His FAKE wife

10

Sexual content in this chapter :)

My heart beats faster and faster as Ace tells me we're closer to the airport. As he wanted I'm blindfolded.

Kinky

Ace helps me out of the car and into his private jet. He removes my blindfold, and his hands fall down to my waist. "Make sure you rest, you haven't slept all night," he tells me, before leaving a kiss on my neck.

He walks over to his seat and sits down. I also walk over to an empty seat and sat down, staring out the window. I can't wait.

Ace and I had quite a distance between us. As the plane takes off my heart flutters in excitement. I can't state that enough. Despite how tired I am, I can't sleep. The private jet dimmed the lights a little only because Ace wanted.

My eyes began travelling over to Ace's area. He had his computer open and was typing. His posture was perfect, along with the comfortable clothes he had on. Sweatpants, and a V neck tee. The tee shows off his muscles. Mostly on the bicep area.

Hot.

His hair is messy but yet so neat at the same time.

His eyes fall to mine. And we made eye contact for a long time.

His eyes didn't leave mine and neither did I.

The sexual tension was building up, and up.

He lets out a little smirk before looking away and typing again. I face the window but a little smile just couldn't come off.

"Hi sir, would you like something to eat?" One of the flight attendant asked. I look over and holy her skirt can't be ridden even more than it already is. She had her top almost all unbuttoned, trying to get Ace's attention.

I put my hand in a fist. This shouldn't affect me, but it does. "No thank you." He told her not to look up at her. You can tell she's a little mad. She purposely drops his pen.

"Oops." She whispers, and bends down, making sure her cleavage is showing. I laugh a little leaving my mouth, but I quickly cover my mouth with my hand.

Too bad it was too late. Ace and the flight attendant seemed to notice. "Something wrong Mi Amore?" He asked in a husk. And you can see the flight attendant a little jealous of him, saying 'Mi Amore'.

"Nope. Nothing." I mumbled looking at them, moving my body towards him. Ace raises an eyebrow and looks at the flight attendant real quick but moved his eyes back to mine.

A smile comes upon his face of embarrassment. "Don't you think it's inappropriate to hit on a married man?" I say 'innocently' her eyes trail to Ace's left hand and sees a ring on his ring finger then her eyes move over to my hand.

I'll save her some time. I put my left hand out and giving her a full view of the engagement ring. In embarrassment, she ran off.

And as soon as she did. I and Ace laughed. "I didn't take you as a jealous type Mi Amore." He joked and shutting his computer.

Putting his attention on me, which I love it when he does that.

"I'm not." He rolls his eyes "right and I'm not a Mafia king." I scoff. "Your point is?"

"That you're a jealous type and protective of me"  he winks "I'm not." I defend myself

"sure" he teases. "Acey Bear."

"Oh god." And there again our eye contact stayed strong. "I feel that the nickname works for you, no?" I say.

He scoffs. "I hate it."