All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~Sienna~I stepped out of the car, clutching the bouquet of crimson roses and white lilies Lucas had given me. The soft fragrance of the flowers wrapped around me, their delicate scent mixing with the crisp evening air. The roses were velvety to the touch, their deep red petals glowing softly under the porch light. My forehead still burned from the way Lucas kissed me goodbye—his lips lingering longer than they should, as if reluctant to part. My heart was thudding so loudly I could barely hear myself think, the rhythm pulsing in my ears like a drumbeat. "He’s amazing," I thought, pressing the bouquet to my nose. The soft petals brushed against my skin, and a small smile tugged at my lips. Everything about tonight had felt perfect—too perfect. Lucas had a way of making me feel like the center of his universe, like nothing else mattered when we were together. It was intoxicating, the kind of happiness that felt almost unreal, as though it could slip away if I wasn’t careful. As I

~Sienna~Daddy?The word echoed in my mind, over and over, like a cruel taunt. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces, each one stabbing painfully into my chest as I tried to process what I was seeing, what I was hearing.Lucas—my Lucas—stood there, frozen, the weight of the moment etched into his face. He looked as though the ground had been pulled out from beneath him, but I didn’t care.How could he possibly look like the victim in this? I’m the one whose world is falling apart.His expression hardened, his jaw clenching as he ran a hand through his hair, clearly grappling with what to say, how to explain. But no explanation came. He just stood there, staring at me with a mix of regret and helplessness, as if he knew that nothing he could say would make this better.The silence was unbearable, every second stretching into an eternity as I stood frozen in place, my mind a chaotic mess of disbelief and anguish.I managed to pull myself together enough to speak, though my voice bar

~Grant~I leaned back in my leather office chair, the soft amber glow of the city skyline stretching endlessly before me. The glass windows reflected the fading sunlight, but the tranquility outside was a far cry from the storm I’d unleashed in Lucas’s life.Two days—two entire days since Lucas had shown up at Weston.The cracks in his perfectly crafted world were widening by the second, and I could almost hear the foundation crumbling.I smirked, savoring the moment.I passed Sienna earlier today in the design department, and the image of her face lingered in my mind like the sweetest victory.She looked wrecked—utterly destroyed.Her eyes, usually sharp and defiant, were dull and rimmed with red, as though she hadn’t slept in days. Her shoulders slumped as she walked, her hands clutching a folder to her chest like it was her only anchor.The sight of her like that sent a rush of satisfaction through me.Good, I thought, tapping my fingers against the edge of my desk, the light sound

~Sienna~The rain came down in torrents, the steady drumming on the car roof muffling the silence between us. My clothes clung to my skin, cold and heavy, and the faint scent of Grant’s cologne lingered in the jacket draped over my shoulders.It made me feel trapped, like I was suffocating under the weight of everything—Lucas, Lydia, and now… Grant. Lucas. I closed my eyes briefly, the memory of that night flashing vividly in my mind. The little girl tugging at his pants, calling him “Daddy.” The helpless look in his eyes. The woman standing there, too smug, too comfortable in the home I thought was mine to share with him. It had been days since then, and yet the pain hadn’t lessened. If anything, it had burrowed deeper, each unanswered question festering like a wound. Why didn’t you tell me?Why does it feel like I never really knew you at all?I pulled the jacket tighter, despite myself, the chill in my bones refusing to fade. My fingers trembled as I rested them on my lap, and

~Sienna~The elevator doors slid open, and my breath caught in my throat. Standing in front of me, looking just as smug and menacing as the last time I saw her, was Lydia.Her fiery red heels tapped against the floor impatiently, and her sharp gaze zeroed in on me like a predator cornering its prey.But it wasn’t just her.Behind her stood her daughter— Lucas's daughter, clutching a stuffed bunny to her chest. The little girl’s wide, curious eyes darted between me and her mother. My stomach twisted painfully at the sight of her, a wave of unease washing over me.What is she doing here? And why would she bring her child?The questions raced through my mind, but I didn’t have time to process them. Lydia’s lips curled into a sly smile, her expression smug as she took a step forward, effectively blocking the elevator doors from closing.“Sienna,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “We need to talk.”I stiffened, every muscle in my body tensing. “I don’t think we have anyt