My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 260

Sienna

He'd shifted us—again. I'd lost count. And finally, after what felt like half the night passing in a blink, Alexander came. That memory... I couldn't shake it, even as I stood by the window, letting the fresh air brush against me. Nothing could erase how his face contorted, how he let out that soft, ragged breath, how he heaved, pupils dilated, growling, "Fuck, Sienna."

And with him coming apart, I'd come apart too.

It was... unnerving. He felt too good to be real. Things that beautiful didn't last. I wasn't lucky like Mom and Dad, who had found love, fought for it, and stayed. My biggest fear had always been... never experiencing something that magical. That probably explained why I'd settled for Ryatt—desperate, thinking I'd never find anything better.

And now, this—Alex—was magical. But it was terrifying. Fleeting.

There was no way I could ever fall in love with him. Impossible. And yet, every moment with him felt so intense, so pure.

I glanced at the moon through the window—it was beautiful. I could feel Alex's gaze on me the entire time. Thankfully, I'd thrown on his t-shirt, or I'd probably be back on the bed with him already.

A moment later, I felt him rise behind me. His hands rested on the window frame, and he nuzzled into my hair, inhaling deeply. "You know..." he murmured, "You still have pretty hair, unlike most women. Glad you didn't put some ridiculous color on it."

"Why would I put some ridiculous color on it?" I whispered, chuckling softly. I didn't need to look back to feel his smile.

"Because you've had terrible friend circles your whole life, Sienna," he teased. "It would've been hard not to get influenced by those bitches and losers around you."

Usually, I would've been mad—but today, I found myself laughing alongside him. "What an ass," I said, shaking my head. I rested my body against him. His hands wrapped around me, lips brushing my forehead.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, Sienna," he whispered, sincerity lacing every word. It weakened the tough part of me I usually carried. "It's hard to believe you're real."

A few moments passed, but the storm inside me couldn't be contained. I finally spoke. "Can I ask you something, Alex?"

He traced his nose along my cheek, humming softly before nodding.

The question felt like a rock lodged in my throat, making every breath heavier until I forced it out anyway. "How long... how long do you plan to keep me?"

His body stiffened at my words. A pit of dread settled in my stomach.

I didn't know what answer I expected. Maybe a number—more than a month, at least. But deep down, I just wanted... an answer.

I knew Grayson wasn't the type to lie. Plenty of women threw themselves at him anyway. Straightforward honesty was all I wanted.

But what I didn't expect was him turning me around, gripping my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes pierced through me, through every thought, every doubt. He stared for a long moment before speaking.

"You are not an object to be kept or thrown, Sienna," he whispered, softer than I imagined, "Don't you dare fucking address yourself like that."

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