: Chapter 25
The Trap Of Ace
Weâll see? This infuriating man!
âIâm just letting you hug me because you needed it. Donât think of anything else. Iâm still mad at you for what you did up in your penthouse.â My cheeks flamed at my slip of tongue. Why did I need to mention it right now? My lips tingled recalling the earth-shattering kiss on his bed.
He pressed his nose against my hair. âAnd donât think I forgot what you did last night. It was a really reckless move. And about kissing you,â he rasped, arms tightening around me, âI donât regret a second of it. Iâll do it again and again, even if you donât like it.â
A gasp slipped through my parted lips as he placed an open-mouthed kiss on my neck and then on my throat.
âAnd I know you loved it,â he said in a deep husky voice, brushing his lips over my jaw.
My heart raced in my chest as hot desire shot through my veins at the touch of his scorching mouth. A tug in my lower region made me want to seek those sinful lips again, the same lips that were on mine this morning. My skin burned with his bold touch over my curves.
But even if I wanted to burn in his flames for the rest of my life with pleasure, with all the strength Iâd in me, I untangled myself from him and stepped away.
I couldnât do this again. I couldnât let my control slip again. I had to go.
When I turned around to run, his arms again shot out to me. Holding my shoulders, he pulled me back against him.
âStop running away from me, Rose. We both know what we want. Stop escaping the truth,â he murmured in my ear, stroking my mid-section.
His touch was making me unable to think. My body reacted to him strongly every time he touched me. My mind warned me to keep my distance, but my heart longed for him every time he was away. His closeness was a sweet poison to my brain. Because it loved it, even if it made it numb.
Keep it together, Em!
âI have to go. Let me go.â My voice came out as a weak whisper.
âNever. Iâll never let you go.â
Huh? Heâll keep me in his office forever?
âI have work. Let go,â I huffed.
âNo work today. Itâs your free day.â
âWhat? Why?â I turned to look up at him.
âItâs been a long day for you. Not to mention the terrible night you had. Itâs your day off.â He brushed some tendrils away from my face. He was so closeâ¦
âCan you keep some distance? Move!â I wiggled, slapping his strong arm.
Amusement etched in those gray orbs. âWhy? My closeness bothers you, Rosebud? It makes you all hot for me?â he teased.
My eyes widened. The arrogance!âNot at all! I donât feel anything. Now let go!â
âOnly on one condition.â
My brows narrowed. âNo conditions!â
He shrugged. âThen no leaving.â
I groaned. âFine! Whatâs it?â
The corner of his lips twitched as he kissed my forehead. My heart stuttered at the gesture. âHave lunch with me?â When I didnât answer, he continued.âLetâs talk. I even ordered your favorite dish.â
At the mention of food, my stomach growled. I didnât have breakfast this morning in a hurry.
I tried to ignore the amusement in his eyes. âOkay. But only because Iâm hungry.â
Nodding, a smile spread across his face. A genuine one, which was very rare. âOnly because youâre hungry.â
I stared at the cheesy garlic shrimps with extra sweet and sour sauce before me. Exactly how I liked to take it. Not a usual combo, but it used to be my favorite. Our favorite. Whenever he used to visit our home, heâd bring it for me. It was our regular thing after our chess matches.
âYou remembered?â I whispered, looking up at him.
Leaning forward, he put some prawns on my plate and then poured the sauce onto it. âItâs not possible for me to forget even a single thing about you, even if I want to.â
The look in his orbs was so intense it left me breathless. I had to avert my gaze. I couldnât let him see the moisture the old memories fetched in my eyes. Picking up a prawn covered in the sauce, I put it into my mouth. Exceptional! Just as I remembered. The sweet and savory taste blasted on my tongue.
A moan left my mouth. âItâs so good!â
Iâve missed it so much. In those years, in the process of avoiding him, I avoided everything related to him as much as possible. Even this sweet and sour heaven. It awakened too many memories.
A smile danced across his lips as he watched me, still not touching the food. âYouâre not eating it with your hand anymore.â
Embarrassment rose from my neck to my ear. I used to hate using forks to eat them. Using my fingers, it was easy to lick the cheese and sauce. Iâd do the same right now, but self-consciousness held me back.
