Stuck With Mr A-Lister

Chapter 4

Leo’s POV

There were three things I was absolutely sure of:

1. Eleanor Montgomery was a menace. Even from the grave, she was finding ways to ruin my life.

2. Sienna Clarke was put on this earth to personally make me suffer.

3. I needed a drink.

I stormed out of the lawyer’s office, barely resisting the urge to slam the door behind me. The cool Los Angeles air did nothing to settle the fire in my chest.

One year. One full year of being trapped in some overpriced Napa Valley estate with Sienna? What the hell was Eleanor thinking?

And worse—why the hell had I agreed?

I could’ve walked away. I had money. I didn’t need some vineyard. But the moment Sienna had lifted her damn chin, all stubborn and smug, practically daring me to say no—yeah, that’s when I lost the plot.

Because now, I was stuck.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply.

"Leo!"

I didn’t need to turn around to know who was calling me.

"Not now, Clarke," I said, walking faster.

Sienna caught up anyway, her heels clicking against the pavement. "Not now? Are you serious? We just got legally blackmailed into being roommates for a year. We need to discuss—"

"There's nothing to discuss," I cut in. "The deal is what it is."

She made an exasperated noise. "Oh, so you’re just going to go along with this? No questions, no strategy?"

I stopped walking, turning to face her. "Sienna. I am hungover, I am exhausted, and I just got sentenced to a year of my life with you. Strategy can wait."

Her mouth opened, then shut.

She huffed. "Unbelievable."

I smirked. "You’ll survive, sweetheart."

Her eyes narrowed. s**t. I shouldn’t have called her that.

I used to call her that back when—

No. Not going there.

"Don't call me that," she snapped. "Ever."

I held up my hands in mock surrender. "Noted."

She crossed her arms. "And for the record, I have zero interest in spending a year in a house with you, either. But I’m not letting some overpriced vineyard slip away because you’re too busy playing Hollywood royalty to handle adult responsibilities."

I chuckled dryly. "Sweetheart, I’ve handled more adult responsibilities than you could dream of."

Her glare could’ve melted steel. "We need ground rules."

I checked my watch. "We can discuss that after I’ve had a drink."

Sienna made another frustrated noise but didn’t stop me as I walked toward my car.

I could feel her eyes burning into my back, full of rage and resentment and something else I didn’t want to name.

One year.

I was so screwed.