Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

Chapter 32

Warning. A mild fighting scene. Nothing too graphic, I swear.

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"Thanks Liam."

"Least I could do, yo be okay?"

"I will be fine. Thanks again."

"I no mind waitin', man, no shit n all"

"I appreciate it, but really I will be okay. Please do your homework."

He gave me a lift to Jack and Daniel. Liam was worried, since this place was not somewhere college students frequented to, the patrons were a bit rowdy.

I could already see some people stumbling out of the establishment cursing out on the people helping them.

I rubbed my face on my palm, he was so angry this morning when he dropped me off at the college. He did not even look at me when I waved my hands. But I could not blame him, honestly, I pulled out the big guns and refused to talk to him for a whole day. He hated my silence with passion. I did not eat, did not talk, and that made my Big Baby mad and sad enough that he obeyed me.

I walked into the dimly light, surprisingly clean smelling bar. There were angry shouts and cursing occasionally but there was no disgusting stuff going on.

My eyes searched for the six foot four giant in the midst and avoided the eyes that were staring back at me. What? I was twenty-two, and I could drink if I wanted to. Or at least that was what my fake ID said.

There!

On the corner sofa, sitting like a King was my adorably angry Baby, staring at me, without making a move to greet his Angel. I bit my lips; he deserved all the kisses in the world for looking that cute. He was going to throw a tantrum with the way he jutted out his chin in defiance.

I shook my head.

I winced at the number of glasses in front of him. I hated that he had high alcohol tolerance, because he would drink and drink until the whole bottle disappeared before he would feel the buzz. And he was not feeling the alcohol, yet. There was a vodka in the apartment, I could lure him out with that?

"Let us go home."

Silence with intense staring.

I popped my chin on my elbows, looking back at him equally cutely. For everyone else he might have looked intimidating, but he was my baby and he was only throwing a tantrum.

"Come on Robbie, let us go home."

"For what? You are not there."

"I am here now."

He huffed and looked away. I stood up and sat next to him placing my head on his shoulders. "Robbie..." I pulled on one of his shirt buttons. "You had enough drinks."

He was still not talking. "Come on." I thumbed on his chest thrice before he took hold of my wrist and glared at me. I pouted. "I do not like it here." I looked around and there were people staring at us. Some with disgust, some with lust, some were scaring me the way they had unmoving eyes.

He sighed. And I tightly hugged Robbie when an old man licked his lips and winked at me, my face scrunching up.

Robbie covered me with his blazer. He came here right after the press conference and that warmed my heart. I watched him paying the waiter and taking another shot he had already ordered in a gulp staring right at me.

Big Baby!

He pulled me to the feet and we almost reached the door when someone put their hands on me.