âYou donât need to be embarrassed, Rosebud. Itâs just me. I want you to be yourself when youâre around me,â he said, taking my fork from my hand.
When I didnât proceed, still hesitating, he also put his fork aside and picked a prawn using his fingers. I watched him with surprise. He never used to use his hand while eating. He thought it was gross. But nowâ¦
âWhat? You want me to finish them all alone?â he asked when I stared at him.
Shaking my head, I happily dug in, using my fingers. Now it tasted even better.
âSince when did you start eating with your hands?â Taking a piece of pepperoni pizza, I took a bite.
Glancing up, he watched me with a strange emotion while sucking the sauce off his thumb. My eyes fell on his wicked mouth before I shifted my attention to food again.
âSince it started to help me keep my sanity.â
I frowned. âWhat do you mean?â
âNothing. Why donât you taste the baklava? My chef is from Turkey, so itâs an authentic recipe. Here, take some. Youâll love it.â He put some of the dessert on my plate, clearly changing the topic.
I had so many questions preserved for him, and here he wasnât even answering the simple ones.
âNo, thanks.â I snapped, my temper suddenly flaring. I pushed the plate away. âIâm full.â
His brows furrowed. âWhat happened to you all of a sudden?â
âNothing. Why donât you eat the baklava? Iâm sure youâll love it,â I phrased his line.
He pressed his lips together. âI donât need to eat it to know if Iâll love it. I do love it. Now, will you tell me whatâs wrong?â
I wanted to ask the questions I asked Tess, but I didnât know how to approach him with them.
Looking away, I replied, âNothing is wrong. Iâm done, so I gotta go.â
âYou wonât leave without having dessert with me and answering my question.â
âExcuse me? And who are you to order me?â
He titled his head. âYour boss.â
I rolled my eyes. âOh yeah! I forgot. No one can deny the king here.â
âNo one, except my queen.â
My gaze snapped up to him. His stare was intense. Pushing the dishes away, he tugged me onto his lap, emanating a gasp out of me.
âAnd as youâre my queen, you have every right to order and deny me around, my Rosebud.â My breath hitched in my throat and heart pounded down my chest as I stared at him. Cupping my face, he said, âIâm sorry if anything I said displeased you. I didnât mean it. Iâd never do anything intentionally to hurt you.â
âI-Iâm not your queen,â I mumbled, not knowing what to say.
Placing a kiss on my forehead, he peered into my soul. âYou are. You can deny anything you want, you have the right to do it. But you donât have the right to deny this one thing. So, get that into your beautiful head. You are my queen. My every fucking thing. My world.â
I let out a shaky breath as a fierce emotion slammed into my heart, making me breathless. His every word was like an arrow to my heart, breaking the bricks one by one of the walls I made around my heart all these years. I wanted to ask why. But I feared I wouldnât be able to handle his answer.
âI-I want to ask something,â I said.
Kissing my eyelids, he nodded.
âHow did you know Liza was the one who put the drugs into Calebâs car?â
âLike you suggested at that board meeting. I had people look into the recent activities of the staff having a direct connection to the projects. And I just got the reports after we returned from the police station.â His features tightened. âLizaâs phone records raised suspicion. She was also one of those people who went to Calebâs house this morning. So, it was pretty clear it was her. That plastic packet just confirmed it.â
Nodding, I took in the information.
âAreâare you okay?â I bit my lip.
A crease set between his brows. âWhy do you ask that?â
Clearing my throat, I said, âYou were disturbed regarding something since we left the police station. I can tell itâs not just Caleb, itâs something else. What is it?â
Silence.
âYour reaction was strange when I told you there were drugs in that packet.â I still remember how he flinched away from the packet.
His jaw clenched as his grip tightened on me. âItâs a very vile thing, Emerald. People should stay away from it as much as possible,â he replied. Tone hard.
What are you hiding from me?
âAny other questions you have for me?â he asked, brushing his fingers against my cheek.
My heart skipped. This is the chance, Em. Say it. Ask him.
âWill you tell me the truth if I ask?â
He watched me for a moment, then gave a slow nod.
âI-I want to know everything, Ace. Everything that I should know. Everything thatâs been hidden from me,â I whispered. âI-I want to know what happened that night, seven years ago.â