A Billionaire's Heartbreak

Infuriatingly Gorgeous

Crystal's POV

He walked out and smiled softly at me. I stared at his retreating back before entering my bedroom again. He was SO infuriating. God, right now I could take out a knife and brutally murder someone. Good luck to that person. I flumped on my bed (cause flumped is SO A WORD) and fell asleep. 

I woke up to see Ace, staring at me with an expression on his usually stoic face. Pity? Sorrow? Sadness? Yeah, keep dreaming Crystal, this is Ace King, the guy who can fucking ruin you in a snap of his god damn fingers. He was stroking my hair until he realised I was awake and placed his hand away. For some reason I wanted them to stay there longer. 

"Good morning to you too", he said after noticing my silence.

"How the hell did you get into my room?"

"Firstly, this is my house, and MY room. Secondly I have keys to every room in MY house."

"Pervert"

"I'm not a pervert. I prefer to call it "having a fun time"."

"Yeah, nah, your are still a pervert. God just get away from me"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No, tell me I'm not a pervert and i'll move."

"Do you by any chance have a speed dial to a hotline called How to punch a man in his balls in the most humanely way as possible? Or a website that goes by the name of How to kill a man with a blanket and a cucumber"

"Cucumber?"

"Just leave"

"Fine"

He left immediately and returned a few hours later bringing his laptop. He guestured towards the bed and I nodded immediately. I needed some comfort. Someone to be there when the nightmares took over. I snuggled into the duvets while he sat on his chair, his eyes glued onto the screen. He stiffened after reading something and stormed out of the room. I could hear grunts and growls echoing down from the hallway and I tiptoed down frowning slightly. I pushed open the door and saw Ace punching a punching bag over and over again. His knuckles were red and bleeding while his face was buried under a wave of tears. l ran over quickly and pulled back his arm. He growled at me before shaking me off and continuing to punch the bag. 

"Please stop, pleas-"

I was knocked onto the floor, Ace's arm had punched me in the stomach and I hunched over in agony. Ace stopped punching the bag and ran over to where I lay, the impact had forced me very far. His dark eyes softened as soon as he saw my tears springing into my eyes. He apologised over and over again ,becoming  more and more agaitated when I didn't reply. He left the room in a hurry and came back with a first aid kit. I internally snorted. This man was so fucking rich, that if he needed a doctor he would just snap his fingers. And here we are. He doesn't even know that I need a fucking ice pack. No. Instead he brings in a FIRST AID KIT. Did I mention his arm knocked into me? Fat lot a use a first aid kit is going to do.

I stood up shakily almost doubling up in agony. This is going to leave one hell of a bruise. He guided me to my room before tending to my stomach. Every time I winced, Ace would say comforting things that would make me almost immediately relaxed again. Once it was tended to, he decided to sleep and soon his snores made me drift off to sleep.

OK KIDS SO UMMMM YEAH HERE U R!