My Dad's Bestfriend

Sienna

"I hate this," I muttered as I walked into that massive, stupid building. And by "massive," I didn't just mean impressive-I meant palace-level overkill. I'd always mocked Dad for showing off in his office, but this? This was ridiculous. Computers and paperwork didn't require chandeliers and marble floors. What the hell is this place?

Grayson Industries or rather, Alexander Grayson, the man under whose command every employee moved, spoke, and breathed like a puppet-had clearly spared no expense. Media called him a billionaire. Media lied. He wasn't just rich; he owned opulence, wielding it like a weapon. One snap of his fingers, and he could buy loyalty or fear.

After giving my name as an "employee" from Adriano Corporation, I was led to his office. Jackpot: his secretary was at her desk. Perfect. I could drop off the file and vanish before even glimpsing the devil in his domain.

I approached her, plastering a cheerful smile on my face. "Hi! This file is for Mr. Grayson from Adriano Corporation. I'd really appreciate it if you could deliver it— it's important."

"Hey," she smiled, reaching for the file, "sure, I can—"

And then. That voice. That goddamn voice boomed from behind me.

"What a pleasant surprise!"

I closed my eyes, my hopes evaporating instantly. The secretary froze, her hand hovering over the file, and for a second I wondered what the hell she thought she was doing-but she wisely let go.

"Well, excuse me, Miss," she said, flashing me a polite smile, "I guess you can give the file to Sir himself now that he's here." And just like that, she vanished.

I gritted my teeth, staring at the file in my hand, mentally cursing my fate.

I turned slowly, knowing I had no choice. And there he was. Black suit, white shirt, polished black shoes reflecting my face, a Patek Philippe watch glinting on his wrist, hair flawless, perfume cutting through the air even from a distance-and that face... the same face I'd recently remembered between my thighs. My knees wobbled, but I wasn't about to let him see weakness. I squared my shoulders and forced a tight, controlled smile.

I hated him.

"Great that you're here, Mr. Grayson," I said, stepping forward, holding out the file. "Dad sent this "

He didn't let me finish. In one swift movement, he grabbed my arm and shoved me inside the office.

"Hey!" The file hit the floor, forgotten. His eyes didn't move from mine.

he had me pressed against the closed door. One hand slammed against the door beside

God. Give me strength.

low, dangerous, vibrating through me. His eyes burned with a

throat tight, trying to push him away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like

me against the door again, his body impossibly close, face inches from mine, eyes boring into

the vibration of his voice reverberating through me, his rough breath ghosting across my

don't," I spat back. His hand shot up to cradle my jaw. Surprising he looked furious,

stay calm, jaw tight, eyes stormy. "If you go back to that

every woman you want, satisfy your stupid animalistic urges, and if I go back

rage, threats, or some domineering bullshit.

Ego bruised, of course. "What the fuck are you

down, grabbed the file, and hurled it at

listening to? And from whom?"

you're lying right in front of me just to maintain this shiny new image. At least have the decency to admit it, you

dick in anywhere else from the

cheeks because of his choice of words. Jaw clenching. "Do you have no shame

don't—and I am happy to be shameless," He stepped closer, gripping my hips,

"Here! Remember this, incase

the phone, glanced at the article and the photos, and

laughed. The

you serious?" I

step away-but he caught me effortlessly and placed me on his

hands braced on either side of me, leaning closer. I leaned back, forcing space,

smirked, shaking the phone teasingly. I snatched it

me go, Alex-I need

"You think you can walk into my office and leave without my permission?" He tucked a stray strand

it away.