The Heart Of Ace

Chapter 17

'SLAP...SLAP...SLAP...SLAP'

"Please, Robbie...God..."

I was sweating despite the chill.

What if somebody pulled over? What if they saw us? The street lights were giving enough illumination.

"Robbie...stop."

'Slapslapslapslap'

Oh dear God.

***

My sweater was destroyed.

My shirt was on a dirty milestone nearby.

My pants were ripped and lying on ground.

I could not even see my underwear just a few buttons here and there and my cracked phone.

I was slightly shivering. I was naked and lying on his car's bonnet.

Robbie took a drag of cigarette smoke; in his pants, half naked standing beside the road deep in thought, looking far away.

His back was still so tense. Still so angry. Strung like a bow.

Yet, he was as gorgeous as a greek god.

Light flashed and my mom's ringtone filled the silence.

I looked back to my damaged phone. The screen was broken.

I gulped.

I gently picked the phone from ground, I was worried it would turn into dust.

"Ace, baby? Where are you? Guests are already leaving. Hello, baby?"

"Hey, Mama."

"Where are you? You guys have been gone for some time. Everything okay?"

My throat felt dry.

"Uh huh."

"Why are you not home yet?"

"We had a flat tire." I mumbled.

"Oh, that is bad. Are you far away? I will send our driver. You guys wait."

"NO!" I shouted. "Robbie is managing it well. We are okay."

"Are you sure, honey?"

"Yes, mama. He is changing it."

I was still shivering.

"Okay give the phone to Robert. I want to talk to him."

He was watching me talk. I pressed the phone to his hands.

"Yes, Ma'am...He is fine...Yes, we are good...Okay...No problem...Yes...No, you should sleep. I got it under control. Call me, please. His phone is about to die."

His eyes started to wander all over my body again. I turned my face away. I sat on the bonnet and hugged my knees.

"Another 40 more minutes... Okay... Of course I will... Good night, Madam."

He threw my phone again on the road. I saw another crack forming.

I felt his breath on my ears and heard him lowering his zipper again. "My Pretty."

***

"Ace, I..." He started. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the car seat.

I was wearing his shirt and sweater. He was driving only in his pants.

I heard him sigh. He patted and rubbed my brusied thighs. I was angry. Why? I had no idea.

At least, I had the presence of mind to pick up my tattered clothes. If somebody passed through they would think I was... Well, they would think of all nonsense.

I shook my head.

As expected home was dark. Nobody was waiting. Which was good. I just wanted to sleep and forget what we did back there. Even the car smelled of... us.

I knew that Robbie wanted to talk. But I was too tired, too angry... too disappointed in myself.

I was inside my room before he could even park his car in the garage.

I took a shower for namesake and climbed on bed in my bathrobe.

So damn tired.

And sad.