Sienna – POV
It's been a week, and I haven't heard from Nic.
He just... disappeared.
Last I heard, he was in Greece with his family. I've been going to the office most days, sitting in his chair - letting memories swallow me whole.
Memories of him bending me over his desk...
His hands all over my bare skin...
The way he'd talk to me like I was the only woman in the world.
The way he looked at me like I was more than just a distraction.
But I guess I wasn't.
If I mattered to him - even a little - he would've called.
Or texted.
Or something.
But no. I'm just the girl he bends over a desk when he's bored. A plaything. A secret.
Will I keep letting this happen?
Then suddenly, the large TV screen lights up in the office. It's a breaking news headline:
DOMINIC STEELE AND CLARA WOL
