SierraI walk away, smirking. I shouldn’t have done that, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to mess with him one last time before I don’t see him again. He will be fuming that I cock-blocked him. I return to our room and sit on the bed, slipping off my shoes. Only minutes later, the door swings open and Ambrose storms in, brows furrowed and face red with anger. My attention falls on the wine stain now on his tee, and I bite my lip to suppress a laugh. “Is everything okay?” I ask, sweetly, batting my lashes at him.He walks over and stands in front of me. "What was that all about? Did you tell her you were my wife? I would never marry you! Not even if my life depended on it," he snaps. Laughing loudly, my head tilts back. “The feeling is mutual. I would never marry you either. I can't imagine anything worse.” He leans down, placing one hand on each side of me on the bed. His face is just inches from mine, and I can smell the scotch on his breath. “You need to stay out of my fuck
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