LOGINAmbrose
I am exhausted as I sit down for my morning coffee. I didn’t sleep at all. I knew Sierra would try to leave at some point. I didn’t want her either, but I will keep her safe like I promised. No matter how much she annoys me. Her father knows that leaving her with me would keep her safe from any danger. No one will try to get to her. They know better.
The sound of Sierra coming downstairs pulls me from my thoughts. I know she didn’t sleep either. I heard her tossing and turning. She was also crying at one point. I can only imagine how hard this must be for her. She has always been close to her father.
I take a sip of my coffee and nearly choke on it when she comes into view. She is only in my tee and her panties.
“Where are the joggers I gave you?” I ask.
I don’t want to see her in such an outfit or lack of. No matter how damn good she looks in my tee. Her long, dark hair is tied back in a messy bun. No make-up in sight. She still looks beautiful.
Sierra shrugs. “In the room. I was too warm. Can I have a coffee?”
“It isn’t that warm. Yes, you can have coffee.”
She reaches up to one of the higher shelves for a mug, even though there is some on the counter. The tee slips up, her ass covered with black panties coming into view. I swallow hard, and my grip on my mug tightens. I shouldn’t be staring, but I can’t help it. She has a nice ass and thighs. I lick my lips. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t look at her in such a way. I gather myself and pull my attention away from her.
She pours herself some coffee and joins me at the breakfast bar.
“We will go to your apartment to collect your things after breakfast.”
“I don’t want breakfast.”
“The matter isn’t up for debate. You will be eating something.” I reply firmly.
“Don’t talk to me like that. I will do as I please.” She counters, glaring at me.
God, this woman infuriates me.
“I am not fighting with you, Sierra, not this morning. You will be having breakfast.”
I keep myself calm. I refuse to let her continue to get under my skin. She can do it way too easily. She grabs an apple and takes a bite before she tosses it in the trash.
“What was the point in that? That was just a waste.”
She stands and picks up her mug. “Your lecture is a waste of time.”
She disappears out of the kitchen. My jaw tightens. I am trying my hardest not to lose my temper.
“Sierra, get back here and have some breakfast,” I call after her.
“Make me, jackass.”
I hear her head upstairs. The woman is going to be the death of me. She stresses me out. I jump to my feet and go after her. I barge into her room without knocking. It is my house; I don’t need to.
“What the fuck Ambrose?” she squeals.
She is in a state of undress. My tee no longer covers her body. It stops me in my tracks. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. It feels dry. My eyes scan her half-naked body. I lick my lips as my eyes fall on her bra-clad breasts. I swallow hard and move them downwards to her toned stomach and perfectly curved hips. Fuck! Her body is perfection. It is causing a slight pulse in my cock.
Sierra seems to be sauntering closer to me. I lift my head to look up at her face, finally. She stops only inches from me with a smirk on her lips.
“Enjoying the view?” she purrs, dancing her fingers down my chest.
What is she doing? I try not to let it get to me, but it is easier said than done.
“I-I-I don’t know what you mean.” I breathe out.
“Yes, you do. You are having naughty thoughts about me.” She replies, full of confidence.
“No, I am not. I wouldn’t be interested in you, even if you were the last woman on earth.” I reply and pull myself together.
Sierra scoffs. “The feeling is mutual. You couldn’t handle me, anyway. You aren’t man enough.”
I step into her. She takes a few steps until the back of her legs hit the bed.
“Trust me, I am more than manly enough for you,” I growl.
It is her turn to swallow hard, “No, you really aren’t.”
I laugh and take another step. She has nowhere to go and falls back against the bed. I lean down and place my hands on each side of her.
“You couldn’t handle me, sweetness.” I hiss and pull away.
I turn and walk out of the bedroom.
“I hate you.” She calls after me.
“Yet, you still want me to fuck you,” I call back before I head downstairs to have some breakfast. I can’t help but wonder if her teasing is part of some plan she is trying to come up with to get under my skin. If it is, I can play that game too.
I quickly whip up an omelette for the two of us. She isn’t leaving the house until she eats something.
I hear her come back downstairs and return to the kitchen. “Can we go now?” she snaps.
