~Sienna~
The night air was crisp as we pulled up to the penthouse where Lucas’s dad had requested a “family dinner.” Derrick had begged me profusely to join Lucas, his reasoning as persuasive as his puppy-dog eyes were relentless. I’d refused at first—I wanted nothing more to do with Lucas—but eventually, Derrick wore me down.
The penthouse towered above us, the glass exterior shimmering under the city lights. Inside, the dining area was as lavish as always, with a long table draped in white linen, sparkling crystal glasses, and an array of delicacies that no one seemed interested in touching.
Richard Jones sat at the head of the table, exuding an air of authority even in his more casual attire. His silver hair was neatly combed, and his sharp eyes scanned the room like a general survey
