Daydreams and reality
Cassie’s POV
Ambrose stepped out of the kitchen the moment Troy stormed out, his boots heavy on my floor. He reached for the door, pausing when he saw Troy’s car peel away, tires screeching like a wounded animal. Ambrose turned, his eyes blazing, boring into me like he could peel the back of my skull and read my thoughts. I stood in the parlor, my silk robe loose, my heart still racing from Troy’s near-kiss, his lips brushing mine before that damned call stole him away. Malek’s charm was working indeed. Troy Armstrong, the untouchable boss, crumbling under my scent. But that call… damn the caller!
“Is it true?” Ambrose asked, his voice low, sharp, like a blade on my skin.
I rolled my eyes, flopping onto the couch, the cushions sighing under me. “You’d have to be m