“No. We aren’t leaving until you sit down and eat. I have made you some breakfast.” I reply, not even looking at her.
She groans. “Fine! If it means I can get out of here.”
She sits down, not looking or talking to me. She eats every last bit of her breakfast. “I’ve eaten. Can we go now?”
I smirk. “Good girl.”
“Yes, daddy.” She says each word drips with sarcasm.
I was not expecting that response.
“We can leave once I shower and dress.”
“Fine, but can you make it quick? I need fresh clothes.”
“It will take as long as it takes.”
I gather the plates, rinse them and put them into the dishwasher.
“Don’t try running away. I will find you easily.” I warn before disappearing.
I know she is a flight risk. I won’t take long. I don’t trust her to leave her alone for long. I have no idea how I will manage to keep my eye on her. I can’t be around all the time. I will put my most trusted person on it to keep an eye on her when I can’t be around.
As much as I dislike her, I would never forgive myself if something happened to her. I will do everything in my power to make sure no harm comes to her.
I am showered and ready within twenty minutes. When I return downstairs, Sierra is impatiently pacing the hallway in front of the door.
“Where are my car keys?”
“It doesn’t matter where they are. You won’t need them. I will be driving to yours.”
She rolls her eyes, “Whatever. Can we go?”
I nod and grab my keys. I led us out to my car, which is in the driveway. I let her climb in first before I do the same. She focuses her attention out of the window. I reach over to fasten her seatbelt since she hasn’t. She doesn’t even flinch or say thank you.
“You are welcome for me protecting you if we have an accident,” I say sarcastically.
“Well, aren’t you a hero?” Her sarcasm meets mine.
I don’t respond to her. I start the car and head for her place. The journey is spent in an awkward silence.
“Can we stop somewhere so I can get an iced coffee?” she asks, breaking the silence.
I wanted to tell her no to be an asshole, but I have heard her moan enough for one day.
“Yes, but drive-through. I am not giving you an opening to disappear on me.”
I can’t see her, but I know she will be rolling her eyes again. I pull into the drive-through.
“Do you want anything?” she asks.
“No.”
She places her order for an iced coffee. Hopefully, it will keep her quiet for a while. Once she gets her order, I get us back on the road. We won’t be there long. She can get what she needs, and then we will go back to mine. I don’t want to risk her being out in the open for too long.
My place is safe. I have the best security system money can buy, along with a security team who will come any time I need them. I have handguns all throughout my house. No one can get to her at my place.
“If your roommate is home, you tell her as little detail as possible for your reason for leaving. The less she knows, the better. We will be in and out as quickly as we can. You refuse to leave; I will toss you over my shoulder and carry you out.”
I am not playing childish games with her.
“Is my roommate in danger?”
I can hear the concern in her voice for her friend.
“No, but I will have someone check in on her a few times a day if it will put your mind at ease.”
“Yes, please and thank you.” She replies, sounding genuine for the first time since last night.
“You are welcome. I promise she will be okay.”
Sierra falls silent again, drinking her coffee. I sigh to myself. I don’t know how long I can handle having her around, but she will stay as long as needed.
