all of his attention is on her no matter how he feels about her.
He don't want to like her
He don't want to want her
He don't want to love her.
But she wants all of him. Will he let her?
the only two problems to say she thinks he hates her, little...
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Ivory<3
I pulled the blanket further up my legs. I look down at the slight bruises on my forearm, they still didn't heal.
Ace walked into the room I'm temporarily staying in at his apartment.
"Do you need anything?" He asked, he's has been checking up on me a lot.
I gave him a right to.
"I'm okay Ace, you don't have to worry about me," I tell him, twisting my fingers.
He chuckled under his breath, I feel a lecture coming on.
"When your little sister shows up at your door at four in the morning, soaking wet crying her eyes out with bruises all on her arms. I have the right to be worried."
He took a deep breath sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Im sorry," I whispered, I don't even know what to feel. I just know I'm sorry.
I feel like Bella from twilight when Edwards left and she sat in the window for months.
I always wonder if she was overreacting but, I know exactly how she felt now.
He stood from his spot, walking over to me. He leaned down placing a kiss on my forehead.
Just like he did when we were kids.
He cleared his throat. "Um, you don't have to go to the dinner tonight. I can make an excuse for you."
tonight is an event for the rich. If that's what you want to call it, it's practically a ballroom filled with trust fund kids and Wall Street.
I've been here at Ace's house for weeks Feeling like a total burden. Although he won't let me leave. I'd had multiple calls and texts from mason, Logan, and robin.
I didn't answer them, I can't. I can't admit how many times I called Giovanni. I'm one more voice mail away before filling up his answer machine.
"No um, that okay I can go. I need to get out." I stammered, pushing my hair behind my ear.
"Ivory, don't push yourself. If you aren't ready that's completely okay." He observed my facial expression, he's been doing that a lot. I know he knows I'm going through something.
For heaven's sakes, he held me while I cried all night. He never complained he just sat there letting me know he was there.
I'm not ready, I'm not ready to talk about it. Because talking about it doesn't hurt, it's accepting it that hurts.
"I'll be fine." I bit my lip, keeping my feelings right below the surface.
He hesitated but nodded before walking away he spoke one last time.
