All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~Sienna~ I had slept in Lincoln’s multimillion-dollar mansion, and I must say, wealth and luxury is an understatement. The marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and the sprawling bed I was given was so plush it felt like I was sleeping on a cloud. The maids were warm and attentive, treating me like royalty—offering fresh fruit, warm towels, and anything I could ask for without hesitation. But none of it mattered. The burden on my mind wouldn’t let me enjoy even a sliver of the comfort surrounding me. The lavish beauty of the mansion was drowned out by the weight in my chest. How could I relax when Lincoln’s chilling words kept replaying in my head? “Be mine… or be an outsider. Your choice.” I hadn’t seen Lincoln since he dropped that ultimatum last night. I guessed—and hoped—he was out in some secret mafia dealings or whatever shadowy activities a man like him was tangled in. By the time the morning rolled around, the glamour of the mansion was beginning to feel suffo

~Sienna~ The night air was crisp as we pulled up to the penthouse where Lucas’s dad had requested a “family dinner.” Derrick had begged me profusely to join Lucas, his reasoning as persuasive as his puppy-dog eyes were relentless. I’d refused at first—I wanted nothing more to do with Lucas—but eventually, Derrick wore me down. The penthouse towered above us, the glass exterior shimmering under the city lights. Inside, the dining area was as lavish as always, with a long table draped in white linen, sparkling crystal glasses, and an array of delicacies that no one seemed interested in touching. Richard Jones sat at the head of the table, exuding an air of authority even in his more casual attire. His silver hair was neatly combed, and his sharp eyes scanned the room like a general surveying his troops. Beside him sat Clarke, his ever-efficient assistant, her icy demeanor unchanged, as though she were immune to the tension in the air. Bodyguards lingered near the walls, their eyes s

~Grant’s POV~ "Big brother? Aren't you eager to meet me?" I growled, my voice cutting through the air with a deliberate sharpness. Lucas Jones—the golden son—was trying to leave the meeting without acknowledging me. Not yet. He had to know me, had to understand that I wasn’t here to play games or warm a chair. From childhood, he had basked in everything I had been denied: the love, the care, the pride of a father. My mother always told me my dad was dead, weaving the lie so tightly into our lives that I never questioned it. She raised me on scraps of love and threads of survival, all the while shielding me from the truth—until a few weeks ago. That night, she sat me down, her face drawn and serious in a way that sent a chill down my spine. Her words came slowly, dripping with shame and resolve. She’d had an affair with her boss, my father. When she got pregnant, she refused to destroy his family—or me—and hid the truth, choosing a life of silence and sacrifice. But now, her boss—

~Lucas~ The moment we stepped into the house, the weight of the day settled heavily on my shoulders. The grandiose interiors of my villa, with its towering ceilings and pristine decor, felt colder than usual, even with the warm lighting casting golden hues across the marble floors. Derrick muttered something about checking on the night guards before disappearing down the hallway, leaving Sienna and me in silence. She didn’t say a word as she headed for her room, her heels clicking faintly against the polished floor. I stood there for a moment, watching her retreating figure. The tension radiating from her was almost tangible, gnawing at me with every step she took away. I just want my sweet, innocent Sienna back—the one who used to laugh without restraint, who wasn’t haunted by whatever shadow she now carried. I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I trudged to my own room. The spacious suite felt less like a sanctuary and more like a prison tonight. Dropping onto the edge

~Sienna~ Waking up, I stretched lazily, letting the warmth of the plush mattress envelop me. A soft sigh escaped my lips as the memories of last night slowly began to filter through my sleepy haze. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of the sheets as I shifted, but the faint, lingering scent of him—his musky cologne, mixed with cedarwood and something uniquely Lucas—wrapped around me like a blanket. I turned my head, my heart sinking slightly as my eyes landed on the empty side of the bed. He was gone. The faintest blush crept over my cheeks as I buried my face into the pillow, inhaling the traces of him that remained. Lucas Jones confessed. The thought was like a spark, lighting me up from the inside out. I replayed his words in my mind, the way his voice had softened, the intensity in his dark eyes when he said he loved me. Lucas had always been infuriatingly aloof, but last night, he let his walls come down. My fingers absently brushed over my skin, tingling at the