SierraThe last, however long, have been the longest of my life. All the noise outside, the yelling, the gunshots are too much. I am on the floor, with my hands over my ears, rocking back and forth, squealing with the sound of every shot. All while making sure Ambrose doesn’t bleed out. My stress is through the roof, and I am so close to passing out and hoping it will all go away.Silence falls from the outside. No voices. No gunshots.“Sierra, please come here,” Ambrose says, his voice is quieter, hoarse almost.It panics me, and I rush over, making sure he is okay. The bleeding has eased, but not stopped.“Ambrose, are you okay? Are you dizzy? Tired? Going to pass out?”I don’t know what a gunshot can do to a person, even if he told me he isn’t in any danger. He has still lost a lot of blood.“I am okay. Are you?” he asks, leaning forward and caressing my face.I whimper, shaking my head. “No. I want out of here. I want someone with medical training to take care of you. I need all o
AmbroseI stumble into the safe room, locking it up behind me in case they come in. There are four of them around my property. I took some of them down, but I don’t know how many or how much damage I caused. The blood pours from my arm, the pain excruciating. Luckily, the only bullet that hit me was through and through. It shouldn’t be life-threatening. It hasn’t hit any deadly arteries.Sierra rushes from behind the sofa straight to me. “Oh my God, are you okay? I was so worried. Wait, were you shot? We need to get you medical care.” She panics, staring at the blood I am covered in.“I am fine. It is only my arm. It went in and out. I don’t need medical care. They would ask too many questions.”“I don’t care if they will ask too many questions, you have been shot, Ambrose.” She whimpers, tears streaming down her cheek.“Please take me to the sofa. I need you to clean it and dress it for me.”“What, no. I can’t do that. I am not a professional. I don’t know what I am doing.” She prote
SierraI head straight to my room after my shower. I don’t even say goodnight to Ambrose. We got what we needed. There is no need for us to spend any longer together. Collapsing down on the bed, my towel still around me, I am exhausted. I stare at the ceiling for ten minutes before putting my pjs on and drying my hair. Ambrose tired me out. I will sleep well tonight. I’m not sure how I'll spend the rest of my time here. I can’t keep falling into bed with him out of boredom. It will only end in disaster.I settle into bed, bundling under the covers. It is cold tonight. I begin to drift off, but get abruptly woken by Ambrose barging into my room.“What the hell?”“I need you to come with me right now.”“To where?” I whine, switching the light on.When I do, I see a gun in one hand. His brows are furrowed, his body tense. Seeing him like that puts me into panic mode.“Somewhere safe. The sensors around the property keep going off. I can’t see anything on the cameras. It could be an anima
AmbroseI sit next to Sierra, a smug look on my face as she lies next to me, a hot mess. I lick my lips, still tasting her, groaning. Her chest heaves, and her gorgeous body gleams with sweat as she struggles to catch her breath. And I got her that way only with my tongue and fingers.Opening her eyes, she glances up at me. “Don’t look so damn smug.”“I will look smug if I like. You are a mess, and that is without me even fucking you.”She rolls her eyes. “If you don’t get that stupid look off your face, I will climb out of this bed, walk away, and you will be left with your hard cock.” She states firmly, smirking.A loud laugh erupts from my lips. “No, you won’t. You want my cock inside of you too much.”Her threat is bullshit. If she walked away, she would return soon because she would be craving my cock.Sierra scoffs. “Should we test that theory?”“Sure, let's. You wouldn’t last ten minutes before you came back.”With another eye roll, she climbs out of the bed, her legs nearly bu
SierraAmbrose carries me to his room. Should I be doing this again? No, but I can’t help myself. I am bored, a little tipsy and horny. He is the only one here. I have no shame in using him for what I need. He does it to other people all the time. I was pushing through fine until I stepped out onto the balcony and saw him working outside. The way his body and muscles moved every time he chopped, and the strength it took, stirred something in me. My hormones took control.Ambrose tosses me down on the bed, standing there and stares down at me. A primal look on his face, in his eyes. His joggers are bulging with his excitement. He pulls his tee off, tossing it aside. It isn’t too warm outside, but his body gleams with sweat from his work. I get on my knees, crawling towards him. I dance my fingertips down his chest. Ambrose closes his eyes, tensing and groaning under my touch. I smirk. No matter how much he is determined to hate me, a part of him wants me badly. I affect him more than h
AmbroseI'm outside chopping wood for the fire before it becomes dark. The house and every gate around it will all be locked up tight before night takes over. We should be safe, but I will still ensure there is no way onto my property or into my house. I have guns if I need them. I have never used them before, hopefully, it will stay that way.Setting the axe down, I wipe the sweat from my forehead and take a breather. I forgot how much energy and muscle it used to do this. I am not as young as I once was. I get the sudden urge that someone is watching me. I glance around, but at first, I can't see anyone. The feeling doesn't shift. I look up at the balcony, finding whose eyes they belong to. Sierra is out on it, resting over the bannisters with a glass of wine in one hand. How long has she been up there and watching me?Sierra has been avoiding me. I have barely seen her since we arrived. She only made appearances if she was hungry or needed a drink. All while not speaking a word to







