Interrupted Heart

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Leaning on his chest, the sun seeped in through the windows signalling our lengthy lovemaking. No words could describe how he felt under my skin, looked or tasted whether it be his lips or halfway through our rendezvous with sweat infused bodies.

Only a handful of times had Shae laid under me and those times were at the very start of our relationship. Of course it felt like true love and I felt like the luckiest girl alive. I've never thought that I was someone special and for any stunning man to actually want to be with me felt like I was floating. I remember being told those cliché lines that you only heard in those romance movie.

Did I believe them?

Absolutely.

Until he began to break those promises.

It was as if he took his mask off and his true form was coming to the light an inch at a time.

Like with my brother, I thought that I could change him. Tyson needed medical help and support which was pretty straightforward. It would be a Godsend to know what Shae wanted or needed. All that I attempted to do was make him see what he had and what he was losing by being the way that he was.

I never had to fight hard to change Ace. It wasn't even changing him as a person, it was changing certain choices. It was that one slip up when he almost ruined his life. He was indeed the perfect man; the perfect gentleman. Some people, especially women, tried to take advantage of that but he wasn't blind or a fool. Something that I wish I wasn't.

Blinded by what I thought love was and what a relationship was meant to entail. Foolish for continuing to try and knowing that each time I would fail.

You can't save everyone.
Not even God could.
He tried his very best but some don't actually listen to what he has to say.

Having the title of a girlfriend honestly made me feel like I had an inferiority in accordance to love and relationships. The fact that someone actually chose to be with me made me feel important within itself. I wasn't just Nyla, I was Shae's girlfriend, Nyla.

It sounded better then. Now, it made me feel nauseated.

Ace and I haven't even branded ourselves with a title, yet my mind could care less about that. Having a title is useless if you're not living up to it. Even being untitled, Ace was living up to any expectation that would make each and every person feel special and worth it.

"I don't even want to move." I inhaled his scent deeply, my body moulding back into his.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I get hungry often and I don't think you'd want piss on your leg." I rapidly lifted my head up as Ace grabbed me putting me back. His chest vibrated and I heard the rumble as he lowly laughed at my reaction.

"You're gross."

"You weren't saying that not too long ago. You didn't want me to stop doing certain things."

"Neither did you." I propped my head up, I smirked upon seeing the glisten in his beard.

That right there is a beautiful sight. You dirty minx.

"What have I turned you into?" He asked returning my smirk, using his arm to prop up his head.

"You've made me very ... lascivious." I admitted. Ace scrunched up his face.

"Do you even know what that means?"

"Sexually aroused."

"Oh yeah?" He asked, slight accomplishment in his tone. "How long have I been making you feel like that?"