Accidentally On Purpose

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♞ Ace ♞

My Armani suit was soiled by the dirt of hiding in the greenery. But, all of my thoughts of my lavish €2000 suit disappeared when I saw Emilia and Laurent kiss passionately. I jolted with surprise. I was nearly sure that they weren't really in a relationship; since earlier, when Laurent came, Emilia looked quite surprised. As if she wasn't expecting him to show up. Her eyebrows were arched and she probably didn't notice, but her lipstick-clad mouth fell open, a little.

So, you can imagine my shock. I thought it was cute that she'd lie about having a boyfriend, to keep me away from her. But, turns out it's real. Which is why I, unfortunately, fell through the bushes.

'What the fuck, Ace?' Emilia's smooth voice questioned, tinged with both vexation and confusion, her brows furrowed.

'Um,' I cleared my throat and got to my feet, as quickly as I could. 'I was helping a little boy find his soccer ball.' I fixed my —€1000— tie and dragged a hand through my hair.

Emilia rolled her crystal-esque eyes in disbelief. Why does she have to be so good at detecting when I'm bullshitting her?

'As if you'd ever help someone.' Emilia scoffed.

Ouch.

'Well, uh, what're you guys doing here?' I asked, to swiftly swerve the topic from my intrusion.

'Spending time with my lovely girlfriend, of course. What else does it look like?' Laurent replied, leaning down to peck Emilia's cheek.

I couldn't help the strange pang of jealousy that thrummed through every fibre of my being. What the shit is happening to me? I don't get jealous. I make others jealous, but I'm never the green-eyed monster. Well, maybe that one time; when my Mom gave Valentina more pocket money than she gave me, when we were younger.

'Y-Yeah. Have fun.' I lamely responded, scratching the back of my neck when I felt my face heat up with an annoying-ass blush.

I never blush. It's just not me. I make people blush, especially girls— and the occasional guy. What can I say? Everyone is just enticed by my allurement. That has its own pros and cons, as well, of course. But, that's a story for another time. Anyway, I never blush. Not even the time when I pulled the fire alarm in senior year and principal Matthews basically humiliated me; I stood tall with my usual façade. No blushing and other people were jealous of me. For getting into trouble. How screwed up is that? They came up to me saying, "Oh, I wish I had your confidence to take humiliation like that without shaking in my boots." Or something like that. You get the gist of it.

I stood in front of Emilia and Laurent, ugh— Laurent, with my hand fucking shaking. What the shit is up with that? So obviously, I bid them adieu and left the area as fast as my damn legs could go. I'm pretty good at running, though. I won best athlete at high school for four years straight. Anyways, that's besides the point. The point is; I don't get jealous, I don't blush and I don't like the way Emilia makes me feel.

I need a drink. And maybe a good fuck.

➴ Emilia ➶

'That was weird.' Laurent commented, as Ace hurriedly bounded off.

'Yeah. You're right.' I answered, my gaze lingering on Ace's retreating figure. I suppress a sigh, before turning my attention to Laurent.

I offer him a small smile. 'Is the mood ruined?' Laurent asked, tentatively, tucking a stand of my hair behind my ear.

'It doesn't have to be.' I replied, pulling him to me, before pressing my mouth to his.