Taste of Sin

9| Intruder

Chapter 9: Intruder (Gianna's POV)

I went up to my room, closing the door behind me. I opened my closet and grabbed a pair of black cotton pants that flared out at the bottom. They're bell-bottoms. Then I grabbed a black full-sleeve fitted cropped top and went to take a shower. I was tying my hair up in a bun when my door opened. "Oh for fuck's sake, get out, Allister!"

Ms. Lauren froze, looking at me wide-eyed. "I was just bringing your laundry, honey."

"Sorry, gosh, I'm so sorry." I walked over, taking the laundry basket from her. "Thank you, I'm really sorry. I thought you were—"

"Me." He strolled in, smirking at me.

"Yes," I nodded at Ms. Lauren. "Thank you for the laundry." I pulled my closet up and started placing my clothes where they belonged. Ms. Lauren left and Ace stepped in, closing the door behind him. "You can get out," I said, hanging up a red, floral sundress.

"I can but I won't," he said, walking over to my desk. I put the empty basket on my bed and watched him. He looked around at all the sketches from work that were scattered on my desk, at the pictures pinned up to the board, at the books on my shelves, at my laptop, at my phone. He grabbed my phone and I moved around the bed quickly to snatch it away. But he already saw the lock screen that was a picture of Chase and me. He looked up at me as I made it to him.

I tried snatching it but he moved his hand behind his back. "Give it back," I huffed, trying to reach around him but he lifted it. "Allister—" I jumped up and he pulled his arm down. "Allister!"

He chuckled.

"Ace!"

He grabbed my waist and pulled me in, holding my phone behind his back.

"Give me the fucking phone," I demanded, grabbing his arm and trying to grab my phone.

He moved to my bookcase and placed my phone on the highest shelf. The shelf I have to stand on the damn chair to reach.

I moved to the shelf and tried jumping up to grab it but I couldn't and he kicked the chair away before I could even reach for it. "Ace!" I spun around and faced him, leaning against the bookcase. "Get it back."

"No," he smirked, stepping forward and trapping me against the bookcase, grabbing my waist.

I threw his hands off.

He sighed and grabbed my wrists, pinning them on either side of my head again.

I tried freeing myself but he tightened his grip and leaned forward, pinning my entire body down with his. My thighs with his, my hips with his, my chest with his. He's pressed up against me completely.

"What are you expecting out of this marriage, Gianna?" He looked down at me.

I leaned my head back to look at him. "Your misery."

He smiled, "Other than that, my love."

Your death.

I didn't answer him and kept glaring.

"Tell me, Gianna. How long will we dance this dance?"

"Which dance? Of you barging into my room and life, like an intruder?"

"Intruder?" He laughed dryly. "We met at that auction by chance and you know it. It could have been any other event. And the only reason we didn't meet before that is because you aren't involved in the dirty business your father does. If you were, we would have met ages ago."

"We did meet ages ago. When you killed my brother, remember?"

"Did we? I don't remember meeting you then. I just remember seeing you hiding in a corner and crying. I hope you remember it vividly, Gianna. I could have killed you right there."