I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 14

Sienna naturally refused.

Bringing this man back was absurd enough. Making further concessions?

That would make her a complete saint.

Her parents had brought her into this world to enjoy life, not to perform acts of charity.

She rejected him without hesitation. "No way. No man has ever slept in my bed. If you sleep in it, how am I supposed to use it again?"

Jorrod pressed his lips together. "I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."

"I've slept on that bed for years. We have an emotional connection. I'm a nostalgic person; I can't just replace it on a whim."

"Any bed under fifteen thousand dollars. Take your pick."

Sienna couldn't stand this entitled attitude of the rich.

Throwing money at every problem, acting like there was nothing in the world cash couldn't fix. He stank of capitalism.

Today, she was going to teach this wealthy jerk a lesson.

Money wasn't everything.

She sneered. "You think I care about your fifteen grand? No deal."

Jorrod didn't back down. "Fifty thousand."

Sienna was getting annoyed. "It's not about the money. I said I don't want to."

His method of negotiating was simply increasing the number with a flat, emotionless tone. "Eighty thousand."

"Do you have to—"

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

"..."

Sienna went completely silent.

Fifteen grand she could scoff at. Thirty grand she could ignore. But a hundred and fifty grand right in her face? She wasn't nearly noble enough to keep arguing.

"Can I get that in cash?"

"One simple condition. The bed. If you refuse, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"..."

The room fell pin-drop silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly, the resolute figure whipped around.

Her bright face was radiant as the morning sun, her smile blooming like a flower.

The only mess was the pale pink comforter on the bed, half pulled back as if someone had recently been lying there.

The off-white walls were plain, adorned only by a few minimalist line drawings and picture frames hanging above the headboard.

The girl in the photos varied in age, but she always wore the same bright smile.

Jorrod vaguely recognized that they must be photos of Sienna growing up.

Most were solo shots, occasionally featuring an older man and woman by her side. But the framed photo resting near his hand was different.

There was another person in it.

Beneath a blooming tree, the woman—dressed in a cropped tee and jeans—tilted her head, resting comfortably on the man's shoulder. The wind tousled her long dark hair, strands sweeping across her beaming face. Sunlight cascaded from the side, bathing them both in a soft, ethereal glow. The picture was beautiful, like a still from a movie.

He suddenly remembered the boyfriend Sienna had mentioned that day.

A grown woman in her twenties, yet easily played like a complete fool.

Jorrod's lips twitched, a swift flicker of mockery passing through his eyes.

What a stupid woman. Truly idiotic, bawling her eyes out over such cheap romance.

Noticing his gaze lingering on the frame, Sienna reached over and slapped it face-down with a sharp smack.

"Mr. Vaughn, we don't need your precious eyes looking at such cursed trash."