A HOT BLOODED EX.

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. The thought of Ace’s car from outside had me clutching my purse tighter, as my skin grew flushed with nerves. Tonight, I intended on making Lucien bleed, or burn, or both. And this dress was the perfect way to do it. Taking a few deep breaths, I muttered words of encouragement to myself, and headed downstairs after one final look at myself. Amara had gone for red. Literally everything on me was fucking red. My dress, my lipstick, my eyeshadow, my shoes, even my damn nail polish. She had said it was the color of passion, and anger, so the mix of the two strongest emotions in the world would be perfect to set things off perfectly. My bare ass rubbed against the tight material of the dress as I walked. I wasn’t wearing any panties tonight….because I knew exactly how it would end. I was hoping it would end that way. Shutting the door, I headed out of my house, and towards Ace’s Rolls-Royce. At the sight of me, he quickly hopped out of the back seat, and headed my w