Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

Chapter 17

Please skip the chapter if reluctant sexual scene is not your jam.

Okay, lovelies, give me some love.

Kisses.

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There was a time in my life when I thought Robbie was utterly and hopelessly in love with me. I thrived on his attention, possessiveness, care but I knew how stupid I was.

Was I just a trophy for him? He was planning to show 'my boyfriend' how much I yearned for this man.

I was pathetic.

"Touch me and you will regret it." I spat.

"Why is that guy so special? Huh? What does he have that I don't? I don't care. You are not his. You are mine. MINE. You belong to me." I hated this. I hated how his words were affecting me.

"I BELONG TO NO ONE." I shouted back.

"Oh really? You want it that way? Fine!"

He removed his jacket shrugging it off his broad shoulders.

I fucking hated him! I hadn't seen him in a million years and he was all thinking about showing my non-existent boyfriend that I was a slut.

"Stop...stay right there."

I watched him undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"We have to start the show right away, Ace."

It was a joke, I was a joke, everything was a joke to him.

I took something from my desk, which happened to be a tissue box, threw at him. It brushed his shoulder and went somewhere behind him.

Pen.

Pencil.

A book.

I started taking clothes off the closet when he started advancing towards me. A hanger smacked him on the chest.

"Stop throwing things at me!"

"Get the fuck out."

"FUCKING COME HERE."

"NO!"

I jumped away from him and ran to the other side of the bed when he tried to catch me.

"Ace... stop it."

"You stop it and get out!" I threw the pillow and scored on his face momentarily stunning him.

He took a deep breath. "Angel, you come to me and I will be gentl..."

I put another pillow on his mouth. He growled.

Something else got into my hands and I chucked it on him and it fell on his chest and he caught it.

It was that rose he placed on my bed.

We were both panting but he was staring at the rose, lost in thoughts.

"I wanted to give you something when you saw me. I could not find one." He chuckled. "Bouquet, chocolates, cake, clothes, ornaments, nothing... Then this beauty stuck my eyes. Beautiful, isn't it? He reverently rubbed his fingers on the petals. I love roses."

I blushed.

A long time ago, when I was innocent and this man in front of me was just my friend, he made some remarks on kissing a rose. As stupid as I was, did not understand the underlying lewdness in that comment.

"You kiss a rose, when you see it first? I smell it."

He roared in laughter. And I was at lose. "Whaat? Robbie, tell me."