Chapter 3 Pleasure

Sienna's POV

The morning breeze drifted into the room as I turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, like there was no chaos in his world.

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing those cold grey eyes. He's so handsome. I can't help but wonder what his baby would look like.

Shit... that reminds me. I haven't been on birth control.

"Good morning," he said, his deep, sexy voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Morning..." I murmured. He pulled me close and kissed my lips, his hand sliding down my thighs. We were both naked, tangled beneath the luxury sheets of my new penthouse.

"Take the day off, baby. You're sore down there," he said, sitting up. I blushed.

He carried me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Kissing me, he stepped into the large cubicle shower and turned on the water as he slid inside me again.

"Yes, Nic... yes," I moaned as he moved slowly, like he was trying to relive the moment.

"I love being inside you, Sienna," he groaned against my neck as he started pumping deeper. I clung to him, calling his name as he hit the right spot again and again.

"Tell me you're all mine..."

"I'm all yours, Nic. Just yours. No one else," I whispered, tightening my grip around his broad shoulders.

Soon, he came deep inside me.

Later, he was already on the phone. "I'll be there soon. Tell him to arrange the documents and keep them on my desk," he said, his hand grazing my neck, inspecting the hickey he gave me.

I eyed him warily.

"You seem stressed out, baby," he said as I stepped away from him.

"Thanks to you," I said, flopping back on the bed.

"Not my fault... you're just too sweet." He smirked, adjusting his shirt.

"My housekeeper will stop by today to drop off a few of my clothes. I'll keep some in the walk-in closet in case I decide to stay over sometimes."

"Okay," I said softly.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Prepare for the weekend, and text me if you need anything." Then, he walked out.

I stared at the door after he left. I didn't know exactly how I felt. But every time I was around him, I felt safe. Pampered. He knew how to talk to me, how to spoil me. Every moment with him made me feel like I belonged to him. Like there was something more than just pleasure happening between us...

But I knew better.

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"Hey bitch, drop the location to your new crib!" Kate said over the phone.

"Yes ma'am."

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A few hours later

A knock sounded at the door.

I opened it to see Kate standing there.

"Oh my God, babe. This is massive!" she gasped, taking in the luxurious penthouse.

"Okay girl, spill the beans," she said, flopping onto the designer couch.

"He was here," I said, sitting beside her and turning on the huge TV in front of us.

"I'm sorry-how many rounds?" Kate teased.

"Kate!" I laughed just as the doorbell rang again.

I walked to the door and opened it. A woman in her late 40s stood there, wearing a black T-shirt and white pants. She looked corporate and serious.

"How may I help you?" I asked.

"I work for Mr. Steele," she said, eyeing me cautiously.

"Oh... come in." I let her in. She held a briefcase in one hand.

"The room's over there," I said, pointing to the walk-in closet as she walked over.

"Who is she?" Kate asked, sipping her orange juice.

"Nic's housekeeper," I replied. "He said he might come over sometimes, so he's keeping some of his clothes here."

"Okay, mamacita... at this point, you've got him wrapped around your finger," she teased. We both laughed.

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Dominic's POV

"Hi, Mum."

"Nic, cancel whatever trip you have planned this weekend. We're having your engagement party. Yours and Clara's."

"It's an important trip. When I get back, we can throw whatever party you want," I said, cutting the call.

I just wanted to spend the weekend with Sienna. To have my arms wrapped around her. To feel like a man-not the man with a life full of chaos or a forced marriage.

Everything felt different when I was with her. She made me feel like I was enough. Like I was seen. Those bright blue eyes stared into mine like she wanted nothing from me but me.

"Hey, man," my friend Andrew walked in, holding a bottle of whiskey.

"What, Andrew?"

"You down this weekend for some... you know, clubbing?"

"I've got plans with Sienna," I said, taking a puff from the weed he brought and passing it to him.

"Oh shit-the side chick, huh?" He grinned. "Bruh, you're really playing with fire."

"I don't care. It's just pleasure between me and her. She knows what it is," I replied. Of course, Sienna knew. Even though sometimes, she looked at me like she wanted more. But she knew her place-my secret woman. The woman who spread her legs when I told her to.

"Just pray that evil Clara doesn't find out," he warned. "Little Brody whispered to me about your engagement party coming up. I wonder how Sienna will take all of this. Does she plan on being the side woman forever?" he asked, eyes sharp.

I hadn't thought of that.

Sienna being my side woman forever?

Yeah... there's no future between us.

But I can't imagine her with another man.

Can't imagine her moaning another man's name.