The Trap Of Ace

Chapter 5

"W-what're you doing here?" I couldn't even ask without stuttering.

Stormy grey eyes roamed over my features, briefly glancing at my lips. They watched me as if they'd waited too long…

I gave myself a inner shake. I was assuming things that weren't possible.

"Well?" Voice firm this time. How did he even enter in ladies washroom area? Oh yes, I forgot that he owned this whole damn thing.

"Came to see if you're okay," he said, deep Greek accent strong. Was he- mad?

"How many times do I've to tell you that you don't need to be concerned about me? It's not your job to care for me."

"Someone has to if that so called friend of yours can't even take a stand for you like a looser he is!" he mocked.

Friend?

So he knew what happened outside?

My eyes narrowed. "Excuse me? Don't you think you're crossing your limits here? You don't have a say in how my boyfriend is or not!"

A muscle of his jaw ticked. "I'm just stating the truth. Only a loser leaves their friend alone after she just got targeted by some drunkards!"

"He didn't leave me. He- he just went to take a phone call," I defended. "And I'm his girlfriend, not just a friend."

His eyes flashed, nostrils flaring as he cocked his head. "Not for long."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

He came closer, making me step back. And then another until my back hit the wall, his towering figure blocking my escape.

"W-what are you doing? Step away." The intense gaze of his had my heart skip a beat. His intoxicating cologne filled my lungs. He needed to create some distance between us. It was too much.

Placing his hands at the both side of my face, he leaned in; my heart thudded inside my chest. "I meant, you will NOT be his girlfriend for long." Determination latched into his eyes.

"How do you know that?" I whispered. His close proximity was doing something to me.

When he brushed my cheek with his knuckles gently, a treacherous shaky breath left my lips. And then the bruise of his knuckles caught my eye. As I was about to ask him of his injury, my breath hitched at throat when the pad of his thumb traced my bottom lip.

"You won't be, because-" leaning in, he whispered in my ear, hot breath tickled my skin, "-you already belong to someone else."

My thoughts were everywhere, I couldn't think straight. To be able to comprehend his words, I pushed him away, building some distance.

"D-don't come that near me ever again! And what do you mean by I already belong to someone else? Whom are you talking about?"

He stayed quiet. The look in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. My throat clogged up.

No, no! It's not what I was thinking. I must've misunderstood his eyes. After all assuming wrong probabilities had ruined my entire childhood once. I wouldn't do the same mistake again.

"You will know, soon."

Again incompleted answer!

I went to open my mouth to say something but the pompous cheering and loud announcement cut me off. The race was finished, and the winner's name could be heard from the gallery outside.

I looked at him. "Looks like the title 'loser' suits you more now." My lips curved up at the winner's name while he remained monotonous. "My condolences on your loose. Poor Jordan and the Jockey, they tried hard, you know? Sometimes fate just doesn't support you everywhere."