All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Lucas~ My father was already seated in the courtyard when we arrived, comfortably lounging on a sleek teakwood chair with his legs crossed and an expensive glass of Imperial Murex Reserve wine on the table before him. The bottle itself was perched nearby, its polished glass catching the light—a reminder of his penchant for flaunting wealth in every little detail. He looked perfectly at home, one arm resting lazily along the back of his chair as he gazed out over the view of manicured gardens and trimmed hedges beyond the villa. His usual entourage flanked him: two guards with stone-faced expressions and, standing just beside his chair, was Clarke Duncan, his PA. I hadn’t seen her since my return to Bellmore. I’d thought she resigned, but it turns out that was just wishful thinking. I couldn’t help but scoff under my breath, but I forced myself to keep my expression neutral as I climbed out of the car. Sienna, on the other hand, looked more uneasy. I kept my irritation at her in

~Sienna~ The tension wrapped around us like a live wire. Lucas’s arm was wrapped protectively around my waist, and I could feel his grip tighten as he squared off against Lincoln Bell. The air between them was thick, sharp, and electric. This wasn’t just corporate rivalry—it was deeply personal. “Good to see you here, Mr. Lincoln Bell,” Lucas’s voice cut through the noise, his tone sharp enough to slice glass. “Though it would be better if you weren’t so focused on my date.” Lincoln’s eyes flicked to where Lucas’s hand gripped my waist, a slow smirk spreading across his face as if amused by Lucas’s attempt at dominance. “Well, Mr. Jones, with a stunning woman like this, I can hardly be blamed, can I?” His tone was smooth, laced with challenge, and I felt my pulse quicken as he looked me over, as if sizing me up. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, feeling like a pawn between two powerful men. I’d known about their rivalry, but after the debacle last week, it had become an all-out

~Sienna~ By the time I made it to Weston Corp, my nerves were already frazzled from Lucas’s antics. My feet ached from rushing down the uneven pavement in heels clearly not meant for power-walking, and my blouse clung uncomfortably to my back. The day could only improve from here—or so I thought. As I pushed open the glass doors to the main office, I was greeted by the familiar hum of employees rushing around with files, answering phones, and typing furiously. The sleek black-and-white interior gleamed under the soft overhead lights, a hallmark of Weston’s aesthetic. But there was an unfamiliar tension in the air, a feeling that everyone was on edge. When I reached the design department, it became clear why. A tall woman stood at the front of the room, clipboard in hand, her eyes scanning the room like a hawk circling its prey. Her jet-black hair was slicked back into a severe bun, and she wore a dark green power suit that somehow looked even more imposing than Lucas’s usual en

~Lucas~ The night was dragging, and I didn’t mind dragging Sienna along with it. She needed a reminder that her antics over the weekend weren’t going to go unnoticed—or unpunished. Sending her out at 10 PM for something as simple as a suit? Perfect. Watching her scowl, yell, and stomp her feet like an angry toddler was entertaining enough to justify the effort. The hurt Sienna had inflicted on me over the weekend gnawed at me. I couldn’t forget that twisted smile on Lincoln Bell’s smug, arrogant face and the way she was grinning foolishly with him. And the fact that I had let my guard down for Sienna hurt even more. I thought she was going to be different. After five years of being single, I was finally recovering from the wounds my ex left behind, but she had managed to reopen them with her stupidity. I scoffed loudly, slamming the report on my desk with more force than necessary. The thought of everything grated my nerves. Derrick, on the other hand, was less amused. He sat acr

~Sienna~ My breath hitched as my gaze locked on the man before me. My mind scrambled to make sense of it all, but there he stood, a vision of poise and power, his tailored black suit fitting him like a second skin. The neon lights from the club’s hallway spilled in behind him, giving him an almost otherworldly aura. He was both ethereal and menacing, an aura of danger clinging to him like smoke. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, as the weight of recognition crushed me. “Lincoln?” The name slipped from my lips, barely a whisper, but it felt like it shattered the suffocating silence in the room. His eyes met mine, calm yet calculating, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—concern? Amusement?—before his expression hardened into one of absolute control. “Sienna,” he said smoothly, as though savoring the sound of my name. “What a surprise.” A surprise? I wanted to scream. Nothing about this felt like a coincidence. “You’re the Don?” My voice was hoarse, the disbel