All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~Sienna~I straightened, trying to mask my nerves with a small, feigned look of embarrassment. “Oh. Hey, Étienne. Fancy seeing you here.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, pretending to be casual, though my mind raced, searching for the next move.Étienne’s surprise melted into a grin, his perfect teeth flashing. “It’s a small world indeed. First Bellmore, now here?”He bent to retrieve his phone, inspecting the cracked screen with a wince before slipping it into his pocket. “I didn’t realize you frequented places like this.”“I don’t,” I replied quickly, glancing around for added effect. “But I could say the same about you.”He chuckled, the sound deep and warm, somehow putting me slightly at ease.“Touché." He smiled softly.Derrick’s voice crackled softly in my ear, calm but insistent. “Keep it light for now, Miss Wilde. Build rapport.”I gave the faintest nod, brushing my dress as I leaned against a nearby pillar like I wasn’t completely unraveling inside. "I didn’t expect

~Lucas~“Weston,” I said simply, letting the weight of the word settle between us. “Let us handle this project. Not only will we deliver exceptional results, but we’ll also prove why partnering with Weston is the best move for the Laurent Empire.”His gaze lingered on me for a moment before he leaned back in his chair, a slow grin spreading across his face.“You’re good, Jones. I see why Sienna speaks so highly of you.”I suppressed a smile while willing myself not to steal a glance at Sienna.The tension in my chest eased as Étienne continued, leaning back in his chair as studied me. “I’ll talk to my mother about it and get back to you in a few days. Though, convincing her will be very hard considering she’s invested so much into meeting with Rohan. She’s not someone who gives up easily. But I think… this might be worth considering.”I nodded, a confident smile curling my lips.“It is worth considering, and trust me, Mrs. Laurent will appreciate it at the end of the day. Weston del

~Lucas~The afternoon sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, bright and unrelenting, as I stirred on the couch. The warmth of the room wrapped around me, but I groaned in irritation, stretching lazily.My body ached from the awkward position, and my neck cracked as I rolled it.Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I turned toward the bed. There she was—Sienna—sitting cross-legged on the plush mattress, her hair slightly tousled from sleep, her phone in hand. She was scrolling absently, her face lit by the glow of the screen.Her eyes flicked up, locking with mine. A small smile tugged at her lips, soft and teasing.“Afternoon, sleepyhead.”I grunted, shoving myself upright. “What time is it?”“Almost three,” she replied, setting her phone aside and leaning back against the headboard.“Great,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.“Half the day’s gone.”“It’s hellishly boring here,” she said, her tone laced with playful exasperation. Her eyes sparkled, a hint of mischief flickerin

~Sienna~His lips devoured mine, hungry and relentless, and I couldn’t stop myself from tangling my fingers into his thick hair, pulling him closer. My heart thundered against my ribs, and I knew he could feel it, pressed so tightly against him.Lucas’s hands roamed my body, his touch firm but electric, leaving a trail of fire wherever he explored.When his hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt, a gasp escaped me. My hips bucked involuntarily against him as he ground into me, his hardness pressing firmly into my core.I arched into him, desperate to feel more. His hands slid beneath my shirt, grazing the bare skin of my back.I shivered, the sensation electric.His mouth found mine again, his kiss searing and demanding. I responded without hesitation, my nails digging into his broad shoulders as the heat between us intensified.Every touch, every kiss, every movement built on the tension coiling tighter and tighter betwee

~Lucas~The return to Bellmore was bittersweet. The sight of the familiar skyline was supposed to feel like a victory, but all I felt was tension simmering under the surface. Derrick had already dropped Sienna and her sister at their place, leaving me alone with Étienne Laurent in the backseat.Étienne was all smiles, sipping from his travel mug and gazing out the window like this was just another successful day. And it was—for him. He’d secured the deal with Weston, and I’d proven my worth. But I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that Grant and his scheming mother wouldn’t let this victory go unchallenged.Two sleek black SUVs followed us, their tinted windows hiding Étienne’s security detail. As soon as Derrick pulled up before Weston’s looming structure, the guards emerged, their sharp gazes scanning the area.Derrick opened the door, and Étienne adjusted his suit jacket before stepping out. His pace was calm and composed, his demeanor exuding quiet confidence. The guards flanked