Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)

Chapter 64

"Get out, Robert, or I will scream."

"Did you like it?"

"Like what? Wait, I do not care, get out."

"What does he have?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about but I don't care. Just leave." I hated him. Who did he think he was?

His eyes were predatory. He did not stop his advancing and I did not like the feeling that had settled in my stomach.

"Get out." I growled.

His hand rested on my waist and I slapped his cheek... with a lot less force I thought I had. "Don't ever touch me."

He smiled. "I have done more than just touching..." He winked. "Mmmm... and I want another..." He leaned to me. "... taste. Yum!"

My palm fisted and I aimed for his nose. "BASTARD!" But he obviously had better reflexes.

He caught my arm and twisted it in front of me. His very 'hard' lower part brushed my butt and I shivered in... disgust. It was disgust. "Oof, Kitten, why so mad?"

"Let me go!"

"In a minute. Now, baby..." I was not his baby, fucking asshole. "who was he?" His other hand rested on my waist.

"Take your hands off me Robert Brantley."

"You were all giggly when he touched you there. Why can't I?"

I thrashed and I hated when that did not budge this freaking idiot. "Who! I have no idea who you are talking about! And it is none of your business anyways."

"Fine." He let me go. "You are right. I should not ask you about that." Was he serious? Was he finally listening to me. That was it? "After all you did nothing wrong."

I gulped at his understanding smile. He went through his phone, my being invisible and I... fine. Everything was fine. He needed to leave this room and get back to this stupid party. Why was I here anyways! Mom had said I did not need to be here, yet I chose to. What was I thinking?

"Now, leave then."

"In a minute. This was the guy, right. I did not need to chop off someone else's hand. So check closely, 'baby'."

My heart dropped to the floor. What was he talking about? Chop off? Hair stood up on my back but my eyes flicked to the phone stretched towards me. It was the pic of my mom's intern who kept the elevator open for me. He had accidently pulled me in by waist. He had apologized profusely for touching me, unlike this idiot who was plotting a serious psychotic crime.

"You can't do that." I mumbled.

He shrugged. "Let us find out."

"He accidently touched me. It was not his fault... He is a nobody and he apologized..."

"A fucking nobody can touch you like that and I can't?" His words dripped with venom but that smile was frozen on his face.

He could not touch me 'like that' because it would be no accident and he was fucking married. He was my Aunt Marie's fucking son-in-law.

"Asshole Brantley, look here..."

"I always look at you."

I ground my teeth and looked away. "You know what? Get back to the party. I don't know that guy, if you want to hurt him and get arrested, then so be it." I crossed my fingers behind my back.

"Ace..."

"What!"

"Say that without crossing your fingers."