My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 260

Sienna

He'd shifted us—again. I'd lost count. And finally, after what felt like half the night passing in a blink, Alexander came. That memory... I couldn't shake it, even as I stood by the window, letting the fresh air brush against me. Nothing could erase how his face contorted, how he let out that soft, ragged breath, how he heaved, pupils dilated, growling, "Fuck, Sienna."

And with him coming apart, I'd come apart too.

It was... unnerving. He felt too good to be real. Things that beautiful didn't last. I wasn't lucky like Mom and Dad, who had found love, fought for it, and stayed. My biggest fear had always been... never experiencing something that magical. That probably explained why I'd settled for Ryatt-desperate, thinking I'd never find anything better.

And now, this—Alex—was magical. But it was terrifying. Fleeting.

There was no way I could ever fall in love with him. Impossible. And yet, every moment with him felt so intense, so pure.

I glanced at the moon through the window-it was beautiful. I could feel Alex's gaze on me the entire time. Thankfully, I'd thrown on his t-shirt, or I'd probably be back on the bed with him already.

A moment later, I felt him rise behind me. His hands rested on the window frame, and he nuzzled into my hair, inhaling deeply. "You know..." he murmured, "You still have pretty hair, unlike most women. Glad you didn't put some ridiculous color on it."

"Why would I put some ridiculous color on it?" I whispered, chuckling softly. I didn't need to look back to feel his smile.

"Because you've had terrible friend circles your whole life, Sienna," he teased. "It would've been hard not to get influenced by those bitches and losers around you."

Usually, I would've been mad—but today, I found myself laughing alongside him. "What an ass," I said, shaking my head. I rested my body against him. His hands wrapped around me, lips brushing my forehead.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, Sienna," he whispered, sincerity lacing every word. It weakened the tough part of me I usually carried. "It's hard to believe you're real."

A few moments passed, but the storm inside me couldn't be contained. I finally spoke. "Can I ask you something, Alex?"

traced his nose along my cheek, humming softly

making every breath heavier until I forced it out anyway. "How

words. A pit of dread

expected. Maybe a number-more than a month, at least. But deep down, I

of women threw themselves at him anyway. Straightforward honesty was all I

to meet his gaze. His eyes pierced through me, through every thought, every doubt. He stared for a long

or thrown, Sienna," he whispered, softer

Oh, Alex...

fuck are you making this so impossible? Why are you

el.r

intoxicating. "Like magic," he whispered, tilting my chin gently as his lips grazed my jaw, lingering just long enough to make my pulse stutter. "Like fire," he murmured again, another soft kiss tracing the curve of my jaw, slow,

felt like both a caress and a claim, marking me in a way that went beyond skin-deep. "Like the first ray of morning," he breathed, letting his lips drift

and gentle, yet commanding. "Like the first leaf on a tree after winter," he whispered, his voice low and reverent. His gaze locked onto

steady thrum of his heartbeat against my own. "Like sunlight spilling through a window you ever noticed, warming everything

close I could feel his pulse, his desire. A soft smile curved his lips, tugging me toward him, "Like life itself," he whispered, and this time

but no less passionate than the wild, consuming kisses we'd shared earlier. He

stolen.

me breathless, his tone shifted. The soft-spoken Alexander I'd just seen vanished, replaced by the commanding,

tell you something, and you need to listen very

is it?" I whispered, still

on a business

of yours-first, I'll rip him apart and feed him to the dogs, wiping away every trace of his existence. And And next...HIS "His wicked grim sent shivers down my