Page 71 of Ashes
I could hear her teeth grit as she worked her clenched jaw back and forth, hesitating on how hard she would scold me for my behavior. “There was no need to act all jealous, Jamal,” she snapped at me as we waited for the valet to bring my car around.
I pinned her with a glare. “Why would I be jealous when I know what’s mine?”
She looked stunned by my statement and before she could say anything more, the valet parked in front of us.
“Now, get in,” I told her as I opened her door. She got in without objecting and I made my way over to the driver’s side after.
Sienna still hadn’t said a word as I peeled out of the driveway. My fingers gripped the steering wheel as I attempted to fight off the jealousy running through my veins. The visceral reaction I had to that man was probably inappropriate, especially since it was her friend’s wedding, but I couldn’t stop myself.
What I really had wanted to do was bend her over and shownice to see you again Kylewho she really belonged to, showherthat she was mine.
So I’d say my original reaction was quite reasonable.
We drove the entire way home in complete silence. The only sound heard was her breathing accelerating with every mile closer to the house. I could tell she was furious because it was practically vibrating the entire car.
Finally passing our place’s gates, I drove up the driveway and parked in my spot. Then I stepped out and rounded the front to open her door.
She didn’t move.
I placed my hand on the roof and slightly leaned down. “Are you getting out?”
“I don’t feel like it,” she said, looking straight ahead.
“Get out of the car, Sienna,” I ordered her.
“No.”
I didn’t have time for this.
“Don’t make me ask you again.”
She turned her face toward me and lifted her chin, her gaze clashing with mine. The rare specks of gold in her irises burned bright, her anger evident. She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up, and it took everything in me not to steal a glance.
“Is that your favorite phrase or something?”
“Sienna…” I growled.
“If you want me to get out,makeme.”
Whatever infinitesimal patience I had left snapped.
Make me. I’ll show her make me.
“Watch me.” I leaned in and over her, reaching for her seat belt. I heard her suck in a breath as the sharpness of my suit brushed against her bare chest.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
I didn’t answer her. Once her seat belt was loose, I gripped her waist and slung her over my shoulder.
She squeaked in shock and I slammed the passengerdoor down. I wrapped my hand around her thighs so she didn’t slide down my back and fall to the ground, then walked to the front door.
“Jamal Aguerd, put me the fuck down,” she yelled.
It wasn’t lost on me that she used my real name, but my irritation toward her brushed it away.
She wiggled to get away from me, but all she did was slide down my back and made her hips bump against my head. I kept ignoring her as I unlocked the door and walked inside the house.
I was planning on taking her to her room to cool off, but she whacked my backside before she?—
