a humorless laugh. “Wow. That’s reassuring.” Damien pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m trying to keep you safe.” She narrowed her eyes. “Or you’re trying to control me.” His eyes flashed with irritation. “You think I’d waste my time controlling you? You barely listen to me as it is.” Sienna scowled. “Maybe if you explained things instead of brooding in silence, I’d actually know what the hell is going on!” His fingers flexed at his sides, and for a second, she thought he was going to snap back. But then— Damien took a slow, steady breath and exhaled. And when he looked at her again, his expression was unreadable. “You don’t trust me,” he said. Sienna’s stomach twisted. She had spent so much time convincing herself that this marriage was just a business deal, that Damien was just a temporary part of her life. That she could walk away unscathed. But the truth was— She did trust him. And that was what scared her the most. — She turned away, heading toward the bedroom. Damien’s voice stopped her. “If he approaches you again,” he said, low and warning, “walk away.” Sienna hesitated. Then—without looking back— She walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.Related chapters
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