Accidentally On Purpose

d i e c i

➴ Emilia ➶

The sunlight that spilled into Ace's room through the blinds was what roused me from my sleep.

With my eyes still closed, I felt warmth envelope me and heard a faint thump thump. So, I opened my eyes and sharply inhaled when I realized I was in bed with Ace Fernando. Our legs were entangled; my head was laid on his chest and my arm was draped across his mid-section. His toned left arm, slung around my shoulders.

First, I retracted my arm. Then, I attempted to wiggle out of his grip, but he pulled me closer; so that I could feel his breath fanning out across my head.

I tried to escape for a second time and he responded with a groan, pressing his lips to my forehead. 'Mm, where do you think you're going?' he huskily mumbled.

Then, his eyes fluttered open and widened when they focused on me.

'Holy shit, Emilia!' he cursed, and pulled away from me, taking his delicious body heat with him.

'Morning to you, too.' I grumbled, my mood stupidly plummeting; but I wasn't about to show him that it felt like he just stabbed me with his words. Instead, I avoided eye contact with him, letting my hair obscure my vision of him.

I pulled back the thin blanket that covered us and rose from his king-sized bed, trying not to look too hasty as I made my way toward his door.

With my hand on the doorknob, I turned around to look at him. 'Next time you decide to get hammered, don't ask for my affection again.' I quipped, emphasizing my warning with my opening of his door.

Just as I stepped out of his room, he annoyingly retorted, 'You were probably asking for me to, Princesa.' A stupid smirk was etched onto his chiseled features. His baby blues teased me. Irritation bubbled within me and I slammed his door shut with a sigh.

He has audacity; I'll give him that.

♞ Ace ♞

I felt a strange movement against my body, which caused me to open up my eyes and be awakened from my slumber. I responded with a groan, pressing my lips to the forehead of whoever. 'Mm, where do you think you're going?' I huskily mumbled. The girls I sleep with are always a fan of that statement.

However, I did not expect an already awakened Emilia to be laying in my arms. Or rather, trying to escape the vice-like grip I had her captured in. Heat rushed to the lower half of my body— if you catch my drift —since she was sort of gyrating against me, as she shifted. I am a guy after all. Gimme a break. Plus, I expected to be laying in bed with one of my conquests. Not Emilia. Konstantin would kill me if he found out. Over-protective older brother vibes, y'know.

'Holy shit, Emilia!' I stupidly blurted, hastily pulling away from her before she felt my... engorged lower half. I could already feel my face heating up with a blush.

God help me. No girl makes me blush. Emilia has a strange hold over me and I absolutely despise it.

I couldn't prepare myself for the odd feeling of remorse that consumed me when the hurt in Emilia's eyes portrayed her true reaction to my mindless statement, despite her attempts at hiding how she felt.

'Morning to you, too.' She grumbled, turning away from me, in an attempt to pretend I wasn't there, I assume. I'd do that too. My outburst was a dick move, I admit. It was really low, for me even. I felt more guilt this time, compared to a while ago, when I picked up a chick and woke up the next morning after our late night escapade. She had removed her make up when I was sleeping, exposing her real, crusty self. Let's just say: I left her place as fast as I could.

Emilia pulled back the thin blanket that covered us and rose from my bed and headed toward the door.

She turned around to look at me, before she left. 'Next time you decide to get hammered, don't ask for my affection again.' She quipped, punctuating her sentence with my opening of my door. My heart dropped to my stomach, beating hurriedly.

Oh shit. What the hell did I do last night?

Just as she stepped out of my room, I retorted, 'You were probably asking for me to, Princesa.' I was internally face-palming, but I had to preserve my ego. I was sure to give her my signature smirk. Emilia slammed the door shut. I could hear her sighing loudly.

Why did I have to get shit-faced last night and then be a shitty human being when I awoke?

Then my phone rang; the suddenness startling me, and caused me to jolt. The caller ID stirred up emotions of nostalgia, among other things. When I saw what the date was, the feeling of nostalgia only grew.

I held my phone to my ear. 'Hello, father.' I answered curtly.

'Ace.' he responded. 'There's a benefit ball tonight. We're renting out Grand Hotel Miramare, for the evening. Invite whoever, just make sure they don't threaten the company's image.'

I suppressed a sigh, knowing it would infuriate my father, 'Of course, father.' I attempted to keep my rage under control. How dare he host a damn party on this day of all days!

'Why so terse, my boy?' He inquired, slivers of humor laced in his tone.

'You know why.' I replied, letting a bit of my fury seep into my tone. 'Goodbye, I'll see you tonight.' I replied, hanging up and sincerely hoped that I would not see him at the benefit. Not after what he did to me. To my family.

Why did he have to call? I was already having a shitty morning, I thought with a frustrated huff; dragging myself out of bed and rummaging through my drawers for something to wear.

I discreetly made my way to the bathroom, unsure why the prospect of seeing Emilia right now sent nervous tingles down my spine. Man up. She's just a girl, I attempted to chide myself. A really beautiful one who isn't afraid to speak her mind and put me in my place, my conscience added.

Dammit.

I wrenched open the bathroom door, only to be greeted with a shriek.

'Ace! Get out!' Emilia squealed, a towel loosely draped around her body.

Like an idiot, I stood there stupefied. 'Um, uh, I'm—'

'LEAVING.' Emilia supplied, gesturing for me to close the door, which I did, once my brain started working again.

I stood outside the bathroom door, still a little stunned, 'I'll make it up to you.' I promised, thinking about what I could possibly offer her as an apology. 'Would you like to go to a benefit ball tonight?' I inquired, heart suddenly palpitating— as I anticipated her response.

I was answered with silence, 'I mean, Y-you don't have to come w-with me, of course. You can bring Laurent.' I offered, a bitter feeling consuming me as I enunciated his name. 'Your boy toy.' I muttered, a slight blush spreading out on my cheeks due to my embarrassment of my stuttering.

I jumped back, as the bathroom door swung open, Emilia clad in a romper.

'Fine. I will.' she answered, her rheumy eyes scorched my skin; before she sauntered to her room— her jasmine scent haunting me, along with my own thoughts.

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A/N: Hi there! Thank you for reading this chapter. Don't forget to vote, it means a lot and helps to motivate me. The next chapters may be released late or irregularly due to the fact that my exams are approaching rapidly.