**Roman's POV**
"What the hell are you doing here, Cheyenne?" I growled.
She simply smiled as she stood up and walked over to me, swaying her hips way too much. I suppose trying to look sexy, but really she just looked desperate. "Baby, I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last summer." She now stood in front of me, trailing her finger down my chest to my abs.
I swatted her hand away and scoffed. "For the last time Cheyenne, nothing happened between us! We got drunk and fell asleep. We were still in our clothes for crying out loud!"
Cheyenne rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air. "That's not what I remember." She walked over and leaned on the kitchen island. "I remember a heated make out session in my bed with lots of grinding. I remember you getting hard for me,
