All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Lucas~As Derrick pulled up at the entrance to Weston, I jumped out of the car, my gaze immediately scanning the building. The tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that today would be one of those days that tested my patience.Behind me, the low growl of my Porsche’s engine ceased as Grant stepped out, looking as smug as ever. Seeing him in my car was already annoying enough, but I had bigger concerns.The board members had called an impromptu meeting. It was highly unusual for them to summon something like this without prior notice, but considering the circumstances, it wasn’t surprising. The moment my father announced his intention to make Grant vice president, I knew this would cause ripples in Weston’s leadership. The board of directors—seven powerful, opinionated individuals—weren’t going to take this lightly.And they shouldn’t. Weston is a powerhouse because of the order and balance those directors have maintained over the years. They’re strict, b

~Sienna~ The rough fabric of the blindfold scratched my skin as I was yanked out of the car, the force making my already aching wrists sting where the zip ties bit into them. My shoes scraped against gravel as the goon holding me shoved me forward without care. My legs struggled to keep pace, stumbling as I tried to ground myself. “Move,” scar-face growled, his tone as cold and unyielding as the night air. The deeper we went, the colder it got. The earthy scent of damp soil mingled with the acrid tang of oil, rust, and something faintly metallic—blood, perhaps. My breathing quickened, shallow and uneven, as my mind raced. I couldn’t see, but I could feel. The suffocating weight of enclosed space and the eerie silence enveloping us only heightened my panic. The blindfold was yanked off without warning. The dim glow of a flickering overhead bulb stung my eyes as I blinked against the sudden light. I squinted, trying to m

~Lucas’s POV~The moment Grant stepped into the room, holding the hand of a little girl with striking green eyes and dark curls, everything froze. My hands strained against the rope binding me to the spot, but the restraints dug into my skin, keeping me firmly in place. Derrick, tied and silent next to me, was equally helpless.What the hell is Grant doing here?Even Lincoln, whose confidence had been unshakable just moments ago, stiffened. His cocky smirk faltered as his sharp gaze darted to the girl beside Grant.Sienna, bound and pale, let out a soft gasp. “Grant?” Her voice cracked with disbelief, a tremor of hope slipping into her tone.Grant’s expression was cold, calculating—a far cry from his usual self-assured arrogance. He stepped further into the room, the little girl clutching his hand tightly. Her wide, terrified eyes darted around the room, taking in the chaos and danger surrounding her.“If your mother isn’t important,” Grant said evenly, his voice slicing through the

~Sienna~Returning home after the traumatic ordeal was like stepping into a vacuum—quiet and still, but suffocating in its own way. Derrick had driven me back while Lucas and Grant returned to Weston.I’d barely managed to answer calls from concerned colleagues, brushing off their questions with vague explanations about being kidnapped without giving any real details. Even Vivian had simply told me to take a week off to recover from the shock.I dragged myself out of the bathroom, the weight of the day pressing heavily on my chest. After a long, hot bubble bath that left my skin flushed and pruny, I padded across the room with a pink, fluffy towel wrapped around me. Droplets of water scattered as I ran a hand through my damp, wavy hair.Slipping into a skimpy, tiny-strap red nightgown that barely covered anything, I tried to shake off the lingering unease. The fabric clung to me, the cool silk brushing against my still-damp skin. It should have been comforting, but instead, it felt li

~Sienna~The silence in the room was suffocating. Grant’s cruel words hung in the air like a bomb that had just gone off, detonating everything around me.I couldn’t breathe. His smirk widened as he relished our reactions, like he was feeding on the chaos he’d created.Without another word, he turned and strode out of the living room, his footsteps echoing cruelly against the polished wooden stairs."She was my woman for four freaking years. I screwed her for four years, so she’s nothing special. You can feed on my leftovers."The words looped in my head, piercing my heart over and over again. My chest tightened as I clutched at it instinctively, trying to stop the ache. My legs trembled, threatening to give out beneath me, and I swayed slightly.My dad’s grip on my shoulder tightened. His hand was strong and steady, keeping me from crumpling under the weight of it all.“I’m here,” his grip said, even as his body stiffened with shock and anger.But Lucas…Lucas stood frozen, his broad