Brantley Empire Building.
Ace huffed in anger.
He could feel the hellfire surrounding the whole magnificent demon palace of a business enterprise. If only everyone around him could also see what he felt in the heart.
In that glittering speckle of luxury resided a man... no... the Demon King himself and no one knew except him; an Angel – Ace Davidson Truscott.
He could feel the emotions brewing in his heart.
Anger, pain, hurt and above all... hate...
Then a very insignificant emotion that had no name. Or he never bothered to name that ever.
Ever!
His palms fisted in anger and frustration.
How dare he!!!
Ace never bowed to anyone and if the bastard thought he was invincible he had another thing coming.
Ace knew he was putting way too much pressure to his feet but he could care less. He could not let this fucking asshole mess with him... again.
ROBERT FUCKING BRANTLEY!!!
He saw the night duty receptionist freeze at the sight of him.
Good! At least, she did not need to check the appointments.
"In... in the... penthouse sir... Mis... Mister Brantley had a rough day. He retired early."
8:39 pm
Yet, Ace felt no remorse.
Ace did not bother to slow down. He elegantly changed his course to the elevator and people moved out of his way without him noticing.
He took the Brantley's private elevator and people were surprised.
Brantley had a reputation; reputation as the worst nightmare of a human. With his power and money backing him up... better to leave that sentence incomplete.
Wiser people would just stay away. He was not one to be taken silly; people usually cowered in front of him.
So, it was surprising to see a very young man, who was way too beautiful to have a black eye much less broken jaws and ribs, taking Brantley's private elevator like he owned it.
No, they were not exaggerating.
Mr. Brantley had a mild case of bad temper.
Ace was used to people staring at him that he had stopped caring. As long as they stayed away from him that is.
But one man... one freaking devil of a man was set his mind on turning him inside out.
The letter in his hand was burning and he wanted to burn Robert Brantley with the same hellfire that only he could feel.
Eyes blazing, cheeks pinked with anger, Ace Davidson Truscott aka Robert Brantley's obsession stormed to the private suit once the elevator stopped.
Viola!
The Demon at least looked surprised to see him in his penthouse.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT!!!" Ace thought he was screaming. He felt as if he was screaming but the voice was a faint whisper.
But of course Robert Brantley heard it just fine. After all he ears behaved like the sole purpose of their existence was to hear what his beauty had to say.
"What are you..."
Ace threw the letter right on the devil's face.
The edge of the hard paper hurt Brantley's cheek and fell on the ground.
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Touching The Heart Of Ace (SAMPLE)
RomanceI am his nothing but "NO...GET OUT!" I heard a laugh. I shivered. He was my hunter. I was going to lose but I would fight. "I want you to leave. I mean it." "I am not going anywhere without making you mine. And when I leave I am going to take you...
