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Sienna’s POV
I ignore him.
Or at least, I try to.
I don’t acknowledge his presence as he trails a few steps behind me, just far enough to make it infuriatingly clear that he isn’t going to chase me.
It’s been two days since that night in my penthouse. Two days of silence. Two days of pretending like he didn’t leave me on my knees, wrecked and unsatisfied, while he walked away completely in control.
I should be over it.
But I can still feel the humiliation curling deep in my stomach like a constant burn that refuses to fade.
Which is why I refuse to look at him now.
Tonight’s charity gala is packed, the ballroom shimmering with chandeliers and the overwhelming scent of money. I move through the crowd effortlessly, offering smiles, shaking hands, laughing at jokes that aren’t funn
