THEO'S POV
I should be pissed off due to this whole sibling thing, and I was. I wasn't just pissed, I was frustrated, but getting to see Sienna completely cornered was a bonus.
She looked at me like she wanted to kill me.
During the gala, she looked like she couldn't take it anymore.
Her small chest kept rising and falling.
Hell, it felt so good to see her trapped.
And even if we were trapped in hell together, I'd drown in the thoughts of watching her cry.
As I skimmed through some papers in my office, I couldn't stop thinking about her face when she found out we were going to become family. The way her lips parted in shock, the way her fingers clenched and unclenched.
I definitely shouldn't be entertained by this.
But I was.
Strangely, getting her all riled up became a hobby.
Her emotions were priceless.
A soft knock on my door made me pause. "Come in."
My assistant walked in seconds later, her gaze lowered. "You have a meeting with Mr. Patrick, Mr. Sinclair. To finalize the project."
I nodded, still going through the pile of files on my desk.
Allison stood there for a few more minutes, but I didn't bother to raise my head.
"It's…it's time for the meeting." She pointed out, her voice barely audible. I raised my head slightly, meeting her wavering gaze. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"I.. I"
I pushed myself off the chair and sighed. "Tell Luke to get the car ready."
*****
I arrived at the restaurant late, but I didn't care.
Mr. Patrick was waiting, sipping his whiskey without any care of the world when I slid into the seat across from him. We exchanged pleasantries, talked about the deal, finalized signing the contract—everything was going smoothly.
Until I saw her.
Sienna Blake.
She hadn't seen me yet.
She was sitting alone, sipping from a transparent glass like her life depended on it. The dim lightening of the restaurant cast a small glow on her face, defining her sharp features—her jaw, her delicate cheekbones.
She looked like she was completely lost in thoughts.
She looked soft.
For once, she wasn't ready to cause my death or prepare for an attack. She was just there—sitting, breathing—she was just Sienna.
"Mr. Sinclair?"
I ripped my gaze from Sienna back to Mr. Patrick. I signed the last document, shook his hands and stood. "We're done here."
He nodded. "I look forward to working with you."
I should have left.
I knew I should have walked out of the restaurant.
But my legs carried me towards her instead.
Sienna noticed me the moment I reached her. I could tell by the way her back stiffened, her movements stopped, her breaths becoming ragged. I'd studied her emotions like a book I couldn't get tired of.
I slid Into the chair next to her and she scowled. "Get the hell out of here."
My lips twitched.
I didn't know why I was here either.
But I stayed anyway.
"So you're drowning in loneliness just because our parents have decided to get married."
"Are you stalking me now, Sinclair?" She seethed, facing the sides. She wasn't staring at me, but from her voice, I could tell that something was wrong. It sounded lazy. Too lazy for Sienna Blake.
"The world doesn't revolve around you, Blake."
Then she turned to stare at me.
But it was a big mistake.
Now I could see the faint blush that colored her cheeks.
I could see the way her eyes struggled to maintain their focus on me.
She was tipsy.
Which was unlike Sienna.
She was really concerned about the cursed wedding.
"Can you just let me be?" She sniffed, running her fingers through her hair. She pushed her chair backwards and stood, "Next time, stay away—"
Her sentence stopped midway because she bumped into a waiter passing by.
Just as the drinks were about to spill on her dress, I dragged her by the waist, crashing her face against my chest.
She froze.
I froze.
The waiter apologized quickly, but I wasn't focused on that.
I was focused on Sienna.
Her palm landed on my chest, fingers curling slightly against my suit.
There was complete silence.
Her breath hitched and she went completely still.
Sienna looked up at me.
We weren't arguing anymore, we weren't fighting, we were just there, lost in a particular time.
Due to how close she was, her scent filled my nostrils. She didn't use sophisticated fragrances to seem elegant, she smelled soft—like flowers.
I should have let go.
But a part of me didn't want to.
She fit my arm perfectly.
In one swift movement, Sienna pushed me away and stepped backwards. "S..stay away from me." She grabbed her bags and strode away, her hips swaying as she walked.
As my gaze lingered on her small frame, I ran my fingers through my hair.
What the hell just happened?