The Heart Of Ace

Chapter 38

"Your Ro... Robert is the fucking Robert fucking Brantley? Dude what the fuck!!!"

Jason was fan-boying. He was walking on my bed barefooted and fanning his face with his hands.

Yup, definitely fan-boying.

"He is not my Ro... Robert. Yes, his name is Robert Brantley."

"Dude, you know, who he is? A fucking legend. A legend like King Arthur. He is a myth. He literally built his entire empire from dust. He started working as a construction worker at the age of eight. He is a billionaire now. He is my freaking fucking idol. Duuuude. He is my role model because he gives me hope. I wanna..."

I was feeling so proud.

I chuckled. Who was I to him anyways!

A sunflower watching the Sun.

Nope.

A moth to a flame, feeling proud of the glow while burning alive.

"Are you okay? I forgot how you might be feeling."

"Take me to the balloons, slave."

"Hop on, goose."

I jumped on his back and he looped his hands through my knees. Thank God for Jason. He was making everything bearable.

Yesterday I was not in good mood. So, we cancelled my plan to go to resort. But I was feeling better.

'He' was making this so difficult for me. It was almost like he did not hear my mom's advices about how to be a good spouse.

I sighed. Jason said everything would feel better as time went.

There 'he' was, leaning against the wall watching me like a hawk. I pretended not to notice.

Jason dropped me near the table filled with balloons and ribbons. I loved balloons. So we decided to play with them rather than helping Frankie.

But, he was there. Watching me with those sinful eyes. I hid behind Jason while discreetly peeking at him every once in a while. He was staring at me. He was so handsome. So powerful. I was nothing, no wonder he...

I accidently made eye contact with him and could not pull away.

His eyes...so beautiful, so angry, so sad, so... How many emotions could they hold? Everyone said he had an amazing poker face and he never gave anything away but they must be talking about some other Robert.

"Dude, put that away."

"Huh?" I was doing nothing but twirling the ribbon in my fore-finger.

"Your hard on. It is poking my butt. Gross!"

"Whaat???" I squealed and looked down. It was not that hard.

"Ha... made you look."

"JASON, YOU ARE DEAD!!!"

I ran after him taking a handful of confetti with me.

"It was not my fault, you two were making googly eyes at each other. I saved you from the embarrassment."

I picked up a foam ball lying on the ground and threw it.

Jason went down with a colourful curse. I giggled and climbed on his back, pulled on his underwear and put the confetti inside.

I ran away screaming. "TAKE THAT, JASON BOY."

"HOW AM I GOING TO GET LAID WITH GLITTER ON MY BUTT? SO NOT COOL."

"TRY UNICORN." I laughed like never before. I loved that idiot so much.

I almost reached my room. I was planning to lock it from inside because Jason was going to prank me soon.

My musing was cut short when I was hugged from behind and pulled to a strong chest. A wet kiss was pressed onto my neck.

"Baby..."

I bit back a moan. I missed him so much. But I should not.

I wiggled until I could turn around and face him.

He planted several kisses on my cheek, forehead, eyelids, ears, chin, neck, chest...and my lips... All fleeting and teasing, making me crave for more. He smelled so nice. I wanted to roll on his body, rub myself on that intoxicating scent.

But I could not.

I pushed him on his chest.

"S... stop..." I sounded breathless.

"I am so sorry, Angel. Forgive me."

"Let go!"

"No."

Please, couldn't he see how much I was suffering? Why was he not taking pity on me?

I felt his fingers skimming under my shirt. He squeezed my waist with his palm. I was walking on a fine thread and it was so close to breaking.

Suddenly he made a claw with his fingers and pulled the flesh on my waist.

My face crumbled and a gasp of want involuntarily escaped from me.

His face changed from playful to predatory, his eyes turned stormy, he pressed his whole body onto mine. He was so firm, my nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.

"Ace."

I wanted to hum to his voice. Please. I wanted more. I needed him insi...

No.

Not again.

He made me cry, made me worry, made me scared all the time he was with his...his...

I pushed him with every bit of my strength. He only moved an inch but enough for me to slip away.

"STOP PUSHING ME AWAY." He roared.

I clutched my heart and controlled my breathing.

He was livid. He wanted me, but for how long! His wife only left yesterday night. She would be here for the party. He could go and... fu...f...do things with her, then.

I turned away from him.

"I am sorry. I told you. At least talk to me, without running away. If you want to tell me something, speak, right now." He sounded so sure of himself.

I turned around and faced him again. I knew my eyes were blazing.

"You want me to talk? You want to hear me speak?" Why was I whispering! I felt like shouting.

"Of course, I want t..."

"Because you cannot switch off your ears and change them, you know."

I watched him opening and closing his mouth. I waited. His eyes lost the anger, soon they were filled with remorse and guilt.

I was about to walk away. But, my conscience kept me on spot.

What did he do wrong? I was the one who took him to bed, who lied to my mom, who thought I was someone special. He was married and he took his wife on a vacation. He loved her and I was throwing a fit. I blinked away the tears.

"I am sorry." He said again with much less confidence than before.

"Apology accepted." His eyes widened in surprise. "You did nothing wrong anyways."

He tried to talk again but I gave him a fake smile and walked away.