Never love you

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Ace's POV

After I came back from the office, I noticed the door was locked. Thankfully, I had an extra key, so I opened it and went inside. I immediately observed that there were no pillows on the couch, and every room was locked, including the storeroom, except for the kitchen.

I can't sleep on the floor—never. I called Momma, and after several rings, he finally picked up.

"Momma, everything is locked. Where should I sleep?" I asked, keeping my cool. I can't speak harshly to him; otherwise, Dadda will beat me to death. For him, Momma is above everything, even God.

"Sleep in Nora's room. Don't disturb us, Ace. We’re having some personal time," Dadda said and abruptly hung up.

I figured they must have left Nora's room open, so I went inside. As I walked into the shower, I saw Nora in the bathtub, filled with foam and roses.

Smirking, I approached him. "Having a romantic date alone? You didn't invite me, baby," I said. Before he could react, I stepped into the bathtub. He glared at me, trying to get out, though I knew he was pretending. He’s much stronger than he lets on, but he likes to play these games.

I grabbed his body, making his soft, naked form sit on my lap while rubbing his shaft with my hands. "Ace, please leave. I'm not feeling well, please," he began to cry, and I realized I had gone too far, so I let go.

"I'm sorry," I said, standing up. He bent down and smirked.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, grabbing my face and smearing shampoo all over it. He pushed me underwater until I was breathless.

"Nora, leave—n-nora, leave," I gasped. He pulled me up and then pushed me down again. Because of the shampoo, I could barely breathe. He did it five times, and I was on the brink of passing out when he finally washed my face.

"You okay, baby?" he gritted his teeth, grabbing my hair. With all my strength, I pulled him onto me and held his body.

"Now I'm okay. Nora, you are evil," I said. He turned around, holding my hands, and pecked my lips.

"Now you will know who's the actual evil. I was shocked when I saw you, but whatever you did to me yesterday, I will never forget and forgive you," he said and walked away.

His sexy figure disappeared, but my throat was burning too much to think about anything else. When I walked out, he was doing his skincare routine. I went downstairs to get some food that Mom had stored in the fridge. There were two pancakes, so I ate them as they looked delicious.

I was having the last pancake when he came to check the fridge and began to panic. He approached me, and I took my last bite of the pancake, burping right in front of him.

"What happened?" I asked. He clenched his fists and began to cry.

"I hate you so much," he cried, leaving the place and sitting on the balcony, looking out.

"What happened?" I asked again. He just glared at me. I pulled out something and gave it to him.

"Although I bought it for myself, you can eat it," I said, placing a delicious pudding box in front of him and then heading back to my room.

I was working on my laptop when he came and sat down beside me. "What are you doing? Are you guys working on a new project?" he asked. I was amazed at how easily he forgot things. Here I was, still angry with him, but he was talking to me like nothing happened. Although he can be evil, some qualities make him unique and exceptional.

"I'm not talking to you. Please don't disturb me. I'm not rich like you," I said as a taunt, and he immediately rolled his eyes.

"You can never be. We are self-made billionaires, unlike you, who got adopted by an evil and then took over already assembled things. You actually deserve a trash bin," he retorted. Erase the unique parts; he's purely evil.

His words hurt, but they were true. Nothing here is mine. It’s like a beggar found treasures in his bag.

"I just said it without thinking. Don't mind," he said, looking at me. I don't know how Gulf Uncle manages him.

"How does Gulf Uncle manage you? Doesn't he get tired? You are weird," I asked. He began to laugh like a crazy person.

"I am. Momma used to cry all the time because of me when I was a kid. I was stubborn, cranky, and dramatic. I annoyed him a lot. Even when we were rich, I wanted expensive things. I still regret making Momma's poor days worse. He sometimes complains about it, but in reality, he loves me. Even I don't know why they keep up with me. I annoy Mew a lot. I always ask him to make pancakes, even in the middle of the night when they were making love, but he always does it anyway. I annoy my brother’s boyfriend and even my brother. They all complain sometimes, but in the end, they love me. That’s why I became like this. It’s their fault, not mine," he explained, and I sighed.

"You should visit a mental asylum because I can't always keep up with you. What if you behave the same with my babies?" I asked, and he laughed, but it wasn’t a happy laugh.

"Don't worry, I won’t meet your baby."

"Why?" I asked curiously, thinking he must be dating.

"I won’t survive that long, dear," he said, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Do you have some disease?"

"No, no. It will take you a lot of time or maybe years to have kids with your wife or husband, that’s why."

"How do you know? And why?" He keeps making things complicated.

"Because you have a small gun, low stamina, so it will take years, Ace," he laughed, making fun of me. I just sighed, glaring at him. he's cute but sometimes act like a punk.