Control The CEO

Chapter 7

Control The CEO

Chapter 7

❝The fine print❞

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"What are we watching?" He asks me, even his whisper voice is cool. I would love a whispering voice like that. "I don't know" I whisper back to him. I don't look at him, though I wouldn't see that much either way because of the darkness here. How he knew where I was in the theater and knew I was here overall blows my mind and I'm not even going to ask. He didn't answer me and I have a feeling that he isn't going to answer anyway. I sit there and watch the show that is happening.

Even when I don't have a clue what it's about, but I love the costumes. They're very well made. I did once try or at least attempt to make clothing. It didn't work. I'm not that good at it and you need to have focus on it at all times because apparently you can't look away when you're using a sewing machine. It's hard to sew clothing and I applaud those that do it all day long. But, that isn't for me at all. Those costumes are so beautiful and the actors are able to move freely and beautifully in them.

"What're you thinking?" Ace whispers. For a moment, I had forgotten all about him. I suppose that is to be expected for me, it always happens. I turn my head to look at him. Ace is focused on me only which makes me feel really nervous all of a sudden. A feeling that I'm well familiar with and I don't particularly like that much, but I think that everyone doesn't like that anxiety feeling that comes up uninvited sometimes. "Who knows?" I ask, as I shrug. Putting my thoughts into words is the hardest thing.

Since I was a child, I've had to go to these therapy sessions. And even then I've always found it hard to voice out what goes on in my head. Because there is so much that is happening in my head at once. That is part of why I'm sick, because most of those thoughts are bad and dark. Not in the killer part of bad but bad for me and my soul and heart and health. Those thoughts and those feelings are hard to speak about because the task of actually putting them into words is extremely difficult.

Ace chuckles, the sound low but sitting beside him made me hear it. I want this show to end so that I can leave and get away from him which ironically was the reason for me being here. It would seem that he haunts me, I do wonder if he is a ghost, a ghost that is actually haunting me and wants terrible things with me. The latter I don't doubt is always his attention. Ace is someone that is known for being ruthless because he isn't just a chef, he's a company owner of some sort and owns some things.

Never really cared to know what because Ace is my enemy, sort of. Even now I want to claw out his perfect eyes and throw them to the vultures. Finally the shops does end, though I don't have a clue what it was about. Despite having watched the entire show. I think that I even know less than I had done before I walked into the theater now about this show that I've watched. "Now are you ready to head home or would you like a detour?" Ace asks me, I can already hear the amusement in his voice without looking at him.

I eye him and glare at him. Wanting to punch his really handsome face, though it would hurt a lot more for me than him because I'm awful at punching things and people for that matter. "I'm going home, you can follow but then you'd have to get past my bedroom door and believe me, it's strong" I tell him and walk past him. Not wanting to be around him any longer. He wants to own me and I won't allow it. I think I will have to speak to a lawyer about this whole thing.

The only downside is; I don't know any lawyers or their numbers. Usually it is Leo that handles all of that thing when we need it. Normally we don't need to use lawyers but we come from a wealthy family and there is always something that requires lawyers when people have a lot of money like we do. I walk out of the theater, hoping this time I can lose him. I'm met with a surprise when I see Ace standing outside, as if waiting for me. Is it just me or are there two of them? there is no way he would've made it out here before me when I left before he did.

He eyes me and smirks. A smirk that I really hate but want to kiss as well. It's a confusing moment and I think I'm going insane because I can't get this man out of my head. Which really does mean that I've gone inside and I hate it. I want to erase him from my mind altogether. "Did you even read the fine print of the contract?" He asks me with a raised eyebrow. The way that his eyes look at me, I find myself compelled to state the truth.

"I was a bit occupied with the fact that you, of all people in the world, would take me in which by the way I would've wanted any person on this planet to do" I tell him with a hard glare on my face that I do notice does nothing and he isn't afraid of it. That smirk on his face grows a little wider and might I even say more wicked. I hate it even more now, and I hate him. I don't know how often I have to say it until he understands, that I don't belong to him and he can't own me. "Well, my darling Davina. You and I are about to get married" Ace speaks.