07:30 PM – LEAVING CALLOWAY HOLDINGS
Ethan Calloway walked out of the lobby of Calloway Holdings, his suit still perfectly in place. One hand was in his pocket, the other holding his phone. His private driver was already waiting with a sleek black Tesla Model X.
Without a word, Ethan slid into the back seat, and the Falcon Wing doors closed automatically. As the car pulled onto Fifth Avenue, he loosened his tie, leaned back, and let out a long breath. Today had been long, but tomorrow would be even crazier.
Outside the window, Manhattan was still alive. The lights of Times Square flickered brightly, the sidewalks were crowded with people—some in expensive suits, others in worn-out hoodies.
New York, the city that never sleeps.
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08:00 PM – PENTHOUSE IN THE UPPER EAST SIDE
The private elevator took him straight to his penthouse on the 70th floor, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows showcasing a breathtaking view of New York City.
The interior was minimalistic but undeniably expensive—Italian leather sofas, a meticulously arranged wine collection, and modern paintings worth as much as an entire apartment.
Ethan tossed his suit jacket onto the couch, walked to the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of single malt whiskey.
Before he could take a sip, his iPhone buzzed on the table.
The name on the screen: "Sienna."
Ethan sighed, then answered.
"Hey, babe."
A sultry yet calculated voice came from the other end. "You didn't call me all day. Too busy making money?"
Ethan smirked. "You know me."
Sienna— a stunning model often seen in fashion magazines, but also notorious as a high-class gold digger—giggled sweetly. "Well, you owe me dinner. Let's do something fancy tomorrow. Cipriani?"
Ethan swirled his whiskey in the glass. "We'll see."
"Ethan," Sienna's tone sharpened slightly. "I don't like waiting."
Ethan chuckled. "You like money more."
There was a brief pause before a soft laugh came from the other end. "At least you're honest."
They talked for a few more minutes before Ethan finally ended the call.
He gazed out at the city lights, lost in thought.
Sienna was beautiful. Luxurious. The perfect accessory to his lifestyle.
But he knew... there was no love between them.
Letting out a deep breath, he took a sip of his whiskey and stepped onto the balcony, drinking in the stunning Manhattan skyline—a view that always made him feel like he was on top of the world.
Tomorrow, the business world would demand his attention once again.
And maybe... a new surprise was waiting.
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🔥 Next: Will Emily and Ethan start crossing paths more often at the office? Will Sienna become even more demanding? Stay tuned!
11:00 PM – THE FLEUR NIGHTCLUB, MANHATTAN
Red and purple neon lights flickered across the room.
The deep house bass pulsed through the air.
The sound of clinking glasses, flirtatious laughter, and the intoxicating scent of expensive perfume filled the atmosphere.
Ethan Calloway walked into the club with unwavering confidence, his slim-fit black suit perfectly framing his strong physique.
On his arm was Sienna Blackwood—a Victoria's Secret model with flowing blonde hair and endlessly long legs.
Her black satin dress clung tightly to her body, the high slit revealing just enough of her flawless skin to turn heads.
A waiter pulled back the curtain to the VIP Lounge—a space reserved only for the elite.
Sienna dropped onto the plush sofa, crossing her long legs, then looked at Ethan with a teasing smile. "Finally. I was wondering when you'd take me out again."
Ethan poured himself a whiskey on the rocks before settling beside her. "I've been busy."
Sienna leaned in, her fingers tracing the silk of his tie. "Too busy to call me?"
Ethan smirked. "You know how I work."
Sienna tilted her head, her red lips hovering just above his. "Then remind me again why I should stay."
Ethan lifted his chin, his gaze locking onto hers. "Because you don't want to leave."
Sienna let out a soft laugh before pulling him into a searing kiss.
Wild. Addictive. Possessive.
Her hands gripped the lapels of his suit, while Ethan pulled her waist closer, erasing any space between them.
The music grew wilder, the lights flashed in erratic patterns, but for them, only one thing mattered—the fire burning between them.
Sienna caught her breath, her eyes dark with desire. "I want to dance."
Ethan cocked his head. "You never ask, you just do."
Sienna bit her lip. "That's why you love me."
Ethan held her gaze for a moment, then took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
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11:30 PM – DANCE FLOOR
The music throbbed, neon lights pulsed overhead.
Sienna turned her back to Ethan, swaying her body to the sensual rhythm, her hands running through her hair.
Ethan pulled her closer from behind, his hands wrapping around her slender waist. His lips hovered just above her neck.
"You drive me crazy," Ethan whispered against her skin.
Sienna glanced over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Then lose control."
Ethan spun her around and kissed her again—hotter, deeper.
Their hands roamed, their touches bolder.
People might have been watching, but they didn't care.
Tonight belonged to them.
Yet deep inside Ethan's mind… a quiet voice reminded him that this might just be a game.
Sienna exhaled, her gaze burning with passion. "Let's get out of here."
Ethan smirked, then grabbed her hand and led her toward the exit.
The night was still young. And they were far from done.
11:30 PM – THE RIDE HOME IN THE TESLA MODEL X
The lights of Manhattan flickered against the windows of Ethan's Tesla as it cruised smoothly down Fifth Avenue. From the passenger seat, Sienna lounged elegantly, her long legs crossed as she sipped champagne from the bottle they had taken from the club.
She chuckled, watching Ethan, who was still focused on driving with one hand—while the other traced lazy patterns on her thigh.
"You know, we could've had the driver take us home. You're way too rich to be driving yourself," Sienna teased, her eyes gleaming under the neon city lights.
Ethan smirked, pressing the pedal a little harder as they entered the fast lane. "I like control, baby. In business… and in bed."
Sienna laughed, biting her lip. "Oh? We'll see who's really in control tonight."
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11:50 PM – ARRIVING AT ETHAN'S PENTHOUSE
The moment they stepped into his penthouse, perched at the top of a Manhattan skyscraper, Sienna kicked off her heels and headed straight for the private bar.
The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows was breathtaking—Times Square lights flashing in the distance, cars weaving through streets that never slept.
Ethan shrugged off his suit jacket, loosening his tie as he watched Sienna pour two glasses of whiskey. Her red satin dress hugged her figure perfectly, the dangerously high slit revealing just enough to tempt.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself tonight," Ethan said as he approached, taking the glass from her hand.
"I always enjoy my nights with you, Ethan," Sienna whispered, bringing her face close to his. "You give me a life of luxury… and I love that."
Ethan smirked, his fingers trailing down the bare skin of her back. "And I love having you by my side. But don't forget, this isn't just about fun. I have expectations, baby."
Sienna moved even closer, her lips barely brushing against his. "Oh, I know exactly what you expect."
Then, without warning, she grabbed his tie, yanked him toward her, and kissed him with fiery intensity.
The whiskey in Ethan's hand nearly spilled—but he didn't care.