I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 481

Sienna scrambled out of the bed, her bare feet hitting the hardwood as she shot Finn a desperate look.

"Stop it! We have a million things to do today, remember?"

"Mhm," he hummed dismissively.

Finn grudgingly pushed himself upright, the heavy duvet pooling around his waist.

Exposing the impossibly sharp, perfectly carved lines of his collarbones.

The heavy slabs of muscle sloping across his shoulders were a brutal, flawless work of art.

Sienna's eyes flared with a traitorous surge of heat.

As Finn climbed out of bed, he deliberately slowed his stride the second he brushed past her.

His dark eyes dragged over her body in a slow, predatory sweep, the raw, carnal hunger already flaring back to life.

Anticipating the ambush, Sienna defensively crossed her arms over her chest, stepping back.

But he was too fast, easily hooking an arm around her waist and hauling her flush against his chest from behind.

He rested his heavy chin on her shoulder, his lips grazing the delicate shell of her ear.

"Once you finish your mission and I survive mine... how about another review session?"

"Are you ever going to let this joke die?" Sienna scoffed, tilting her head away, though she made absolutely zero effort to break his hold.

"Just pretend I'm..." He paused. "Pretend I'm completely pathetic and addicted. Yes or no?"

He dragged out the last few syllables, weaponizing his most shamelessly whiny, persuasive tone.

"Fine, fine," Sienna yielded, utterly incapable of denying him.

Thoroughly satisfied, Finn finally released his iron grip.

After they finished getting ready.

Sienna grabbed her blazer and turned around to find Finn buttoning his shirt, his features having already hardened back into his terrifying, impenetrable corporate mask.

He fastened the buttons from the bottom up, his long fingers freezing at the collar. His eyes were downcast, his razor-sharp profile cast in the harsh morning light, rendering him utterly unrecognizable from the clingy man he had been just minutes ago.

Sienna closed the distance, stepping in to pop his folded collar out, her fingertips grazing the searing heat of his bare skin near his collarbone.

"You head over to Maeve's place first, and I'll meet you there the absolute second I wrap up my meeting, okay?"

He spotted her and gave a curt wave.

"What can I order you?"

"Nothing, thanks. I'm on a brutal timeline, so let's get straight to the slaughter." Sienna's mind was racing with thoughts of Finn, and she needed this wrapped up immediately.

Skipping the small talk, Isaac shoved a fresh batch of shipping manifests across the table, tapping a rigid finger against a specific line item.

"Look closely. There's a glaring four-day gap between the authorized signature date and the physical inventory log. Under standard protocols, a delay that massive is an absolute impossibility."

Sienna flipped through the next two pages, her brow furrowing deeply. "Wait, so the hardware was theoretically already in the warehouse when these approval forms were signed?"

"Exactly," Isaac confirmed. "Which means the authorizations were blatantly backdated. On top of that, Elias's signature on this batch is positioned totally wrong compared to his usual forms, and the handwriting is clearly a forgery."

Sienna yanked the paper out, holding it up to the harsh daylight bleeding through the window, scrutinizing the erratic ink strokes before slamming it back down.

"Do we have an authentic handwriting sample to match it against?"

"I've got you covered. I managed to scrounge up an old, certified document he signed years ago. A forensic analysis will absolutely rip his defense to shreds."

Isaac slid a final, damning photocopy across the wood.