Chapter Seven

Ambrose

Torture! That is what this week has been. Sierra is going to send me over the edge. It is the weekend, and neither of us has work, and she doesn’t have classes. We are stuck with one another most of the weekend. She is going out with friends tonight. Wade and Jackson are accompanying her, but they will stay at a safe distance to avoid being noticed by her friends. It would raise too many questions. 

I was going to go, but she didn’t like the idea, and to be honest, I would rather it be them than me. At least she likes them. It gives me a chance to invite some female company over. It is for a purely sexual reason, nothing else. I haven’t had anyone over this week because of Sierra. I wouldn’t trust her. She wouldn’t probably try her best to embarrass me or ruin it. I can’t have that. I need hot, sweaty, no-strings-attached sex. It will help destress me.

Sierra and I have been at each other’s throats. I swear she is planning to kill me while I sleep at some point.

I am sitting on the edge of my bed after showering, wrapped in a towel. My door is open. Sierra is taking a shower in the master bathroom. Why, I don’t know. She has one in her room. She has been in there for ages.

I hear the bathroom door finally open. She comes by my room, and she is stark naked. What the fuck? She stops outside of my room, looks straight at me and smirks. I lick my lips as my eyes scan her body. I take in every detail, from her tanned skin to her toned stomach and the curves of her hips. A tattoo is present on the curves of her hips. Her long legs and perfectly groomed pussy and, finally, her perky breasts, they seem like the perfect handful. Her dark, wet hair rests over her shoulders, and water droplets coat her skin.

Sierra doesn’t seem phased by my prying eyes. I shift on the bed, trying to ignore my throbbing cock. She wriggles her brows, laughs and walks away. What just happened? Was there a point to her little stunt? I hate myself for staring at her, but I am not stupid. She is an attractive woman; no man can deny that.

I drop my towel and pull on a pair of joggers. I leave my room and barge into her. “What the fuck was that?”

Sierra sits at the bottom of her bed, but a tee now covers her. I realise she is in one of mine. How did you get that? She crosses her legs and leans back on her hands.

“What was what?” she asks innocently.

I close my eyes, clench my fists and take a deep breath to calm down. I walk closer and take my place before her. Her eyes run over my bare chest and down to the bulge in my great sweatpants. She glances back up at me and smirks.

“You know what. There is no reason in this world for you to be walking around my house naked. Why do you have one of my tees on? Where did you get it?”

My words come out through my heavy breaths.

“You didn’t seem to have any complaints. In fact, you were enjoying the view. Oh, is this yours?”

She knows fine well it is mine.

“Whatever game you are trying to play, stop. It isn’t going to work.” I state firmly.

Sierra laughs and stands up. There is no distance between our bodies. It's getting to me more than it should.

“Who says I am playing any games?” she purrs and dances her fingers over my bare chest.

I swallow hard as my muscles tense under her touch.

“Stop,” I warn.

“Or what?” she challenges and continues.

I grab her wrist, “Fucking stop! This is not happening. It will never happen. I don’t want you.” I hiss through gritted teeth.

She yanks her hand from my grip, “Get the fuck out. I wouldn’t fuck you either, even if someone paid me too.” She yells and pushes at my chest.

“Gladly.”

I walk out of her room. How did she expect me to react? Did she think I would give in? Was she being serious or messing with me? I return to my bedroom. I close the door and lean against it. I am so fucking turned on after her little show. A cold shower may be in order. Tonight can’t come quickly enough. I need a pussy wrapped around my cock, badly. Sex is one of the few things that makes me feel better. It has been an escape for me since I was fifteen. I have used a lot of females throughout the years, and I still do. Shit happens. I don’t feel guilty about it. I am clear about my intentions from the get-go.

I head into the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. I take a moment to father myself. I pull on a hoodie before heading downstairs to start breakfast. I will make Sierra some, too. Her eating habits are shocking. She doesn’t eat enough. If she comes down to eat, it is a different story.

With any luck, she will be leaving early this evening to meet her friends. The sooner she leaves, the quicker I can get laid.

***

Wade and Jackson are on their way to collect Sierra to take her to meet her friends. My hot date will be here in an hour. I am enjoying a scotch on the sofa, eager for Sierra to leave. I soon hear her come downstairs, and her heels click against my marble floor.

“Sierra, come here,” I call through.

I hear her curse me out, but the noise of her heels gets closer. She appears in front of me. She is wearing a very tight, short red dress. One that shows her cleavage and barely covers her private area. Her dark hair flows in loose waves over her shoulders. Her make-up is light except for her bright pink lipstick. It is enough to make me lose my train of thought.

“What do you want?”

“You aren’t going out like that.”

Those were not the words that were supposed to fall from my lips.

“Excuse me? I can wear whatever I want. I am a grown ass woman. You are not my boyfriend or my father. You have no say in what I wear or do.” She snaps, her fists balling at her sides.

“You should change. You will draw too much attention to yourself in that, Sierra.:

It is a pathetic attempt at an excuse on why I said what I did. I wait for a smartass response or for her to yell at me. She doesn’t. A smirk grazes her lips. She leans down, one hand on each side of me on the sofa. I can see down her dress.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were jealous because other men will see me in this. How could that be true, though, since apparently you don’t want me?”

There is a seductiveness in her tone. I swallow hard, trying to keep it together.

“I-I-I don’t want you.” I breathe out.

I don’t know who I am trying to convince more, her or myself.

“Your answer doesn’t sound convincing.” She says smugly.

“It is the truth.” I protest, firmer this time.

She laughs, and a devilish look takes over her face. It reads trouble. Her next move is the last thing I expected. She climbs into my lap and straddles me. She places her lips at my ear. “I don’t think that is the truth. I think you do want me, but know you can’t have me. You aren’t man enough to handle me.” She purrs and bites my earlobe.

I groan loudly, and my hands automatically land on her hips, my fingers digging in. She moans softly. Any sense I have has disappeared.

“Should we come back later, sir?” Jackson asks from behind us.

When did he even come in? I didn’t hear him. I don’t know how to answer because I don't know what's happening.

Sierra laughs loudly and climbs off my lap. “No, there will be no need for that. I am ready to go.”

Sierra pats my chest, “Enjoy your night.”

She walks away without another word, laughing the entire time. I sit in shock, trying to work out what just happened. Why does it seem like she is trying to seduce me today? What pisses me off more is if she continued and we weren’t interrupted, I would have given in to her. Even though I know deep down, it's some part of a game she's playing.

If Anthony found out, he would kill me. I am supposed to be protecting her, not screwing her. I can’t allow her to have the upper hand again in such a way. It isn’t how it works. I always have the upper hand.

I down my scotch and pour another. What the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be having such thoughts about her. She is a pain in my ass, and I can’t stand her. Women don’t get to me. I make sure they don’t. I always make the first move. There are only certain women who interest me. I am always the one in control of every situation.

I clear my thoughts of everything, Sierra, because I have better things to think about. I finish my second drink and make a move to get ready for my hot date’s arrival. She will be the best distraction for me for a few hours before I tell her to leave. I don’t do sleepovers or breakfast.