“One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.”
― Oscar Wilde
Sienna POV
“Want to talk about it?” I asked, lying on his chest and circling his tattoo lazily with my index finger. We had just about managed to make it to his huge king-sized bed in the centre of his room, feeling completely spent in the best possible way. I peered up at his gorgeous face. His muscles were relaxed, lips curved up into a secret smile and eyes closed.
“Talk about what?” he mumbled with contentment.
“About what made you so annoyed?” I replied softly, trying to hide my smugness at causing this man to look so damn satisfied.
“I don’t remember.”
I giggled loudly and dropped my forehead to his chest. “Your mother is a genius.”
“Huh?” He opened his eyes sleepily to look down at me. “Please
