Sienna’s POV

My phone buzzed as I slid into the back of the taxi, my heels clacking against the floor.

“Hey, bitch,” Kate’s voice exploded through my AirPods. “What are you up to?”

I glanced at my wrist — the Rolex. Sleek, gold, stupidly expensive. A gift from Mr. Steele. Just one of many.

“Running late for work, as usual,” I muttered, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

“Girl, Mr. Nicci’s not gonna fire you. He’s too busy stuffing you with—”

“Kate!” I hissed, laughing. “Shut up.”

Kate knew everything. Every sinful detail about me and Dominic Steele — the powerful, cold, dangerously sexy CEO who couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me.

“Oh, guess what?” I grinned.

“Spill.”

“He just got me a new apartment.”

A shriek pierced my eardrum. “No f***ing way! Your coochie’s got superpowers!”

I giggled. “Apparently.”

Kate came from old money. We met back in college through Clara — back when Clara wasn’t a complete traitor. Things change. People change.

At the Office

His office could pass for a luxury suite — floor-to-ceiling glass windows, matte-black furnishings, and him…

Dominic Steele.

Dressed in jet-black like sin in a suit. Commanding. Cold. Devastatingly handsome.

He sat behind his desk, eyes on his laptop, posture regal, like the city below belonged to him.

“Morning, Mr. Steele.” I placed the file on his desk, keeping my voice neutral.

“Morning, Ms. Ward,” he replied without looking up.

“Here’s the file you requested.”

Then his gaze lifted — and my breath caught. Those eyes pinned me in place like he owned me.

“Book a weekend trip to Paris,” he said simply. “Just the two of us.”

I blinked. “Sir?”

“You busy this weekend?”

“No… I’m not.”

“Good. You’re mine this weekend.”

Before I could respond, a knock interrupted.

“Come in.”

I turned just as his assistant walked in.

“Sir, Ms. Clara is here to see you.”

My stomach tightened.

Of course, she was.

Outside the Office

And there she was — Clara. In red.

A perfect plastic Barbie with designer curves and dead eyes.

She swept past me without a glance, but her whisper was loud enough:

“Bitch.”

I smiled sweetly. “Snitch,” I murmured back.

Dominic’s POV

She walked in like she still had a place in my life.

She didn’t.

“What do you want, Clara?”

She closed the distance, dragging her manicured nails across my chest.

“Dinner. The family kind. You and me this weekend.”

“I have plans,” I said, moving to the window. Paris with Sienna — that was my plan.

Her body. Her moans. The way her eyes looked when I took her apart — I wanted more.

“Plans with who?” she asked tightly.

“My secretary.”

Her face twisted. Good.

“If that’s all, you can leave.”

She did, hips swaying like she was still on a runway. Forgettable.

Sienna’s POV

Kelvin strolled into my office, no knock, just his usual cocky charm.

“You look fire today.”

He was cute, sure. But I liked my men dangerous, cold, and ruthless. I liked Dominic Steele.

“Thanks, Kel.”

“Weekend plans?” he asked, dropping into the chair opposite me.

“Business trip with Mr. Steele. Paris.”

His smile faded.

“Oh. Didn’t know we had one scheduled.”

“It’s… private,” I smirked.

He left eventually, and I stared at my screen, grinning.

This weekend, I wouldn’t be a secretary. I’d be his toy. His pleasure.

That Evening

The elevator doors slid open to reveal the penthouse.

Marble floors. Gold accents. A view of the entire damn city.

A million-dollar space — for me. Just because I let him own my body.

“Thank you,” I whispered into the phone.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he said. His voice alone sent shivers through me.

“Will I see you tonight?”

“I’m already on my way.”

I ran my fingers over the velvet couch. This was it — the life I dreamed of.

Then the door clicked open.

And there he was.

The Night

He came in like a storm — all muscle and hunger.

I met him halfway, melting into his kiss. His lips were hungry, his hands greedy, sliding under my dress. Clothes hit the floor. He lifted me, carrying me to the king-sized bed.

“Mm…” I moaned as his mouth trailed down my neck, his hands claiming me. My legs parted, and he filled me in one deep thrust.

“F***, Sienna,” he groaned, slamming into me harder, faster.

“Yes… yes,” I gasped.

Then my phone buzzed. Kelvin’s name lit up the screen.

Dominic stilled inside me, eyes narrowing.

“Why is he calling you?” His voice was low, dangerous.

“It’s nothing, he ju—ahh… f***…”

“Mine,” he growled.

He slammed back into me, each word punctuated with a thrust.

“I. Said. You. Are. Mine.”

He came inside me, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe.

When it was over, we lay tangled in the sheets.

“Whatever you have with him — cut it. Know your place.”

He didn’t sound cruel. Just like a man who didn’t share.

I traced a line across his chest, my heart aching.

“Nic…”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Because if I said what I wanted — that I wanted to mean more to him — it could ruin us.

This was a forbidden game. A secret that could destroy everything if it ever got out.