LOGINSierraI wake feeling refreshed and content. Last night was my best sleep in a long while, probably because Ambrose was beside me. I glance at him, still peacefully asleep, and watch him for a moment with a smile. He appears calm, and I enjoy having him here, even though I don’t know how long he’ll stay or what the future holds for us. I’ll worry about that when the time comes, trusting that everything will unfold as it’s meant to. I gently slip out of his arms and climb out of bed, not wanting to wake him. It's only eight, and I need to use the bathroom and start breakfast. We could go out, but I’d rather keep him to myself a little longer. I grab his tee, pulling it over my bare body, and take one last look at him before leaving the bedroom. I head to the bathroom to do my business, then go to the kitchen to prepare a simple omelette with toast. I beat the eggs, mixing in feta cheese, peppers, and a touch of seasoning before pouring them into the pan. Meanwhile, I prepare a new po
AmbroseSierra and I have spent the last few hours making up for the time we lost, or the time we lost even before she left, because of all of our fighting. We eventually made it to her bedroom for the last couple of rounds. I glance down at her as she lies next to me. Both still naked. She is sound asleep. I tired her out. I stroke the hair from her face, making sure not to wake her as I do. Carefully, I remove my arm from around her and climb out of the bed. I need to update my team on what's going on. It will be morning back home.I put on my boxers, grab my cell, then head out of the bedroom to the kitchen for water before calling Wade. It rings only a couple of times before he answers. “Hello, boss. Is everything okay? It is after midnight there.”“Hello. Yes, everything is fine. I wanted to check in and update you. I am with Sierra. How are things there?”“I'm glad you found her. Is she returning home? Everything is fine here for now. We have it under control.”“She says she is
SierraWe communicate without words, removing all barriers. Our clothes fall into a pile behind us. I kiss him again, my hands sliding down his chest. I pause at his excitement and gently stroke him. Ambrose groans, and his cock pulses under my touch. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t care—nothing else matters but him. All I want is him; everything else fades away. “Sierra, are you certain about this?” He exhales, pulling away from my lips. “Yes,” I reply, brushing my thumb over the tip, and he hisses.Ambrose dips his head down and kisses over my breasts. His warm tongue circles my left nipple before he gently tugs it between his teeth. A shudder courses through me, and it hardens against his lips. God, I have missed his hands and lips all over me. I entangle my fingers in his hair, crying out as the pleasure overtakes me. He moves to the other one, doing the same. Between my thighs, I'm not only throbbing, but soaking too.He pulls back, and our eyes lock. His hand mov
Ambrose I hesitate initially, remaining still and watching her. Why won’t my feet obey? Sierra is the reason I arrived here, and she's beckoning me in. Why do I hold back? Sierra furrows her brow, curious about my hesitation. She walks up to me and stops, extending her hand. “Are you coming inside? You travelled all this way, Ambrose, but I understand if you decide to leave and have regrets about your choice." My eyes flicker between her face and hand. I could consider walking away, forgetting I ever came here or her, but I realize that won’t help. I have missed her since she left, so I have no reason to leave again. It wouldn’t make any sense. No more doubts. I nod and accept her offered hand. Sierra smiles and guides me to her door. She lets us inside and up to her apartment. Neither of us speaks as we enter. It is a pretty small place, cute, though; there doesn’t seem to be a personal touch to it like her old apartment back home before I moved her in with me, which tells me she
Sierra“Sierra…”I freeze when I hear the familiar voice calling me from behind. I suspected someone was following me! How did he manage to find me and send a man to my exact location? He shouldn’t be here. I was beginning to relax and enjoy my life, not thinking about Ambrose much, and then he appears. It feels like a cruel joke. I resume walking, acting as if I didn’t hear him, even though my pause hints I did. I quicken my pace, thinking about running, but Ambrose's speed makes that impossible. He calls out louder this time, but I ignore him. Soon, I hear his footsteps accelerate, and before long, he appears before me, blocking my way. I have no option but to halt. I take a breath, preparing myself to face him, and slowly lift my head. As soon as my eyes meet his, I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. He appears different—tired and visibly thinner than before—yet still handsome. I expect him to begin scolding me or to get angry, but he doesn't. Instead, his expression soften
AmbroseAfter sixteen hours, I finally reach my hotel. It's afternoon, and I am exhausted after only two hours of sleep during the fourteen-hour flight, as I was too anxious to rest more. Checking in, I head to my suite and text Simon to meet me there. I use my key card to enter and dump my bags on the bed. I begin unpacking, including Sierra’s belongings. I plan to give them to her later, but not during our first meeting. I hope she will come back with me, so I can hand them to her then. A few minutes later, there's a knock on my door. I rush to answer. “How far away is she? Have you seen her today?”“Sierra’s apartment is nearby, just a ten-minute walk away. I saw her a few hours ago when she was returning from the market. Do you want to go now?”I can’t believe she is so close. I don’t even know how to approach her. My best option is to knock on her door. One problem with that is that I don’t know how to get into her building. It will be a secure one.“I need to shower and change
AmbroseI shouldn’t be doing this!It is wrong!But it doesn’t matter because I am in too deep now. I was a goner the second Sierra challenged me. I claim her lips in mine once more, slipping my hand between her thighs, thrusting two fingers into her without warning. I am curious how wet she is for
SierraI smirk as I walk back towards my closet. I love getting under his skin. It is way too much fun. He is attracted to me, even if he won’t admit it. He wouldn’t do anything about it, not more than he already has. One, he doesn’t have the guts, and two, if my dad found out, Ambrose would be the
Ambrose An alert goes off on my iPad. It is an alert of motion in the backyard. I know it is Sierra because I heard her leave her room and go downstairs. I reach for the pad and switch it to the cameras from outside. I see her swimming in my pool, and I watch her even though I know I shouldn’t be.
Ambrose Sierra has been acting strange the last couple of days—stranger than normal. There is something off. I can’t put my finger on it, but it is something. I can feel it in my gut. I’ll be keeping a close eye on her, which is easy to do since we are stuck in the same room. I will up security wh







