The Heart Of Ace

Chapter 50

"You got this? Do you want me to come up?"

"No, Jace. I am fine."

"Call me if you want to get out of there. Anytime. Clear?"

"Yes." I rolled my eyes.

"And talk. Before or after, I do not care. But please talk. I beg you."

Jason drove away cussing Robbie and me.

The receptionist froze when she saw me, then flapped around and dialled the phone.

I pressed the elevator buttons and waited.

I had no idea how to proceed. What was I going to say? What was he going to ask?

I wished Jason was here to talk on behalf of me. 'Is there any chance you could take my best friend to watch sunset?'

I rubbed my itchy eyes.

"Baby!!!" Robbie was there waiting for me as soon as the elevator stopped.

"I am here, only for the gifts."

He said he had gone shopping and bought me some stuff and he could not check out without my taking them from his hands.

"I am here, only for you." He picked me up and dived his face into my neck. "I was worried sick."

Yeah, right!

He was busy with the sunset.

I kept my hand fisted between us but Robbie did not seem to notice.

Butterfly kisses and kitten nips were showered on my lips.

"Give me a smile."

I glared.

"Ouch." He rubbed his chest.

I walked towards our room with him practically attached to me from behind. I glared at him some more when he took off my shoes and socks at the door. He pressed a kiss on my knee when he stood up.

A small kiss on my cheek almost melted my stubborn heart but I leaned away when he came for my lips.

"Are you still mad at me? I am sorry, Angel."

I was about to answer when I saw the shopping bags covering every inch of the floor and furniture in the living room. What the... My jaw dropped. Did he purchase the whole shopping complex?

Clothes, jewellery, shoes, skin care, was that a chocolate bouquet?

I squeaked. "What did you do?"

"Went a little shopping for you?"

He was asking me?

"A little?" I squeaked again.

"You were not talking to me and I... had no idea how to make you talk and I was missing you...and lonely...so..." He squished me.

Jesus!

"You are not buying me stuff again." Hurt passed through his eyes. I pressed my palm on his chest right over his heart, rubbing his pain away. "This is too much, Robbie."

I went through my gifts. They were certainly selected by Robbie.

All of them were in my tastes. He did not buy a shopping complex; he put his time and effort in picking these.

My heart soared.

Kimono shirts and shorts, anklets, bracelets, chains, branded shirts, limited edition footwear, slacks, diamond watches, suits, studded belts...

And he literally did not care about the money.

I saw a 2-dollar breakable chain to a 75,000-dollar emerald anklet.