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.

pressed against the closed door. One hand slammed against the door beside my head, the other gripping

God. Give me strength.

me. His eyes burned with a mix of rage and something darker- possession, maybe. And

trying to push him away. "Now, if you'll excuse me,

the door again, his body impossibly close, face inches

his voice reverberating through me, his rough breath

absolutely fucking don't," I spat back. His hand shot up to cradle my jaw. Surprising he looked furious, yet his touch wasn't harsh or painful. I had expected

Sienna," he said, trying—and failing to stay calm, jaw tight, eyes stormy. "If you go back to that

would you do, huh?" I snapped, shoving his chest. "You can parade around under the guise of some business trip, fuck every woman you want, satisfy your stupid animalistic urges, and if I go back to my ex, that's a

bullshit. Instead, sheer

me like I'd lost my mind. Ego bruised, of course. "What the fuck are you talking

and hurled it at his face. He caught it effortlessly and set it on

clearly don't-what stories are you listening to? And from whom?" He stepped closer. "I

maintain this shiny new image. At least have the decency

didn't put my dick in anywhere else from the

his choice of words. Jaw clenching. "Do you

gripping my hips, tugging

I laughed bitterly. "Wait-let me show you." I grabbed my phone and shoved the article in his face. "Here! Remember this, incase you've forgotten who else you've screwed over

the article

fucking laughed.

I stared at him, incredulous. "You're

effortlessly and placed me on

he shoved himself between my legs, hands braced on either side of

me? Cute," he smirked, shaking the phone teasingly.

Alex-I need to

office and leave without my permission?" He tucked

it away.