Sierra's POV
"Can I come out now?" I ask softly, not wanting to just walk out and watch as Asher and Ross clean his bloody wound. "Yeah, we're all done," he voices and I lick my lips before biting my bottom one softly.
I open the bedroom door and step out with a sigh of relief. "Thank god. I was going crazy being in that room alone," I mumble and Asher looks up with a smirk. "Well, I can always go in there with you," he suggests and I shake my head.
"No way. Not going there until you prove you can be the man I need," I tell with a stern face. No matter how bad I want him, he's not getting me if he's going to act like a hoe. I want my man to be mine and mine only. Not mine and some other b***h named Clarise.
"Wait, what happened with the two of you?" Ross questions and I purse my lips.
