Interrupted Heart

15 | THE MORNING AFTER

For the first time in a long time I woke up with a smile on my face. Emotionally but more predominantly sexually satisfied. Ace's chest rose and fell underneath my head as low snores left his parted lips. I didn't want to move nor did I want this time to conclude. At this moment I felt like I was meant to be here. Our bodies naturally synced and I felt as if I had been with him for years with the chemistry never leaving.

After being in a relationship with Shae for what felt like forever, I thought I knew what love was. Anyone would think that in a relationship love gradually blossomed especially if it had been a while and if that was the case then love had to be present. The truth is lust is present first. I was attracted to the fact that an undeniably attractive stranger defended me and that the same stranger thought I was good looking enough to pursue. If a man gives you attention for a few months out of 3 years, that's not love. If the only affection that he gives you is forced, that's not love.

There were countless things that had been done to me which weren't anything correlating with a positive emotions yet alone love. I was mad at myself that it had taken for Ace and I to connect sexually to know what real love and affection was supposed to feel like.

Growing up, it was just Tyson, my mum and I and as far as I knew our father abandoned us when I was a newborn. I grew up resenting him mostly due to the fact that the household didn't have love flowing through it effortlessly. Tyson didn't speak of our father much especially after he was provided with documents that stated that he was left with a house in our fathers will. Whilst being nosey in our mother's room, when we were 15 and 17, we found out by chance that he had been diagnosed with cancer a few years prior. Letters addressed to Tyson and a copy of the will were hidden which told us that our mum had no intention of telling us this information. One thing that stood out to me was that my name wasn't mentioned in anything although I was his daughter but then again, we never knew each other.

My mum did what she needed to do as the household provider but she was not a parent. The only love that I had ever experienced was brotherly love from Tyson. He was my protector and teacher. As for the love that Ace had shown me, I thought that was the same type of love; of a brother and a best friend. At first, of course it was however unknowingly over the years I had fallen in love with my best friend. The way that he touched me, treated me, spoke to me, all resulted in my heart yearning to be with him. His qualities and personality are what any woman would wish for in a partner and I was blessed that his feelings for me mirrored mine for him.

I believe another reason why I was blind to Ace's love was because of the man that my mum decided to invite into our household, Richard. There was countless of things that I had forced myself to forget that were associated with that man and I planned to keep it that way for the rest of my life.

"I can feel you staring at me." I jumped slightly as Ace's voice rumbled through his chest. I sat up bringing the duvet with me to cover up my modesty.

"I thought you liked to be looked at." Grabbing the hotel robe, I went into the bathroom. My crazy appearance in the mirror didn't shock me whatsoever. I released a light laugh whilst examining my knotted hair and visual signs of love making on my neck and chest. The smile stayed on my face as I ran my hands over them remembering the intense sessions of last night. The aching in between my legs couldn't stop my inner freak from wanting to go another ten rounds this morning. I'd gone from sex being an emotionless chore to craving for it more than ever. My analysation was disturbed as Ace appeared in the mirror behind me standing in his boxers.

"Morning." He said, searching my face through the reflection.

"Morning." I responded, attempting to contain my smile by biting my bottom lip.