Chapter Thirteen - When Is She Never Pissed At Me?
1579 Words
Ambrose
I am in the kitchen having my morning coffee. I left Sierra to sleep. I let her professors know she wouldn’t be in today due to personal reasons. I took her cell away to ensure nothing would disturb her. She needs sleep. She is already cranky and irritating enough, and the lack of sleep will only make her worse. She will be pissed at me, but I don’t care. When is she never pissed at me?
Sleeping next to her was not an easy thing. She fidgets so much. She kicked and punched me a few times in her sleep. Then again, it may not have been in her sleep. She could have been pretending and using it as an excuse to hit me. Her assaulting me wasn’t the worst of it. At one point, she had half of her body draped over me, her hips rocked against mine, and it turned me on more than it should have. I swear I can work out if I hate her or want to f**k her.
I sigh and take a sip of my coffee. I hear the front door open, “It is Wade.”
“Kitchen,” I call out.
He comes in, “Good morning, sir. You can leave at any time. I am here now. I made sure there was no one around the surrounding area.”
“Morning. Sorry, I meant to call and tell you not to come. I am going to work from home today.”
He seems a little taken aback, “That isn’t like you. Is everything okay?”
“Yes. I don’t think it is a good idea to leave. Sierra was freaked out last night, so much so that she ended up sleeping in my bed.”
“With you?” he asks in surprise.
I nod, “Yes, with me.”
I swear I see a hint of a smirk on his lips. I am sure he wanted to say something, but changed his mind.
“Did I see you smirking? And if so, why?”
“No, sir, not me.” He smiles.
I eye him suspiciously. What isn’t he saying?
“Do you want a coffee? I need to chat with you for a moment?”
“Sure,” he says and pours himself a coffee, sitting across from me.
“I need you or someone to come here tomorrow night. I have a few people I need to visit.”
I didn’t go into too much detail in case Sierra hears.
“I can come tomorrow night. You aren’t going alone, are you?”
“No, I won’t be doing it alone.”
“Good. Sierra’s self-defence coach will be here on Thursday to meet you. I know you said to find a female one, but the coach is male. He is one of the best in the state.”
“He'd better be professional. If he even looks at Sierra in a way I don’t like, he won’t be here long.” I hiss, and my fists clench.
“I am sure he will be.”
It shouldn’t matter if it is a male or female, as long as they do as I need, but the fact that it is a man is getting to me, and I can’t understand why. We don’t get a chance to discuss it further because I hear Sierra come storming downstairs.
“Here we go.” I chuckle.
“What did you do?”
“I didn’t wake her for her classes and took her cell away as she slept.”
She comes barging into the kitchen, “Where the f**k is my cell? I am late for classes.” She snaps, glaring at me.
I casually turn to her, “I took it away so you would sleep later. I informed your professors you wouldn’t be in today.”
“You had no damn right, Ambrose! What is wrong with you? Do you have no boundaries?” she yells.
She seems crankier than usual. She is overreacting and being a drama queen once again.
“It is my house. I don’t need boundaries. Sit down, and I will make you breakfast. And before you tell me no, don’t. If you refuse, then I won’t give you your cell.”
“You know what, keep it.” She snaps and turns to Wade, “Are you sure I can’t come stay with you? I swear if I am here much longer, I will kill him.”
“Sorry, that isn’t possible,” Wade replies.
Sierra groans in frustration and abruptly leaves the kitchen, going back upstairs.
“I don’t know how much longer I can deal with her bullshit.” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.
“You need to give her a break, sir. She has a lot going on.”
“I am trying to be patient with her, but she does not make it easy for me. I can’t understand why she gets under my skin so much,” I say.
He lifts his mug to his lips, “I do.” He mumbles behind.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing, forget I said anything. I should go. Call if you need anything.”
He rushes off. What the hell? Does he know something I don’t? Sierra’s phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. I take it out, and there is a photo of a shirtless guy with the name Ewan on it. Who the f**k is Ewan? She doesn’t have a boyfriend. And why is he shirtless in the photo? I know I shouldn’t, but I hit the answer button.
“Hello,” I answer with a snarl.
“Who is this? Where is Sierra?”
“She is busy. Who are you?”
“I am not telling you. Why are you answering Sierra’s phone?”
“Because I wanted to. I told you she is busy.” I snap.
“Put her on the phone,” he demands.
I scoff. “Don’t talk to me like that. Why are you looking for her?”
“What has it got to do with you? The last I heard, she was single, so why is some guy answering her phone?”
“Maybe she isn’t anymore,” I say and hang up.
I chuckle to myself. He sounds like an i***t! What is she doing being involved with a guy like him? I deleted the call from the list. If she finds out I answered her cell, she will get mad, but I don’t care. She has too much going on to think about guys. She doesn’t need them.
I head upstairs to her bedroom. I walk straight in, but I can’t see her. I hear the water running from the shower in her bathroom. I sit on her bed, her cell in my hand and wait for her. I listen as she sings away to herself, terribly, I may add. She doesn’t sound angry, but then again, I am not in her eyeline, she has no reason to be.
The shower switches off ten minutes later. I brace myself for her appearing. She steps out of the bathroom, oblivious to my presence. She has a towel wrapped around her.
“God, what do you want now?” she groans when she finally notices me.
“No need to be so rude. I came to give you your cell back.” I reply and set it down on the bedside unit.
Sierra rolls her eyes, “Thanks, you can go now.”
I rest back on my hands, “Nah, I am fine here.”
She shrugs, “Whatever, do as you please. You always do.”
She walks away around to the opposite side of the room. I lie down on the bed, my hands behind my head. My eyes follow her as she goes to her closet. She glances over her shoulder at me and smirks.
“Maybe you can be honest with me on something. Why did you come into my room and wait for me when you realized I was in the shower? Is it because you keep remembering how much you enjoyed seeing my naked body and wanted to see it again?”
“I am sure I have made myself clear more than once that I don’t want you. You are not only too young for me, but you are also annoying and irritating. You aren’t even my type.”
She laughs loudly and turns to face me. “You are a terrible liar.”
I sit back up, “I am not lying.”
She saunters over and stops in front of me. She reaches down, her hands on each side of me, “Yes, you are, Ambrose. You can tell me you don’t want me or find me attractive, but I know you do. I see the way you look at me and how hard you fight against not touching me when I am close to you. You can deny it all you want, but we both know the truth, don’t we?” she purrs, her lips brushing against mine.
A deep growl escapes from my lips at close contact. She chuckles and pulls away, going back to her closet. Before I can stop myself, I jump to my feet. I am about to do something I will end up regretting.
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